Today's temperature was 12-21°C.
The lake water felt slightly chilly.
Taking a deep breath, he cast these thoughts aside. Maybe Brother Nan was just interested in what he'd dreamt about her, or perhaps she just missed him, or maybe it was due to some other bizarre train of thought. It was possible that Brother Nan, the scatterbrain, had already forgotten the harsh words she had uttered yesterday. The secret technique of a salted fish: self-comfort. Exceptionally effective.
So, Zhou Li shifted his chair a little closer to Brother Nan and whispered tentatively, "Last night, Huai Xu and I cooked dinner at home."
"Was it good?"
"It was alright. We followed a video. I don't think it was bad," Zhou Li said, continuing to watch Brother Nan's expression. "Huai Xu isn't picky; she'll eat anything as long as there's plenty of meat."
"What did you make?"
