"How is this place?" Jian Qingying asked her daughter. "This place is pretty good. Let's go in and try things." She helped Xia Ruoxin along like a mother teaching a child to walk. She was careful as if she were afraid that her daughter would fall.
Xia Ruoxin was not a child that had just learned to walk, but her every step was startling. Just survival was already tough for her.
This was a newly opened place for Korean cuisine. Jian Qingying had only heard about it recently, but she did not really like it. She still liked Chinese food better and did not see what was good about them. However, she did not mind jumping on the bandwagon and trying it out.
"This place is fine." Xia Ruoxin did not want to pick, but she really did want a different taste. Otherwise, she would be going back to a pot of soup.
