Lu Ao seriously considered his proposal, then pushed the yellow wine aside. "Let's switch."
Song Zhou laughed so hard he could barely contain himself. He stood up and strode into the kitchen on his long legs, returning with an ice-cold Coke.
After swapping the yellow wine for Coke, the dining experience improved considerably.
Lu Ao took a big gulp of Coke and narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
The fried fish chunks were rich and fragrant when eaten on their own, and even better with rice.
Lu Ao ate eight bowls of rice in one go.
By the time he finished, Song Zhou was still eating.
Song Zhou held his yellow wine and ate at an unhurried pace. Lu Ao did not rush him. Once he was done, he sat in his chair, playing on his phone and enjoying the breeze as he kept him company.
Song Zhou had a refined, scholarly air about him, and even the way he ate was exceptionally elegant.
Quite often, while Lu Ao was playing on his phone, his gaze would drift over to Song Zhou without him realizing it.
Song Zhou noticed, but ignored it most of the time. Then, when Lu Ao was staring blankly again, Song Zhou raised his long fingers and waved them before his eyes.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Ao looked up and saw amusement filling his eyes.
"Ahem, nothing." Lu Ao acted as though nothing had happened and changed the subject. "I was just thinking about something. I agreed with Lin Qi Yan that I'd join him for a deep-sea fishing trip on August twenty-fourth."
"How many days?"
"They said we'll be back on September first." Lu Ao volunteered the information. "I looked it up online. The organizer seems fairly reliable, and they've gone to quite a