Jiang Zhixun didn't show up, but meals were dropped off at the front desk of the guesthouse on schedule.
He delivered them, and Shen Qingqing ate them.
She had come all the way to the Northwest and endured so much hardship, there was no need to argue with Jiang Zhixun over trivial matters.
Now someone was bringing meals downstairs; it saved her some effort and spared her from running to the cafeteria herself.
If there came a day when Jiang Zhixun stopped delivering food, she would just go get her own. Either way, she wouldn't let herself starve.
Jiang Zhixun had envisioned the possibility: What if Shen Qingqing got stubborn and intentionally refused to eat the meals he brought?
Should he ask Sister-in-law Wang for help to have a talk with her?
Fortunately, the scenario he imagined didn't happen.
Jiang Zhixun couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
When the time came, if the elders said a few words, this matter should blow over.
