What do these two dishes mean? Obviously, it's already beyond words.
Chu Ge had a bit of regret. Although he knew regretting was useless, he still regretted that he shouldn't have softened his heart and taken this lunchbox.
Because this was no longer just a simple lunch; it was clearly Mo Xiaoran's intention and determination.
The potato shreds were cut very finely, almost matching his knife skills. Chu Ge really didn't know how Mo Xiaoran managed to do that.
There wasn't a single chili seed in the spicy diced tofu, which was obviously carefully picked out by Mo Xiaoran.
Smiling bitterly inside, Chu Ge took out the compartment with the dishes. As expected, the lower compartment was filled with fragrant, glossy white rice that was still steaming hot.
Suppressing the helplessness in his heart, Chu Ge looked up and smiled, "Xiaoran, where are the chopsticks?"
"Ah? Ah... I... I forgot. I'll go down and buy some right now."
