Perhaps Su Cha had become picky with food after all the exquisite dishes in ancient times, so the food from the restaurant beside the street was really scarcely edible for her, just like the mushroom chicken rice she ate at noon.
Nonetheless, the food gave her some familiar and nostalgic feelings.
She still remembered that she often came here to eat back then.
She sent a message to Bo Muyi and smiled when she saw his reply. She could imagine the face of Bo Muyi furrowing his brow while thinking of what she was going to eat.
Su Cha went home after she barely finished her lunch.
Just because she spent one morning to prepare everything did not mean that everything was fine already.
Su Cha recalled that she was still a student in the senior year.
She had attained legal adulthood not long ago, otherwise, Bo Muyi would have had laid his hands on an underage teen.
