Xu Tui delivered food to An Xiaoxue every day at noon on Saturday.
There was a portion of garlic oil with wheat vegetables, a portion of fried sea fish, and a small portion of sweet corn rice.
They were basically all to An Xiaoxue's taste.
Actually, he should have brought a fruit salad. However, these things were a little expensive in the restaurant, he felt that it would be better if he made them himself.
Xu Tui had thought about eating with An Xiaoxue. But that would mean that the takeover amount would be too much. The key was that the takeaway cost was not cheap.
He would save what he could. Actually, he just wanted to save some money.
Xu Tui arrived at Research Institute No. 14 at 12:30 p.m. He ate quickly by himself.
In Zuo Qingqing's words, that was not eating, it was pouring.
An Xiaoxue did not say much. She took the food that Xu Tui had bought and slowly ate it.
