Although Tang Yuchan didn't fully understand, it was the other person's request, so naturally, she could only agree and silently nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that demanding. Whatever you order, I'll like to eat. I'm not picky either. If you've spoken to Shen Dong, then the food you order later probably won't be too fussy."
"I don't think I'm too picky," Tang Yuchan thought carefully about the times she had dined with Shen Dong. She hadn't shown any especially picky eating habits, nor did she appear hard to please. It was all mainstream, and if anyone was picky, it was her sister, who truly made a fuss about it.
"She doesn't eat anything at all. Shen Dong must be tortured by my sister. He wouldn't possibly shift all this resentment onto Zhang Tao's shoulders. Thinking this, it seemed very likely. Otherwise, why would he say such things? It made it seem as if I was really that picky."
