Early morning.
Li An'an pulled her hair back into a ponytail and video-called Fu Yiheng in the kitchen.
"An'an, what delicious food are you cooking today? It smells so good." Fu Yiheng, who was overseas at present, had been busy the entire day, was talking to Li Anan, who was in her tiny apartment.
"Mushroom chicken rice. It's delicious. It's a pity you can't come." Li An'an raised the prepared meal in front of the camera to whet Fu Yiheng's appetite.
Fu Yiheng rubbed his nose and continued chewing on his dry bread, feeling very depressed. "An'an, you're doing it on purpose, aren't you? You know I won't be able to eat it."
Li An'an laughed. "Alright, I'll cook lots and lots of food for you when you return!"
"That's more like it."
