Never did she expect the first snow in Jiang City to fall so suddenly.
Shi Su looked incredulously at the snow falling outside the window, staring for a long time before suddenly turning her gaze to the man in front of her.
Jing Jihan glanced at the untouched plate of pasta on the table, nonchalantly straightened the hat on Shi Su's head: "Haven't eaten tonight?"
Shi Su looked at him, then at the pasta behind her, turned back and said: "Uh... I originally cooked steak at home, but ended up not having it and just ran out, and then didn't eat anything here either."
Jing Jihan, like taking care of a child who couldn't manage on their own, helped button the collar of her coat and said gently: "I came back in a hurry and haven't eaten either. What do you want to eat, shall we eat together?"
Shi Su quickly glanced outside the window with her eyes: "Hot pot goes best with snowy days, let's have hot pot?"
