Su Heyuan said, "I know of an Italian restaurant that's not bad, want to try it? Jiaxin, you can dislike it, but you should be able to handle it. Otherwise, it'll be awkward if you can't join in when friends talk about Italian food."
Lu Jiaxin knew he meant well, and besides, she had grown to accept Italian cuisine. If the chef's cooking didn't suit her taste, she could simply go home and cook some noodles.
She had thought the restaurant would be empty during work hours, but to her surprise, there were quite a few customers. The two of them needed to talk, so they chose a relatively secluded spot.
This time, Su Heyuan didn't order, instead letting Lu Jiaxin do it, worried she might refuse, he even explained, "Ordering is also a skill you need to learn, so you won't be looked down upon when dining out with friends in the future."
