After getting used to Xinyan's cooking, eating at the cafeteria just feels exceptionally inferior.
Thinking about the expressions on the faces of those two little fellows during lunch, he could totally empathize.
Originally, he wanted to check on her at noon, but worried that he might cause her trouble, he held back.
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Xinyan locked the main door, went back inside, and entered the space. Since there was plenty of time there, she braised a fish, stir-fried a bowl of green beans with minced garlic, and steamed some white rice, finally feeling free and unconstrained.
After eating, she saw the on the bamboo table on the first floor and thought that her next task was to find someone to teach her traditional Chinese characters, or it would delay matters.
Thinking about this, she walked upstairs, took out the cloth she had torn before, grabbed the scissors and chalk she had prepared, and cut out the designs she wanted.
