Yun Mo stepped back a few paces and sat down at the foot of the soft bed behind him, "Then let's go buy a few more."
Qiao Xiaon'an packed up her suitcase, "It's all your fault. If you hadn't done that last night, I wouldn't have gotten up so late. I was so flustered packing my bags that I even forgot to bring my underwear."
Forgetting about it, Qiao Xiaon'an sighed again, "After dinner, we'll buy a few more."
In the evening, Shu Run sent Yun Mo the address of the food street, and the two dressed casually to go out.
When deciding what to eat, Qiao Xiaon'an was a bit indecisive, looking at the roasted lamb leg from the roadside barbecue stands, glossy with fat, the sizzling on the grill, and the fragrance and spiciness hitting her nose.
Qiao Xiaon'an's mouth was watering profusely.
But she remembered that Amo doesn't eat spicy food or anything grilled.
So, after only a few glimpses, she took his hand and led him elsewhere.
"Amo, let's eat something else, something light."
