Yan Huan pinched Yi Ling's cheek. "Food is food, don't be so picky. Little Bean has to eat the exact same food every day, do you hear her complaining?"
Little Bean seemed to know that her owners were talking about her; she meowed once and lifted her tiny head from her bowl of cat food to look at them.
Yi Ling pouted. Oh well, noodles were still better than nothing.
One bowl of noodles later and Yi Ling was full. She walked off to look for Little Bean as she had nothing else to do. Yan Huan, seeing that Yi Ling was now out of sight, surreptitiously pulled up her sleeve to check the large bruise on her arm. She was thankful for the recent spate of gloomy weather; it gave her an excuse to cover the bruise with long-sleeved clothing. She just hoped the bruise would disappear soon, otherwise she would have to try to hide it with makeup when it was time to shoot her remaining scenes.
