"I like eating eggs, so you can give me organic eggs." That's cheap.
Zhou Xufang agreed, "Okay."
Then she could just give him a truckload of eggs, or send them for a year.
She looked up at the chandelier above her head again, feeling very satisfied, wanting to hum the theme song of her favorite TV show. But this was Jiang Zhi's house, so she held back and said to Jiang Zhi, "You should go change your clothes and then drink your porridge; otherwise, it will get cold."
"Mm." He raised the corner of his mouth, and then flattened it again, urging with a stern face, "Are you going to dawdle until dawn?" Not cold?!
She hurried to the bathroom.
Jiang Zhi went to the dressing room and put on a pullover sweatshirt he rarely wore.
