Xiao Qiu didn't bother to figure out what kind of idea Qin Xue had anymore. She directly put a small table on the rack beside the bed, turning it into a mini dining table, and it was really convenient to put the food on it.
"Didn't you ask me where I was going to eat? Doing it like this doesn't sound like you're asking me at all, does it?" Qin Xue was honestly speechless at Xiao Qiu. Wasn't she supposed to ask for her opinion? How did it suddenly change?
Besides, with this matter, she really couldn't say much, because she could guess the reason why Xiao Qiu was doing this.
In the end, under Xiao Qiu's arrangement Qin Xue just went along with her. As long as things could be done nicely, it was fine; eating like this worked too.
"I'll go wash up first. I can't just eat without even washing my hands." Qin Xue looked at her own hands. Eating without washing them—she really did not have that kind of habit.
