Brother Yangyang took Zhao Meimei to eat beef noodles.
The two sat facing each other, Brother Yangyang consciously picked the cilantro and scallions from Zhao Meimei's bowl into his own, and tossed a few pieces of stewed beef from his bowl into Zhao Meimei's.
Zhao Meimei, being in the prime of her growth phase, had quite an appetite. She cleaned her bowl of beef noodles and then drank the soup with the bowl in her hands.
Over the past year, Zhao Meimei ate heartily and grew quite a bit. When they walked side by side on the street, Brother Yangyang suddenly realized that Zhao Meimei had unknowingly grown into a tall, slim figure, looking almost as tall as some of the shorter girls in their school.
As Brother Yangyang kept looking at her, his gaze softened, his eyes shimmering like ripples on water. The longing he hadn't had time to experience yesterday surged forth in that moment.
