"Great, I haven't had dinner yet," Lin Yan agreed very readily.
Lin Xue was slightly surprised. Was Lin Yan taking the wrong medicine?
Lin Yan was slow to warm up and didn't like to join in the buzz. In the village, when a family butchered a pig and invited people for a meal, a lot of people would come, but Lin Yan was nowhere to be found.
She would rather stay in her room and not come out; all this hustle and bustle had nothing to do with her.
So Lin Xue had always felt that Lin Yan coming to Hai City was a mistake. Her personality didn't fit; she couldn't struggle or compete, was not sociable, and was timid.
In Hai City, the outcome for such a person would be to struggle for a while and then return home in defeat.
Chen Zhuohuang smiled, "Ten kilometers away, there is a roast goose restaurant, a Michelin two-star place. We could try it out."
