Fu Rui put down her phone, took a sip of milk, and said, "My brother's not coming for lunch today. He told me to eat with you."
"Then let's just have the Xiyuan staff meal. That's what we normally eat—simple but filling."
"Sounds good, let's go with that."
Just thinking about Xiyuan's food made Fu Rui's breakfast even harder to swallow. She took a couple bites of her bread, then tossed it aside, "This tastes terrible."
"If you're not starving, just skip it. It's already ten o'clock, Xiyuan's open now. We could head there right away." But then He Yiran realized her own mistake from yesterday, "Man, I really did drink too much last night. Didn't even think I could just grab bread and milk and have them for breakfast today."
"It wasn't just you who drank too much yesterday. I'd bet everyone went overboard."
After all, there was so much alcohol last night—even if you didn't finish every bottle, just trying a bit of everything was already a lot. She herself was the same way.
