When Shen Qiumo returned to the dormitory, the lights were on.
Xia Weiyi and another roommate, Lin Yiran, who had returned early, were lying on the bed, watching a boring soap opera while chatting, with face masks on.
As they saw someone push the door open, their conversation instantly halted.
"Qiumo, you're back."
Xia Weiyi sat up from the bed, tossed away the mask on her face, and her gaze fell on the two big bags in Shen Qiumo's hands: "Qiumo, what goodies did that Xu Hao send you this time?"
"Just some snacks and a few apples, and a bowl of nourishing fish soup."
"Nourishing fish soup?"
Hearing those four words, Lin Yiran immediately perked up and sat up, but at the thought it might have been made by Xu Hao, she slumped back onto the bed.
Not because Xu Hao's cooking isn't delicious, but ever since she had the fortune to taste Boss Huang's cooking, her taste buds have been spoiled.
