One hour later.
Yu Hongtao stood on the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth.
Pop~
Yuan Xiaolin thoughtfully lit it for him, holding an ashtray.
"The food made by that little boss at the Ecological Garden is quite tasty, just a bit expensive."
"Expensive is no problem, we have money." Yuan Xiaolin picked up her phone, swiftly transferring a thousand yuan.
Yu Hongtao hadn't enjoyed such treatment in a long time and was actually a bit unaccustomed to it for a moment.
"Oh right, darling, I was pondering on the way home today, rather than going all the way to the Northwest for spicy hot pot, we might as well go to the Ecological Garden every day. You don't know, when I went over today, that little boss made a new fried rice, tsk..."
Even just reminiscing, Yu Hongtao's face was full of happiness.
The sensation of taking a big bite, the crispy yet soft texture while chewing, the ultimately savory flavor—what spicy hot pot could be better than fried rice?
