[White Rose: When are you coming back?]
[Larkspur: A little later, probably around evening.]
[White Rose: That late? Then we'll order takeout for lunch.]
[Larkspur: Mm, sorry to trouble you. Is everything going smoothly over there?]
[White Rose: Don't worry, leave it to me!]
Looking at her phone screen, Larkspur slowly took a sip of tea, feeling somewhat relieved as she set the phone back on the table.
It was after lunch. Sitting in the elegantly tranquil tea restaurant, Larkspur and Xia Liang were each resting in their seats. A clock on the nearby wall ticked crisply and steadily, blending with the soft music to create a comfortable, pleasant atmosphere.
The place they had chosen for lunch was a tea restaurant called Qinhe. Xia Liang had suggested it after seeing it recommended online; it had not been part of Larkspur's original itinerary. The restaurant was doing quite well. The two of them had spent an entire hour just waiting in line, and once inside, every booth around them was occupied, with scarcely an empty table in sight.
Larkspur had no particular interest in restaurants with internet-famous appeal, nor did she have any preference regarding what to eat, so she left the task of ordering entirely to Xia Liang. The result was a table full of beautifully presented dishes, while Xia Liang held up her phone and photographed every dish that arrived.
Whether the food was good or not aside, Xia Liang was probably satisfied.
As Larkspur put her phone back on the table, Xia Liang, who had been studying how to make the little cake look better in photos, looked up and asked with her phone in hand:
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. White Rose asked where we are right now." Larkspur answered honestly, expressionless.
"Why are you still calling her