"Girls shouldn't drink those."
What Jian Zhiqing meant by that was, he deliberately didn't bring any, only giving her plain water to drink.
Jian Zhiqing tore off a piece of bread and popped it into his mouth, then tugged at Qin Xiangnuan's hair again.
"Quick, eat. No talking."
Qin Xiangnuan continued to drink water and eat bread, feeling wonderfully content with life.
She could only sit there because what she really wanted to see was their department's fashion design and the like. Any other programs, even the good ones, were dull to her. She watched purely for appreciation, neither praising nor criticizing. Even the not-so-good ones had people's hard work behind them.
In the end, the waiting wasn't in vain. She had a pack of pickled plums, a few sticks of sausage, half a loaf of bread, and drank two cups of water. With energy in her body and warm clothes on, it wasn't uncomfortable to wait for their department's show.
