"Have you not had breakfast yet? I'll treat you to a steaming bowl of soy milk," Cheng Zhu asked.
"Let's go, let's go!" Lin Lu pushed him into the car, shivering despite wearing many layers.
In the Land Rover, Cheng Zhu naturally took the driver's seat while Lin Lu comfortably settled into the passenger seat.
The breakfast shop wasn't far from the apartment entrance, but it wasn't worth walking back to drive there.
Lin Lu wasn't very hungry, she only ordered a bun, a bowl of soy milk, and said she'd take just half a stick of fried dough, leaving the other half for Cheng Zhu.
Of course, she didn't give him leftovers, she didn't feed him "imported food."
While drinking the soy milk, she pouted her little mouth and kept blowing on it: "Hoo hoo hoo!"
Cheng Zhu, looking at her adorable face under the morning sun, felt his mood brighten considerably.
