On the walkway, Kuang Meiyun took a box of breakfast snacks. After sitting down, she opened it and took a look. It was fried dumplings. They smelled fragrant and were fried until they were shiny. They looked quite delicious.
Just as he was about to start eating, a shadow covered him.
She looked up and saw a pair of long legs, then a shiny leather jacket with both hands in her pockets. Above that was a somewhat familiar but clearly unfamiliar face.
It was Peng Bairan.
This person was looking at her, no, her food, with his unfathomable eyes.
"What's the matter?"
"Yes."
He sat down beside her and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
"It smells so good."
The meaning behind his words was that he naturally wanted to eat it.
Kuang Meiyun didn't want to let him eat. She sighed and said,"
"You came in from outside. Shouldn't you have eaten your fill before coming in?"
"I forgot."
He only cared about things.
