Hamandan swirled the wine glass in his hand slightly, smiling gracefully and elegantly: "That's what you said, I don't know anything."
Along the way, Yan Zisu kept her head half-lowered, holding her hands together, not daring to look you in the eyes.
Passing by a tofu pudding shop, you reached out to hold Yan Zisu's small hand and led her inside.
"Boss, two bowls of tofu pudding, one sweet, one salty."
You and Yan Zisu sat down together, and the tofu pudding quickly arrived. You smiled at Yan Zisu, who looked like a student who made a mistake: "Why are you always keeping your head down? I'm not going to eat you."
Yan Zisu was never much of a talker. Seeing you smile, and looking into your eyes, she found no blame but rather a hint of compassion, so she nodded gently and picked up a spoon, slowly eating.
After eating, you asked: "Is there still trouble at home?"
