"Oh, let's not talk about it!"
"Have you had breakfast this morning?" Song Xiaodong asked again.
Lu Yaobing touched her stomach, shook her head, and said, "Nope."
"You're sick and you aren't eating?" Song Xiaodong waved his hand at Lu Yaobing's body, his brows still furrowed.
"Oh, Master, don't start nagging me as soon as you arrive. It's only eight o'clock. Only middle-aged men like you get up so early. For us young university students, noon is the time to get up and eat breakfast." Lu Yaobing patted Song Xiaodong's chest, nodding as she spoke.
"No wonder you catch colds so easily."
"Oh..." Lu Yaobing replied quietly.
"Let's go. What do you want to eat?" Song Xiaodong asked Lu Yaobing.
"Hotpot."
"Who eats hotpot in the morning?" Song Xiaodong walked ahead. Hearing that Lu Yaobing wanted hotpot, he suddenly turned around.
"I just want it! I'm cold!" Lu Yaobing stomped her foot, standing still.
