Sheng shuangxue bit her lip and suppressed the bitterness in her heart. "Who's that Yingluo? Do I know him?"
"Yueyue probably." He said.
Oh! Sheng shuangxue said, embarrassed. no one gave me flowers!
"Why don't you carry her back?"
"It's a gift from someone else, don't waste it," she shook her head hurriedly.
He chuckled and got up to go to the balcony. He brought two more dishes and a pot of fragrant rice.
Sheng shuangxue took a look and saw that it seemed to be for two people. "Is there someone coming?"
"No, you."
"Then how are you going to cook for two?"
"Don't I have you?"
"You prepared this especially for me?" Sheng shuangxue was stunned.
"No, I'm not. Someone was coming earlier, but he suddenly stood me up."
Sheng shuangxue was very depressed after hearing that. But she still turned her grief into appetite and finished the rice with him.
