Date: 12/01/2033
Time: 13.17 PM
"I wanna eat hot pot."
"Me too– lobsters and crawfish taste best with mala broth ne."
"I wanna eat blood tofu and beef tripe and beef balls and mu-"
"Aaai stop, stop!" Deng Qiao shouted, interrupting the complaints of this 'junior sister' of his. "Why are you so draggy?"
Yang Jingshen glumly shut his mouth and both of them fell silent, occasionally heaving sighs– squatting together at the pavement edge and mindlessly observing the snow-covered landscape in front of them while wrapped up in their thick coats like a pair of zongzi, the two of them didn't have the slightest aura usually possessed by artists in the entertainment industry.
Instead, these two looked like a pair of pitiful beggars, squatting by the roadside and begging for some scraps from any random passers-by.
"Two more days to go, right? Think you can bear it?"
