"Well... okay then."
Wang Qingqing's face reddened slightly when she heard Xiao Yi insist on going to a Western restaurant. Her eyes hesitated, yet she did not counter his words anymore.
Xiao Yi was indeed correct; Wang Qingqing didn't refuse to eat Western food. Although her economic situation meant she did not often have the chance to encounter Western cuisine, she had still experienced it. When she first came to Z University, her cousin had treated her to a Western meal, paid for with his pocket money. Later, while tutoring, she had also accompanied some employers to enjoy a few such meals.
Perhaps because she seldom ate Western food, her impression of it remained quite favorable, especially some of the preparation methods she quite liked. Nevertheless, despite her fondness, she would never allow herself to indulge in it.
