The wind was freezing tonight. A sweater alone couldn't keep it out, and the drafts seeped right through. Tomorrow, he should switch to a coat. A down jacket was out of the question. A real man had to face the biting north wind head-on and maintain his poise at all times.
The crew's food was delicious. Jiang Hansheng had specifically arranged it, terrified that Li Wenchuan wouldn't eat well and lose weight. Even the entire crew's Boxed Meals had improved by leaps and bounds. Having someone who loved you was really nice.
He'd mooched a milk tea off Jiang Hansheng. How did that guy drink one every day without gaining weight? How did Li Wenchuan put up with such a sugar addict? Real men were different. He'd only mooch this one cup today, and it had to be sugar-free.
Work wrapped too early, so there were no Boxed Meals. He randomly found a roadside stall and ordered a bowl of wontons. He'd said no cilantro, yet they still dumped in a huge handful. Fine, he'd make do with it... Ugh...
Yang Luo'er wandered aimlessly down the street, brushing past all kinds of people. The lights were dazzling and colorful, but his mood was monotonous. The taste of that cilantro still seemed to linger in his mouth, rushing straight to his head. For once, he planned to have a second dessert today: a grape boba with coconut jelly, extra ice.
Although the clerk said they only had regular ice, that too much ice was a waste of space and bad for the stomach.
He nodded on the surface, but inwardly he thought, If my stomach gets messed up, who would care? Either way, he only had himself. He might as well make himself a little happier while he was alive. His