Xu Pei's gaze swept over Leng Zimo's hand on Luo Xiaoqian's wrist, and she smiled, "Hey, showing off affection like this is really not cool, you know!"
"I like it." Leng Zimo didn't take the menu and began to order efficiently, "Assorted hotpot, explosive tri-mix, deep-fried meatballs..."
"Not bad, huh? Still remember my favorite dishes. This guy doesn't eat offal, get him sweet and sour meatballs and braised crispy fish... a small bowl of dumpling soup, no cilantro," Xu Pei smiled and looked at Leng Zimo, "The person who knows your taste best must be me!"
"My stomach's been uncomfortable recently, let's go for something light." Leng Zimo added a few light dishes and didn't forget to remind the server, "Also, make the dumpling soup a large portion, for the two of us to eat."
Xu Pei didn't eat that dish, so Leng Zimo's "us" naturally referred to him and Luo Xiaoqian.
Xu Pei curved her lips, "Xiao Qian, aren't you going to try the stewed dishes here?"
