By the time they reached the cafeteria, there were hardly any people left. A few of the cafeteria staff were cleaning the stoves and clearing away the empty food trays.
Xi Zirong looked down and asked, "How about some black rice porridge? It's better to eat something before taking your medicine."
Xu Su certainly had no objections. In reality, there wasn't much left to choose from anyway. Besides the porridge, there were only some steamed buns and fried noodles.
When it was time to pay, the boy beat her to it.
He handed over the take-out porridge with a smile and said, "You're sick, so of course it's my treat."
Xu Su looked at him but didn't reach out to take it.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Xi Zirong finally felt his face grow warm under her gaze. He said, "If you don't want me to treat you, then just give me the money for the porridge."
