There was a stall selling freshly-fried fruit juice at the side. Chu lui stood up and went to buy two glasses of fruit juice. One was for himself and the other was for Lu Xiaohua. He drove and did not drink. As for Lu Xiaohua, she did not even think about it. The two of them sat there and started eating.
Lu qianhua wiped her hands and pushed the wheelchair closer to Chu lui. Then, she rolled up Chu lui's sleeves. The two of them felt very natural, without any awkwardness.
I ate it all on my clothes. she patted Chu lui's sleeve. However, she was glad that Chu lui was not wearing a suit and tie today. Otherwise, he would not be able to eat anything from a roadside stall with his current appearance.
Chu lui looked at his sleeves. It was true. There was a lot of seasoning on them. He would just take them for dry cleaning tomorrow. He picked up another string and gave it to Lu Xiaohua.
