"Mr. Zhang, what are you..." Seeing Zhang Menglong sneakily rummaging through the fridge, Hong Yi, who had just finished dealing with some matters and was planning to go downstairs to sleep, curiously asked.
Zhang Menglong and Lu Yiyao both loved to slurp snail noodle soup, and their fridge was stocked with different brands of it.
"Looking for snail noodle soup," Zhang Menglong handed over a bowl, "Want a box?"
Hong Yi smiled awkwardly, "No, I can't handle the smell."
"What a pity!" Zhang Menglong sighed.
"Mr. Zhang, why are you not resting this late?" asked Hong Yi.
"Planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam. The test is in a month; how could I not study hard?" Zhang Menglong said, though this was just an excuse, otherwise, it would be too weird for someone to hide in a study late at night with several boxes of snail noodle soup.
"Hong Yi, I might often be reviewing in the study during this period, so don't disturb me if it's not important," Zhang Menglong instructed.
