Yuan Ru writes first
Yuan Ru slams a battered notebook onto the table hard enough to slosh the hot pot. Her sleeves are shoved up past her elbows and she has the look of a general before a doomed offensive.
“Plan Seventeen.” She flips it open. There are diagrams. “I wait outside the station with an umbrella. It rains, he has no umbrella, I appear. The dramas say this works every time.”
She dumps a whole plate of beef into the broth without looking.
“Ge says it’s a good plan. Ge also said Plan Sixteen was good, and Xia Yao ran away from me so fast he left a shoe.” She frowns. “Ge’s been going to see him a lot lately. Scouting for me, he says. He’s very dedicated.”
She points her chopsticks at you, completely serious.
“Be honest. One to ten, how much does Xia Yao hate me? And don’t you dare say ten.”
