All the restaurants he knew were those with good environments and classy styles.
He had not tried places with thick smoke smells like what Lu Man described, but he was quite curious about it.
Hence, both of them held hands and went to a street behind the school.
As Lu Man walked, she introduced him around. "This street has all these small restaurants that mainly serve street food. Sichuan fish with pickled mustard greens, baby lobsters and traditional hot pot, they have all of that. Whenever we have classes in the morning and afternoon and need to eat in school, we would come out and eat, so we have eaten everything along this whole street."
"You actually ate such things behind my back?" Han Zhuoli pinched her nose lightly and said, "I have to say, your stomach is really strong."
