The stewed ribs, the soup was used to accompany the noodles, eaten up completely clean, but the meat was hardly touched.
Shen Qingqing ate a few pieces, Jiang Zhixun didn't eat a single one.
With Shen Qingqing's appetite, she could easily eat two more meals.
The weather was hot, and to prevent the food from spoiling, Jiang Zhixun fried the leftover ribs again in oil.
Without the moisture, the preservation time could be extended a bit.
Two apartments with doors facing each other, the rich aroma wafted straight into Shen Qingqing's home.
Perhaps due to losing her job and dining out less frequently, Shen Qingqing unexpectedly found herself craving.
Even though no one saw it, she still felt embarrassed.
Ultimately, she decided to move the easel indoors and continue painting, using this method to calm herself.
Outside, the sun set behind the hills, the sky darkened, and the light bulb in the room illuminated the space with a soft, warm yellow glow.
