Qi Lihong looked up and saw Wan Yuan sit down across from her with audacity, grabbing a piece of braised pork from the dish and stuffing it into his mouth while smiling and teasing her, "You didn't even order any dishes, just eating plain steamed buns, how can you get that down?"
Qi Lihong gave him a glance, didn't make a sound and continued to bite the white steamed bun in her hand.
"Qi Lihong, isn't it tiring for you to put on this act every day?"
Wan Yuan finished the braised pork on his plate, and then hastily shoveled down potato shreds and rice together into his mouth. After he polished off everything cleanly, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and leisurely wiped his mouth.
