Before Wen Ci could even speak, Xue Li gave a magnanimous wave of his hand. "Doctor Yu, what would you like to eat? I'll get a plate for you."
Yu Qing shook her head, politely declining. "There's no need."
As he spoke, Xue Li shot up from his chair and strode over to the service window, extravagantly pointing at the pork stew with glass noodles and the sweet and sour spare ribs.
The sweet and sour spare ribs were the Friday special and were extremely popular.
Yu Qing whispered, "This soldier is so enthusiastic."
Watching Xue Li's back as he got their food, Wen Ci's eyes curved into a smile. She teased, "Xue Li is certainly enthusiastic. And still single, too."
She didn't mean anything else by it.
A moment later, Xue Li returned with a heaping tray. The woman serving at the window must have thought the food was for him, because she had piled on the rice—at least half a pound's worth.
Yu Qing froze for a second. 'Does he think I have a monstrous appetite?!'
