A warmth stirred within Jing Haohao. She quietly moved into the bathroom, careful not to disturb Liang Chen, who was bustling about in the kitchen.
By the time she had finished freshening up, Liang Chen had already served the porridge on the table.
Smiling, Jing Haohao stepped forward, opened the sterilizer, and fetched a spoon and two bowls. She ladled some of Liang Chen's porridge, which, despite cooking for quite a while, was still somewhat thin.
Sitting opposite Liang Chen at the dining table, he passed a youtiao (deep-fried dough stick) to Jing Haohao and asked, "Anything happening tonight?"
Jing Haohao shook her head.
"Then, let's go to the Four Seasons Hotel for dinner tonight."
While nibbling on her youtiao, Jing Haohao mumbled an acknowledgement, not questioning further.
"After dinner, I'll take you somewhere."
Curious, Jing Haohao raised an eyebrow at Liang Chen.
"Number 367, Suzhou Street."
