Wen Rufeng arrived at the restaurant and quickly tried to persuade her. "You're already so thin, why are you trying to lose weight like others?"
Qiao Shishi responded with a wry smile. "Even if I'm not losing weight, I still need to maintain my figure."
"Since it's for maintaining your figure, it's okay to eat more in the morning. Just skip lunch and dinner. These crab roe soup dumplings are Wang Ma's specialty. If you don't eat them, you're missing out big time. And this red date sticky rice porridge is very delicious too. It's my favorite," Wen Rufeng said, all the while serving Qiao Shishi.
The porridge was soft and sticky, with the aroma of red dates wafting through the air. The soup dumplings were translucent and delicate, with golden broth swirling inside. Just looking at them made one's mouth water.
'Gurgle... gurgle... gurgle...' Qiao Shishi's stomach made an honest sound.
Wen Rufeng chuckled. "Since you're hungry, don't neglect your stomach. Go ahead and eat."
