"This is CCTV, good evening, viewers..." the voice of the Spring Festival Gala host came through the computer speakers.
Yang Jinxia said, "Alright."
Chen Xu put his bowl and chopsticks in front of her, turned around, went into the kitchen, and grabbed a stainless steel basin. Few people came to his home, and what had originally been a pair had been reduced to one after the other was broken. The same went for the chopsticks: one had gone missing, leaving behind three.
He remembered that a few days ago when he had ordered takeout, an extra pair of chopsticks was included, so he placed them on his computer desk. Sure enough, they were still there. He took them, unwrapped them, sat down at the edge of the bed, and started to eat.
The room was very small, with hardly any space left after a table was put in it.
Seeing the stainless steel basin in his hand and the disposable chopsticks, Yang Jinxia laughed and said, "You're quite thrifty."
