My school loan years

23

Han Jiaying, a rich girl, quite understands life. She specially stewed pork ribs soup as the bottom soup of the hot pot, with slices of shallots, ginger and garlic cloves floating on it, which looked appealing. The table was also filled with mushrooms, thousands of sheets, water tofu, potatoes, vegetables, balls, and a large bag of mutton rolls.

I took a look, and it turned out to be my usual favorite food, so I couldn't help but move my index finger. I couldn't help but pick up my chopsticks, pick up a piece of ribs from the pot, and eat it with my mouth sucked.

Han Jiaying glances at me and says angrily, "Are you a starving ghost?"

I smiled and said, "I just came out of the gym and starved to death."

Han Jiaying can't help but smile: "Not bad, it's been a month, right? Let me see, ho