By December, the weather had gotten much colder.
These days, the door across the street was almost broken by endless deliveries. Han Suwen had seen batches of furniture and electrical appliances being sent in, which indicated that the people intended to stay for a long time.
For all three meals a day, Han Suwen prepared the food and sent it over, and the pure young man brought boxes of meat and fruits home.
Ming Chen was the one who often ran across the street the most. Basically, he would bring his homework over after school and wouldn't return until bedtime.
It seemed like he was treating his own home like a hotel and the place across the street as his real home.
One day at noon, Han Suwen brought over some dumplings, and upon entering, the place was nicely decorated, showing the good taste of the owner.
"Wenwen, have a seat." Qu Feitai poured her a cup of tea.
"Don't fuss, I'm just here to bring you dumplings." Han Suwen placed the thermal container on the table.
