Qiao Zhiyi was baffled for no apparent reason.
"Check your phone." Shi Jingzhou put down his phone, reminding her.
Qiao Zhiyi, clueless about what he was up to, took out her phone under his watchful eyes and clicked open the picture he had sent.
In the photo, he was holding her right hand, perfectly capturing the ring on his ring finger and the tattoo on her ring finger, beneath their hands was the pot of fish soup.
The color of the fish soup was beautiful, decorated with reds and greens, its tone unexpectedly gentle.
"Post it on Moments." Shi Jingzhou sat down and began to relish the delicious soup.
The freshness of the fish and the mushrooms, the sweetness of the corn, the delicate fragrance of tofu, topped with a hint of tartness from the tomatoes, made the taste surprisingly good. The texture was rich, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Qiao Zhiyi thought she had heard wrong and didn't move.
"Did you post it?" Shi Jingzhou asked.
"No."
