"I'm not picky when it comes to food. I'll have anything that tastes good. I don't have a gourmet palate." What a fat cat, she thought in her head.
"This is because you've not tasted good food before. Once you taste actually good food, you'll not want to go back to plain old food cooked by subpar chefs." The seriousness and passion with which he spoke made her turn to take a closer look at him.
"Well, you'll have to wait for the day I make more money than you to show me what good food is, then." She chuckled. The elevator dinged and she bounced out without a goodbye.
Mo Qingchen shook his head as he watched her hop away. She really liked to test his patience. He followed behind silently, his hand placed firmly in the pockets of his pant. She swiped her keycard quickly and shut the door without glancing at him.
