Six or seven minutes later.
Qin Hao arrived at the art studio, where Fan Ruobing was seated, looking at the painting from the previous day, waiting for him.
Fan Ruobing, "You are five minutes late again today."
Qin Hao was a bit embarrassed; he was never this punctual for class, "I got held up with something. Haven't finished dinner yet, have you? Let's talk after you eat."
He placed the rolled pancakes and rice porridge beside her.
Fan Ruobing took a bite and then looked at him, "I don't like cilantro."
Qin Hao, "Picky even when someone buys you food. Be content, big sister, and besides, cilantro has medicinal benefits: indigestion, loss of appetite, and more. It's good stuff."
Fan Ruobing hesitated for a moment and then continued to eat.
Five minutes later, after finishing their meal, Qin Hao said to her, "Start painting, let me see if you've made any progress."
Fan Ruobing began to paint, and Qin Hao sat down and started playing with his phone.