Everyone walked over to the table and looked at the noodles and fried sauce. Huang Bo bent over and sniffed, "Wow, Beijing zhajiangmian, I haven’t had it in half a year."
With silver hair and an earring, Song Yi had a look of disbelief. "Are you sure this is from our fridge?"
"It probably won’t taste too good, but everyone just make do," Luo Xiaoqian said as she split two washed cucumbers in half and delivered them to everyone’s hands. "I remember Old Beijing folks like to eat zhajiangmian while biting on a cucumber, so I didn’t cut them up!"
Time was pressing, and nobody had much time for pleasantries, so they immediately picked up their own plates and began eating.
Two cucumbers, split in half, were just enough for the three young men and Leng Zimo. Luo Xiaoqian didn’t keep any for herself.
The three young guys didn’t notice this detail, and all rudely accepted the cucumbers, but Leng Zimo did notice.
"This is for you!"
He raised his hand and offered his portion to Luo Xiaoqian.
Looking up, she met Leng Zimo’s gaze and parted her lips to speak.
"What’s mine is yours!" Leng Zimo said.
Whether it was a gem of inestimable value or this small piece of cucumber, as long as he had it, he would give it to her without hesitation.
Luo Xiaoqian smiled, took the cucumber, split it in half again, and handed one half back to him.
"Half for each of us!"
Leng Zimo smiled, took the cucumber, and accepted his share.
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