After retrieving the lunchbox from the guesthouse, by the time she went back to the cafeteria, Chen Shaojie was already waiting at the door.
Shen Qingqing hurriedly quickened her steps. "It's so cold outside, why don't you wait inside?"
Chen Shaojie didn't seem to mind. "Let's just consider it exercise."
As a pilot, not only does one need outstanding flying skills, but also a strong physique, the ability to handle pressure, and adaptability to extreme environments.
Enduring the freezing weather was nothing to him.
But Mister Shen had just recovered from an illness a few days ago and couldn't afford to catch another cold.
Chen Shaojie stepped aside. "I checked earlier, they have lamb soup. How about we have that?"
Shen Qingqing didn't have any objections. "Anything is fine."
"Mister Shen, why don't you go find a seat first? I'll grab the food and join you."
As he spoke, he reached to take the lunchbox from Shen Qingqing's hands.
