Descending the stairs with light footsteps, Mi Jing's waist wasn't sore, her legs didn't hurt, and her mood was naturally great. She looked at Shen Lingxing, who was arranging the tableware on the dining table downstairs, with a smile on her pretty face.
"Did Mrs. Xu come by?" Her gaze swept around the dishes on the table. Thinking of the times when she and Shen Lingxing were nestled together in bed while Mrs. Xu was cooking downstairs, she suddenly felt a sense of awkwardness and discomfort in her heart.
"No." As he spoke, Shen Lingxing pulled out a chair and then placed his hands on Mi Jing's shoulders, guiding her to sit down.
Taking the bowl of thick soup that Shen Lingxing handed over, Mi Jing asked, "Then where did these dishes come from?" In a short ten to twenty minutes, it's not usually this fast to order takeout, right?
"Takeout from a nearby restaurant."
"Oh."