Forget it, I won't argue with him anymore.
Lin Xinlan picked up a spoon and ate one, finding the taste to be very good, even better than her grandmother's cooking.
She revealed a satisfied smile, and Rong Shaoze, seeing this, understood inside that bringing her here to eat was the right choice.
"For the two of you, how about taking a picture? It's ten yuan each, to commemorate the Qixi Festival," a man in a clown costume came over with a camera, smiling as he spoke to them.
Rong Shaoze gave him a glance, his tone indifferent, "I don't take pictures."
Lin Xinlan's eyes flickered slightly as she hurriedly spoke, "Let's take one, the environment here is quite nice."
"You want to take one?" Rong Shaoze asked with puzzlement.
Lin Xinlan, plucking up her courage, nodded, "Yeah, I haven't taken photos for a long time. If you don't want to, I can take one by myself..."
The rest of the sentence was clearly a bit forced.
