In Cheng Yanqing's view, none of the restaurants out there met his standard, let alone the fast-food dishes.
Shen Lan didn't agree, "Those are all manufactured with licenses and brand labels, how can you call them junk food? If you don't like to eat these things, then how did you eat before? By cooking yourself?"
He is a single man, and the chances of him cooking are slim.
Or perhaps, before her, Cheng Yanqing had a girlfriend who lived with him and did the cooking.
But then again, she might be thinking too far ahead. Who doesn't have a past? If she was going to constantly dwell on the past here, she might as well torture herself to death!
Cheng Yanqing pursed his thin lips, "I rarely cook for myself."
"If you don't want fast food, then eat out. Next time you don't have to wait for me," said Shen Lan, giving Cheng Yanqing a look and gesturing for him to catch up.
