The two casually picked a restaurant near the school.
It was well past mealtime, so the restaurant was almost empty.
As they entered through the front door, the owner looked up with a smile, about to ask "What would you like to eat?" but got interrupted by an indifferent glance from someone. The owner even took out a piece of paper and meticulously wiped down the table and chairs where the two settled.
Then he handed them the menu.
Jiang Fulai was different from Jiang He; he truly didn't care about where or what he ate—as sometimes they just lived on steamed buns while working nonstop in the lab.
Browsing the menu, he casually picked out three dishes.
He had no preferences or favorites; the choices were all tailored to Bai Lian's tastes. For Jiang Fulai, spending time on eating and entertainment was a waste, but this was also the first time he bothered to remember someone else's preferences.
It was a peculiar experience.
