Switching into house slippers, he washed his feet in the adjacent bathroom and walked in carrying the late-night snack he had left at the entranceway.
Lin An almost ignored Chen Xinmi's piercing gaze, took the snack box out of the bag, placed it on the table, opened a chilled cola, and guzzled a big gulp, instantly feeling a refreshing shiver run through him.
He tore open the packaging of disposable bamboo chopsticks, bowed his head to pick up the bullfrog meat, and glanced at Chen Xinmi, "Do you want some?"
Chen Xinmi just stared at him coldly without speaking.
Lin An shrugged his shoulders and bent down to gnaw on the bullfrog meat. The food from the slaughterhouse cafeteria was certainly unique and top-notch in flavor.
Perhaps the spice got to him because he scooped up several large mouthfuls of rice before looking at Chen Xinmi contentedly, "Who did you say you saw just now?"
