"I brought the Braised Lion's Head Meatballs you made yesterday," Wangchen said, opening the box. "I kept them warm with my Qi."
He sat down next to her on the dirty stone wall. He didn't care about his silk robes. He didn't care about the dust.
He picked up a pair of chopsticks, wiped them with a silk handkerchief, and handed them to her.
"Eat," he ordered gently. "The food in the cafeteria is trash."
Ji'an took the chopsticks. "You skipped the Sky Pavilion lunch for leftovers?"
"I prefer the company here," Wangchen said, taking a bite of a leftover pickle. He looked at Tang Bo, who was staring at him with his mouth open.
Wangchen's eyes went cold again. "What are you looking at?"
Tang Bo squeaked. "N-Nothing! Just... nice robes!"
Wangchen turned back to Ji'an, his face softening again. "Did you make friends?"
"Yeah," Ji'an pointed with her chopstick. "Tang Bo. Liu Liu are good kids. They appreciate jerky."
Wangchen nodded. "Good."
