Finally, Sun Qing had some chicken soup, accompanied by small bread rolls she had stored in her own fridge, and the youtiao (fried dough strips) and soy milk bought by Bai Dingxian, which he had dealt with himself.
The dining table they used was from Sun Qing's apartment.
It was quite strange, a couple divorced for N days just sat opposite each other, each eating their own portion of breakfast quietly. On the surface, it looked peaceful enough.
However, it lacked the warmth and coziness that Bai Dingxian desired.
After breakfast, Sun Qing cleaned up her own dishes and also washed the thermos that held the chicken soup. She took a rag and wiped only her side of the table.
"Doctor Bai, please clean up after you've finished eating, then you can leave, thank you," she said.
"What? I came to pick you up to go to the Bai family's house. We're supposed to have a meal there today; you haven't forgotten, have you?"