After lunchtime, the restaurant was not crowded and even the main hall was very quiet.
Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran chose a window seat. A waiter brought the menu over, Mo Xiuchen took it and handed it to Wen Ran, saying with a smile: "Ranran, please order."
Wen Ran slightly furrowed her brows, "I already had lunch."
"It's not for you, it's for me." Mo Xiuchen paused slightly before explaining: "As you know, I lost my memory and I don't know what I like to eat anymore."
"Alright."
Wen Ran felt a bit irritated, but she had to surrender whenever she saw his expression.
Seeing her consent, Mo Xiuchen raised the corner of his mouth in satisfaction.
Wen Ran knew what he used to like. The food arrived quickly. Mo Xiuchen looked at the dishes on the table with a creased smile and softly said, "Ranran, have some too."
