"Have you eaten?" Huang Han walked into the kitchen with some food.
Wang Xin, who was making tea, looked at the delicious food packed up and happily said, "Wow, that's quite the spread! Did you just go out to eat with the boss?"
"Yeah, these are the leftovers, but we didn't eat much. You don't mind, do you?" Huang Han asked.
Wang Xin quickly waved her hands, grabbing a big lobster with one hand and biting into it with a crunch: "So tasty, do you think I'm that picky?"
"It's good you don't mind; it's all yours."
"Wait a moment, I'll go give some tea." Wang Xin ran out and returned shortly.
As she enjoyed the food, she winked and asked, "What's the story here?"
"What story?" Huang Han feigned ignorance.
But her act didn't fool her long-time familiar classmate.
Wang Xin hooked her two thumbs together, showing a smile that was indescribable in words: "Could it be like this?"
