Lin Che touched his chin and smiled softly. "Brother Che is not good. He is so busy that he forgot to shave. He will go to the rest room and shave off later, OK?"

Butong didn't speak. He filled out the chicken soup in the thermos cup. "This is the old hen that mother Zhang brought me money in early in the morning. I specially asked the kitchen to stew it for you. You can drink more."

"OK, you can drink as much as you like." Linche takes the bowl in her hand and feeds herself gracefully with a spoon.

Butong looked at his haggard face and said, "brother Che,...