Ten minutes later, Du Yue looked at the empty plate and Xia Ju, who was still hungry. She asked tentatively, "Are you full? What else can I get you?"
Xia Ju propped her chin with her hand and lowered her head. "Anything's fine."
Before Du Yue got up, Xia Ju added, "Meat will do."
Since she had already thought about what to eat, why did she say 'anything' before?
Du Yue found it funny, but she still took out four meat dishes from her space—braised pork trotters, pork buns, vinegared fish, and braised beef brisket with tomatoes. When the four dishes were served on the table, they were still steaming, and the fragrance naturally wafted out along with the steam. If it were not for the range hood next to it, the smell would have wafted out through the gap between the window and the door. It would probably make the surrounding neighbors cry.
