Liu Sanniang smiled. "Okay, thank you."
The waiter wanted to smile at Liu Sanniang, but when Chu Yan looked at him, he did not dare to stretch his lips.
After Chu Yan and Liu Sanniang walked out, the waiter touched his head and muttered. "Why are these two people so strange? One is like a Rakshasa, and the other is like a Bodhisattva…"
Bodhisattva was naturally liked by everyone. As for Rakshasa, it was naturally hated by everyone.
On the bustling street, the morning market was very lively. Many caravans stopped and many tourists strolled around.
Liu Sanniang and Chu Yan found a stall and sat down.
There were more than ten types of breakfast alone. Liu Sanniang was a little conflicted. She wanted to eat every one of them, but she could not possibly eat so much.
Chu Yan said to the stall owner, "One of each."
Chu Yan looked at Liu Sanniang with a doting expression. "If you can't finish it, I'll eat it."
