Seeing He Qianhui in thought, Zhang Hao chuckled and said, "Tonight, you have to stew ribs for me, braise a fish tomorrow, and then make something light for me the day after tomorrow; how about that?"
Seeing him so pitiful, He Qianhui could only satisfy his not-too-excessive request.
"Then I'll go buy the ribs now; you rest well at home."
As soon as He Qianhui left, she happened to run into the neighbor who lived across the hallway, whom she had met before.
It was just that the two families never really had much in-depth contact, and seeing the woman's pallid face, He Qianhui curbed her curiosity without asking more.
The two of them left the building together, thinking he had other things to do, but surprisingly, they ended up walking in the same direction.
This made He Qianhui unable to help but start a conversation.
"I haven't seen you in such a long time, how have you been recently?"
