Qin Zheng took out the lunch box that had been kept warm in his arms, untied the scarf wrapped around it, and handed it to Yan Jingwan.
"for you."
Yan Jingwan didn't reach out to take it immediately. Her beautiful eyes dropped and her gaze fell on the lunch box. "What is this?"
Qin Zheng: "These are dumplings made by Aunt Feng. They're filled with pure meat. Thank you for the performance tickets you gave me a few days ago."
Yan Jingwan said "thank you" and then reached out to take it. It was warm to the touch. She was stunned for a moment: "It's still hot?"
She had been to Qin Zheng's house. The distance between Qin Zheng's house and the art troupe was not short. It was such a cold day, and he had walked all the way here. His lunch box should have been cold.
Qin Zheng pursed his lips and chuckled: "You can't eat the meat dumplings if they get cold. I've been keeping them warm in my arms. Eat them while they're hot."
Yan Jingwan felt warm in her heart, and when she looked at Qin Zheng again, the coldness that kept people away from her eyes was no longer there.
"Come in."
She turned around and walked into the dance studio first.
Qin Zheng followed her somewhat stiffly.
The dance studio was a spacious, eye-catching room. Long exercise rails lined the walls, but otherwise the room was bare except for a low cabinet to the right of the entrance, where shoes could be stored.
The floor of the dance studio was spotless and shiny. Yan Jingwan landed lightly on the floor, sat down cross-legged without any hesitation, and opened her lunch box.
There was a spoon thoughtfully placed in the lunch box. Yan Jingwan took the spoon directly, scooped up a plump dumpling and put it into her mouth.
The pure pork dumplings are tender and juicy, and the hand-chopped stuffing still retains a hint of graininess. What’s even more rare is that there is no overwhelming flavor of green onions and ginger.
Yan Jingwan was won over after taking one bite and praised it: "It's delicious. Aunt Feng's cooking skills are really good."
Qin Zheng immediately said, "You like it? Then I'll send you some dumplings when we make them at home."
Yan Jingwan shook her head gently: "No need. Dancers need to diet to maintain their figure. It's enough to try something you like once in a while. Eating it all the time will only make you fat."
She hinted at something, and Qin Zheng was speechless for a moment, but he was reluctant to leave, so he quietly looked at Yan Jingwan and watched her eat.
Yan Jingwan ate very elegantly, chewing her food slowly and carefully, which was particularly pleasing to the eye. However, she ate quite quickly, and in a short while, she had finished the entire box of dumplings.
She put down the spoon and handed it to Qin Zheng along with the lunch box. "I'm sorry, Captain Qin, there's no plumbing in the dance studio. I have to trouble you to take the dirty lunch box back and wash it."
Qin Zheng didn't mind at all. He took the lunch box with a smile and put it directly into the pocket of his military coat. "It's okay. It's the same if I go back and wash it."
Yan Jingwan suddenly said seriously: "We have finished eating the dumplings, let's chat."
Qin Zheng paused, pursed his lips, and half-knelt in front of Yan Jingwan.
"What are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about our business." Yan Jingwan sat up straight, her expression becoming serious. "Isn't this what you came here to talk about today?"
"yes."
Qin Zheng said in a low voice: "Aunt Cui said that you don't want to continue contacting me. I think there may be a misunderstanding between us, so I want to ask you in person..."
His eyebrows were drooping, and his strong appearance suddenly showed a sense of panic and brokenness.
At that moment, Yan Jingwan felt a little soft-hearted.
When she finally sobered up, she said calmly, "There's no misunderstanding. I really don't want to have any further contact with you."
"Why?" Qin Zheng's deep eyes flashed with a confused look: "What's wrong with me?"
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