There was hardly any change, so even a slight one could easily be noticed.
"It's nothing." Di Mingzhe tried to regain composure and added, "What's the matter?"
"I came here to bring you this." Dan Lingling's sweet smile gave way to her handing over the bag in her hand to Di Mingzhe.
The bag was full of heat and a strong aroma wafted out, Di Mingzhe's eyes narrowed as he took the bag, "Stinky tofu."
"Yes." Dan Lingling's smile became even sweeter, "It's from that place near our school. I went there to visit a teacher today and didn't expect they were still selling it, so I bought some right away. I know you love this!"
Back then, when they were still in school, there were snack stalls everywhere outside the school, offering all sorts of snacks.
Dan Lingling, being a girl, naturally loved snacks. Her father was not yet the President at that time, hence she was not so delicate.
But Di Mingzhe never ate street food.
