Ye Xiaoli followed them out, and Luo Ziling felt that no matter what, they should invite her for dinner, but Yang Qingyin still said not to bother with her. Eventually, Luo Ziling followed Yang Qingyin's advice and did not call out to Ye Xiaoli.
Seeing Luo Ziling feeling a bit embarrassed, Yang Qingyin whispered, "She wouldn't come anyway."
"Alright," Luo Ziling did not ask any further.
Because it was a tourist town, the area where they were staying was quite bustling, with a plethora of snack and famous food shops.
Roast lamb was naturally a special flavor here, and Luo Ziling, holding onto Yang Qingyin's hand, came to a restaurant that was quite popular with patrons for dinner. They ordered a few pounds of Little Lamb, along with some grassland specialty snacks and two vegetable dishes, which made up dinner for the two of them.
"Can we two really eat all of this?" Yang Qingyin was a bit surprised at the amount Luo Ziling had ordered, "Are you trying to stuff me to death?"
