"Brother Song, can I have this drawing?" Qian Lele cautiously picked up her sketch, hope gleaming in her eyes.
"Take it, it was meant for you."
"Thank you, Brother Song!"
She put her things away and bid farewell to Zhang Wen.
The two walked shoulder to shoulder towards the normal university teachers' apartments.
At this hour on a weekday, there were fewer people on the pedestrian street, making it somewhat quiet.
As they were about to leave the street, Qian Lele suddenly stopped and said, "Brother Song, wait a moment, I'm going to buy something."
"Okay, go ahead."
Qian Lele jogged to a small stand.
She haggled with the vendor for a while and finally bought 40 yuan worth of fried chicken.
"Got it! Tonight we're having fried chicken!" Qian Lele waved the plastic bag in her hand like a triumphant hunter, her face radiating a satisfied and happy smile.
Besides Spicy Strips, she also loved eating fried chicken.
