"And then?" Tang Yuran blinked her eyes as she looked at him, asking in a low voice.
"And then I thought... I must have lost my mind to have ordered those dishes," Gu Yu said with a smile, continuing towards Tang Yuran: "But the next time I went to a Chinese restaurant, I would order the same dishes we had before, involuntarily, as if bewitched."
Watching the smile on his face, Tang Yuran didn't know why, but a sudden sourness welled up in her heart.
"Before, Qin Jianyang used to say I was crazy," Gu Yu paused, then continued towards her: "He said I clearly didn't like those dishes, yet I insisted on ordering them. It was wasteful and neurotic. Later, I tried ordering other dishes, but those which I liked didn't bring me any happiness for some reason."
"And those dishes I clearly didn't like so much somehow made me feel very good when I ate them."
