After finishing the midnight snack, Xia Libing and Xiang Kun cleared up the leftover food, took care of the trash, before washing her pair of chopsticks. They then each carried a food box and left the reception room.
"Does your duty station have a microwave or induction cooker or something? If you're hungry later and want to eat those dishes, it's best to heat them up," Xiang Kun asked as they descended the staircase. Xia Libing's box still contained a lot of uneaten food. Generally, he had prepared portions for three, in case Old Xia and others on duty wanted to eat.
"There's a micr...hiccup~." Xia Libing hiccupped again.
Xiang Kun suddenly stopped in his tracks, then abruptly turned around, bellowing, and raised his box-free hand into a claw, opening his mouth wide, making a vicious and ghastly expression, as if fake-biting.
