"I want to drink porridge, add some sugar," Qin Xiangnuan didn't have much of an appetite tonight, so she only wanted a bowl of white rice porridge with some sugar, cooked slightly raw to have a good texture when bitten.
"I'll go buy it for you," Jian Zhiqing said, then put on a mask, ready to go out and buy some porridge for Qin Xiangnuan to drink. Wearing the mask was Qin Xiangnuan's requirement. Not only them, but also the people in internet cafes and clothing stores had to wear it, as it was responsible for oneself and for others.
After Jian Zhiqing left, Qin Xiangmei sneered sarcastically.
"What are you eating for? Aren't you just wanting to die from SARS? Wasting food, Jian Zhiqing is too good for you, it's a waste, with your looks, your brain."
