Liu Yue rolled her eyes, speechless. "What a once-in-a-century, top-tier dumbass."
Before long.
The American-born Chinese girl and the show-off guy both left.
With a thought, Xia Shuran took several lunch boxes out of her Storage Bracelet, each packed full of piping-hot food.
The Storage Bracelet preserved things exceptionally well.
It kept them both warm and fresh.
The food put inside that morning was still hot and fresh at noon. Even the green vegetables hadn't yellowed or softened in the slightest. It was truly amazing.
"Whoa, eight whole lunch boxes? Why did you make so much food?"
Gu Qing looked at the eight lunch boxes before him, filled with rice balls, freshly cut fruit, boiled eggs, steamed seafood, and various home-style stir-fries, his face full of surprise.
Resting her chin on one hand, Xia Shuran gazed at Gu Qing and said with a sweet smile,
"We're martial artists. Intense martial arts training takes a lot of energy, so of course we need to eat more."
"No, I mean, making this much food must have taken you a lot of time, right?"
"It wasn't too bad. They're all really simple dishes. As long as I prepare the ingredients the night before, I can finish everything in under an hour."
"You're way too capable, Junior Schoolmate. You're a role model for us all."
"Thank you for the compliment, Senior."
Xia Shuran's eyes curved slightly, and her smile grew even sweeter. "Hurry up and eat, Senior. It won't taste as good once it gets cold."
"Then I'll try this oil-braised chicken first."
Gu Qing took the chopsticks his Junior Schoolmate handed him, picked up a small, richly fragrant chicken drumstick, and brought it to his mouth.
With one bite, the meat was tender and thoroughly flavored, its savory saltiness just right. It tasted