If it were anyone else, they might feel too nauseated to eat meat. However, Qin Xue was well accustomed to it and had no such discomfort. Dare she say, those who had been surgeons for a long time would not suffer so.
"I prefer lighter meals, but you can eat whatever you want," Mr. Mo didn't make his own preferences the priority, but rather respected Qin Xue's tastes.
It mostly had to do with his old age. Too oily food only upset his stomach. But in this era, a lot of people are still left wanting to even get enough to eat, let alone chase after oily foods. Therefore, Mr. Mo's preference for light meals was understandable to Qin Xue.
"Mr. Mo, let's get some beef rice noodle," Qin Xue thought there was nothing wrong with the elderly man eating beef, moreover, it would satiate her own craving as well.
"Alright." After hearing so, Mr. Mo smiled approvingly. This young woman was very considerate and made for comfortable company.
