C292 Trying to Kick Me Out?
Wu Xi rested his cheek on one hand, leaned his elbow on the table, and tilted his head to look at Ying Lingyu. His straight young back was clearly out of place in this bun house, which could only accommodate about ten people. However, he didn't mind. After ordering, he came back with a tray.
Two plates of steamed buns, two bowls of congee, and a few dishes of pickled vegetables