While driving, Liang Chen asked, "Hotpot?"
Jing Haohao shook her head, "Hotpot easily causes internal heat."
"Nanjing cuisine?"
"We had it just yesterday."
"Cantonese cuisine?"
Jing Haohao shook her head again without saying a word.
"Beijing cuisine?"
"Hangbang Cuisine?"
"Crayfish from the south of the city?"
Liang Chen asked a series of questions, but the normally easy-going Jing Haohao found a fault with each option. In the end, she turned to him and said, "Liang Chen, you sure are something. We've been selecting a place to eat for a while, yet you haven't managed to pick one I like."
Liang Chen, who was being teased, still had a faint smile on his face. He smoothly turned the steering wheel and asked, "So what do you want to eat?"
"Anything."
...Liang Chen was silent for a while, and then continued to suggest a few restaurants.
