The two of them only took five or six minutes to wipe out all the dishes, leaving Yang Yuran patting her empty, deflated belly, guiltily saying, "I forgot to make the staple food, sorry."
Just eating the garlic-laden cold dishes made her stomach hurt and gave her heartburn. Yang Yuran took out her phone, ready to order some takeout to make amends.
"No worries, Ranran. Open the refrigerator's fresh-keeping compartment, inside you'll find the eight-treasure rice and soy sauce pigs' knuckles I just bought."
His anticipatory and considerate handling of the situation made Yang Yuran's face blush once more. She had proclaimed she'd make a feast to treat him, only to end up in a situation where he had to fill in what was missing.
Mortified!
Taking advantage of the trip to the kitchen to fetch things and to get some cool air, she let the breeze cool down her burning cheeks.
