"Have you eaten?" Lang Lin asked.
"No," Lang Xiyuan replied.
Lang Lin then turned and went to the kitchen.
Afterward, he took some eggs and noodles to the kitchen doorway, saw Lang Xiyuan walking to the living room, and asked, "Do you want noodles?"
"Hmm."
Lang Xiyuan responded indifferently.
She didn't really have an appetite.
It took Lang Lin about twenty minutes to prepare two bowls of noodles, and when he brought them out, he saw Lang Xiyuan sitting on the sofa. After thinking for a bit, he placed the noodles on the coffee table in front of her.
He went to eat at the dining table by himself.
Lang Xiyuan started to eat after a while.
"How's school?"
After tasting a bite of noodles, Lang Xiyuan suddenly started talking.
"Not so good," Lang Lin answered a bit abruptly.
Indeed, not so good.
Though he didn't really care, it was admittedly a troublesome matter, and it had started because of Lang Xiyuan, after all.
He held some resentment towards her.
