The security guard opened the school gate for Lin Shu.
The gate leisuredly slid open, and outside, Fang Zhi, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, emerged from the sick bay's car.
First, Fang Zhi opened the driver's seat door, then circled the car to open the passenger's seat for Lin Shu, while leaning against the door, patiently waiting for her to come over.
Lin Shu had a sincere smile while holding a white paper carton.
Fang Zhi advanced a few steps, proceeded to hold the white paper carton in her arms and asked, "Are you tired? What do you feel like eating today? It's my treat."
Lin Shu shook her head, "I'm not in the mood."
"You still need to eat," Fang Zhi replied, "How about I cook something for you? You can eat whatever I make."
Lin Shu was reminded of the first dish Fang Zhi ever cooked, so salty that it was unpalatable, and hesitated to accept his offer.
