At noon, Zheng Xiaojue brought a lunchbox to Zhou Yun's trailer.
"Sister Xiao Yun, today's lunchbox includes braised pork, it smells so good!" Zheng Xiaojue's little face was flushed with excitement.
Zhou Yun immediately frowned, "Ah? Braised pork? Then I can't eat it."
"Mhm, I know, so I asked the chef to put your portion into my lunchbox," said Zheng Xiaojue.
Zhou Yun: "..."
Seeing the gleaming eyes of Zheng Xiaojue, she appeared cuter and cuter, Zhou Yun thought.
Zhou Yun tucked Zheng Xiaojue's fallen bangs behind her ear and asked, "Xiaoju, haven't you encountered someone you like recently?"
Zheng Xiaojue shook her head and said, "No."
A very straightforward answer.
Zhou Yun: "Now is the best time for you to be in a relationship."
Zheng Xiaojue said, "But I don't want to be in a relationship at all right now."
"Why?" Zhou Yun asked curiously.
"Oh, Sister Xiao Yun, stop asking," Zheng Xiaojue said.
"Alright."
