Jiang Shengyan spent the entire afternoon outlining her writing goals. Sometimes it was easy to get carried away and lose track mid-sentence, so making a list beforehand was safer and saved her from having to make exhausting adjustments later.
Before long, a knock sounded at the door. Jiang Shengyan got up to open it—it was the food delivery, which she brought inside.
Opening the bags, she found mouth-watering chicken, stir-fried potatoes, eggplants, and green peppers, alongside a small box of iced jelly—all her favorites.
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