Cheng Yanqing instinctively kissed his hand, but Shen Lan cautioned him, "Alright."
"No distractions, drive properly."
...
When they arrived in the town, the streets were bustling with people. The two got out of the car – the air here wasn't as clean as the village, the scent of gasoline causing Shen Lan to cover her mouth.
Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, she turned to Cheng Yanqing, "I hate the smell of exhaust. Let's choose somewhere cleaner."
"What do you feel like eating?"
Shen Lan shook her head, indicating that she didn't know, "I don't know, …I don't know what's good to eat here."
"If you see something you think tastes good, take me there."
"I know a place." Cheng Yanqing took Shen Lan's hand and walked down the street. They drew many curious stares, but neither of them cared.
They soon arrived at a tofu store. Their specialty wasn't aged tofu, but soft, tender tofu known as tofu pudding.
Eaten with rice and dipping sauce, it was incredibly delicious.
