Luo Jinhao turned his head and saw Xu Qinghuan, looked at her, then at Jiang Xingye, clicked his tongue, greeted Xu Qinghuan, and sped away on his treasured big golden stag bike.
Jiang Xingye stood awkwardly, at a loss for what to do. As Xu Qinghuan approached, he hurriedly picked a tomato to hand to her. Xu Qinghuan didn't take it, so he quickly turned around to wash it by the well.
"I'm not eating, I just finished eating, I'm so full. Have you eaten?" Xu Qinghuan saw the small square table inside the house with her lunch box on it, the one with braised pork.
"I haven't yet, I've just prepared it. Do you want to eat some more?" After asking, Jiang Xingye wished he could bite off his tongue—she just said she was so full.
"Yes, I'll have a taste!" Xu Qinghuan went inside and sat down at the small square table, resting her chin on her hand, watching Jiang Xingye awkwardly get the food, bumping his head against the wall, making her laugh uncontrollably.
