Gu Qiangwei smiled and turned to the old woman, who quickly got the hint.
Before long, two servings of preserved egg and lean pork congee and pickles were served.
Gu Qiangwei couldn't wait to take several bites, she hadn't eaten this for so long, and she missed it so much!
Looking up, however, she saw the man sitting opposite was unmoved.
Her motions slowed, as she stared at him, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
Qin Sijue kept his gaze on the bowl of congee, his complexion somewhat dark.
"I don't eat preserved eggs."
"...If you don't eat preserved eggs, why did you order the same as me?"
He suddenly looked up, "How was I to know that's what you'd ordered?"
"I clearly mentioned it before"—noticing the people sharing the table with them at that moment, Gu Qiangwei swallowed her words, not wanting to argue with him and potentially affect the old woman's business.
She stared at the lean pork congee in his bowl for a while before coming up with a solution.
