The faint smell of food wafted in the air. Shi Mengwan was wearing the clothes that Qiao Ze had bought back. In the kitchen, she placed the food on the plate and carried it out.
Qiao Ze sat at the small table like a master.
Yes. Qiao Ze found this table later from God knows where. Previously, Shi Mengwan and Qiao Ze ate on the coffee table.
This morning, she cooked porridge. When she brought it to the coffee table, she felt that it was very inconvenient to sit on the sofa and eat, so she had to bend over.
"We should get a table," she said, "At least it's more comfortable to sit and eat, right?"
When she said this, Qiao Ze moved this table over at noon.
Square tables like this were very common in the countryside in the past. Two chairs were also moved over here.
Shi Mengwan didn't even know where Qiao Ze got it from. She watched Qiao Ze pick up his bowl and eat in big mouthfuls.
