Soon, the two of them arrived at the state-run restaurant.
It was Liu Yuan who treated Wen Zhqing; Liu Yuan was quite generous, ordering braised pork, cabbage stewed with glass noodles, a fish, and two bowls of rice.
In the Liu Family, she was their only daughter, and her parents doted on her immensely, even giving her pocket money. After graduating from middle school, her parents found her a job at the supply and marketing cooperative—not only an iron rice bowl, but not so exhausting either.
"Brother Wen, you're too thin, you really should eat more, especially this braised pork, you need to eat more to nourish yourself." Liu Yuan looked at the slender Wen Zhqing, her eyes full of concern and pity.
"Thank you, Mr. Liu. Nowadays, only you seem to care about me." Wen Zhqing's lips curled up, but it was filled with bitterness, and his gaze was full of sorrow, making Liu Yuan feel heartache at a glance.
"Brother Wen, has that woman hit you again, didn't give you food either?"
