Shu Juan placed a bowl of noodles in front of Chuzheng: "Eat up."
The noodles were topped with aromatic and flavorful shredded meat, and the broth was thick, making the dish look very appetizing.
Chuzheng took a bite, the taste was not bad.
"Is it good?" Shu Juan asked her.
"It's okay."
Shu Juan: "..."
It was clearly quite delicious, why was it just okay?
The ringing of a phone interrupted Shu Juan's thoughts. He took out his phone, glanced at it, then looked at Chuzheng across from him, got up with his phone, and went to the bedroom.
Shu Juan was on the phone for nearly ten minutes. When he came out, Chuzheng had already finished eating and was back at her desk, writing a self-reflection essay.
Shu Juan stood at the doorway, watching her with the dim light.
