Untouchable

Unbeknownst to them, it was evident that for Gong Xin, acting less haughty would be a failure, an impossibility. Gong Xin savored her corn porridge and pickled vegetables, cradling the assorted snack box that Gu Zi had given her on her lap. She examined it over and over, appreciating the woman's thoughtfulness. Gu Zi knew that Gong Xin disliked fuss, so she had prepared cold snacks for her convenience.

It was indeed convenient. She could store them in the refrigerator and grab a piece whenever she felt like it. The thought brought a smile to Gong Xin's heart, but she maintained a serious expression on her face.

"I admit your snacks look very appealing," she said, "but I didn't come here just for this snack box. I came because I noticed you don't have many friends here, and I wanted to bring some moving-in atmosphere. But speaking of which, don't you have any braised meat here?"