Qiao Nian wasn't particular about food. She kept her gaze down as she said, "Anything works."
"Anything works… that makes things difficult." Jiang Li put his hands on his hips and gave her an annoying expression. His bright purple hair had been highlighted with streaks of red. The flamboyant colors made his hair resemble a colorful bird feather. "Master Wang, what about you? Anything you'd like to eat?"
Ye Wangchuan glanced at Qiao Nian, who was in a hoodie. Her cool aura made her stand out, and his eyes deepened as he looked at her. He said, "Let's have hotpot."
He remembered the last time he'd asked her to decide, she'd picked a hotpot-like meal by a stall. She had even specially added chili oil to her broth. That spicy fragrance was still fresh in his mind.
"Hotpot?" Jiang Li looked at him, slightly bewildered. "Don't you dislike that sort of food?"
Had he changed?
