Qi Chenglin looked through the menu casually, then he asked her spontaneously, "Is there anything that you don't like to eat?"
"I'm okay with anything, I'm not picky." Ruan Danchen felt awkward because she was unwittingly dragged out for lunch by him.
The waiter stood by waiting for their order. Qi Chenglin stopped reading the menu, raised his head and stared at her quietly—this made Ruan Danchen feel increasingly nervous.
"Tell me the truth." He narrowed his eyes and his mellow voice turned cold and deep.
Ruan Danchen was startled, she glimpsed at the waiter and saw him trying to restrain himself from smiling. "I don't particularly like seafood that has a fishy smell, and I don't eat animal heads no matter what animal it is. I don't like celery and carrot as well, that's it."
Qi Chenglin sneered. "Less than what I imagined."
"Told you, I'm really not a picky eater," mumbled Ruan Danchen with a weak voice.
