After a busy morning, Su Weifeng and Lin Xuanxuan ate lunch together in the office.
"I can't do this anymore, I can't eat meat anymore, or I'll definitely get fat."
As she spoke, Lin Xuanxuan put the half-eaten piece of braised meat into Su Weifeng's lunchbox.
Su Weifeng, not minding at all, picked it up and ate it, while saying, "You could do with a little more weight, you're a bit thin now."
Lin Xuanxuan giggled and said, "You're getting better and better at talking."
"Of course, under your training, if I couldn't talk, you'd torture me to death every day."
"I'm not that fierce." Lin Xuanxuan pouted and even kicked Su Weifeng lightly.
Putting down her chopsticks and taking a sip of water, Lin Xuanxuan asked, "So, how is your research coming along?"
Su Weifeng asked puzzledly, "What research?"
Lin Xuanxuan gave Su Weifeng a disdainful look and said, "About your recovery, how can you not be concerned about it?"
