Just then, Old Li stood up, and Wen Xian hurriedly looked over, "Old man, you haven't finished eating yet, why are you leaving already!"
Old Li picked up his butter tea and waved his hand: "You just sit here, the court drama show you're in is about to start, and I can't possibly miss it!"
With these words, he left leisurely, only missing a large palm-leaf fan in his hand to complete the picture.
Wen Xian: "..."
Suddenly, Auntie passed by, and Wen Xian hurriedly grabbed her hand, "Auntie, why aren't you eating either!?"
Auntie replied with a smile, "Xiaowen, you go ahead and eat; my son is coming to see me today; I have to go to the front to meet him."
After saying that, she too hurried off.
Wen Xian: "..."
She silently withdrew her hand and coughed softly as she straightened up in her seat.
As if nothing had happened.
Before long, only the two of them were left in the small canteen.
