She had felt a twinge of guilt over the misunderstanding with Xu Qing, but now it had completely vanished.
How annoying this person was.
Jiang He clenched her fists and headed to the kitchen, planning to reheat last night's porridge, only to discover that they'd eaten at Xu Qing's parents' place and she had forgotten to cook it upon returning.
"Do you want noodles?" she shouted to the outside of the kitchen.
"Isn't there porridge?"
"Didn't make it last night."
"Oh."
"Do you want to eat or not?!" Not getting anywhere with two wasted sentences, Jiang He grew a bit irritable, then, touching her stomach and counting the days on her fingers, she reluctantly returned to her own room.
"Weren't you going to make noodles?"
Xu Qing was puzzled. What was with this girl?
"I'll make them in a bit."
Jiang He's face was sour; she didn't even know why she was so annoyed.
