CH 7

Bai Lu and Xu Hui finally reached the wonton store. They went into the store and sat down. But when ordering, Bai Lu suddenly had a thought, What kind of wonton would she like to eat?

A girl like Jiang Ru, who is slender, sensitive and naive …… what kind of wonton did she eat the day she ran into him?

Before, when they went to the cafeteria together every day, Jiang Ru’s meal size was very small. Even with the high load of academic life of Sixth Highschool, she could only eat up to two bowls of rice per meal.

She likes to eat green vegetables, but can’t tolerate spicy food. If she eats even a little spicy flavored food, her face will be completely red.

“Have you chosen yet?”

Bai Lu looked up. Xu Hui sat across the table. His chin was resting on the hand resting on the table. The other hand was boringly tapping on the table.

“You’ve been looking at it for half a day.” He said.

The waiter standing next to her waiting also looked at her. Bai Lu returned to her senses and pointed to the menu and said, “Sorry …… just, just the three fresh ones of these.”

Service Arts students didn’t have any classes on Saturday. So, the school was basically empty on weekends. Students were coming and going out in pairs, far less lively than weekdays.

The wonton store had at most a five or six people scattered on the whole store. Xu Hui and Bai Lu sat on their seat. Xu Hui looked a little tired. He was looking out outside while waiting for the food to be served, but yawned several times in the meantime.

“Did not sleep well?” Bai Lu asked.

Xu Hui said faintly, “…… no.”

Bai Lu said softly, “Is there something on your mind?”

Xu Hui glanced at her, Bai Lu was sitting a little hunched over, because of her position, she appeared to be even smaller. He shook his head, changed the subject and said, “Your home is also in this neighborhood?”

Bai Lu: “Well, I live in this neighborhood.”

When the wontons were served, Xu Hui pulled out a pair of handy chopsticks from the chopstick tube next to him and took the vinegar bottle. After drawing two circles around the wontons, he finally stirred them with his chopsticks.

The meal was quiet; Bai Lu was sick and had little appetite.

Halfway through the meal, Xu Hui’s cell phone rang.

He kept his mouth shut and took out the phone with one hand to connect.

“Hello?”

“……”

“I’m out to dinner.”

“……”

“When?”

“……”

“Not today …… and not tomorrow, I’m going to sleep at home, the night after tomorrow.”

At the end of the call, the tone of voice his became more and more impatient.

“I said no. Did you not understand? Love my foot. Don’t wait for me and play on your own.”