Xia Chu finished speaking, not wanting to let Huo Xiyao feel sentimental any longer.
Changing the topic again, she said, "Xiyao, I'm a little hungry, how about we find a place to eat first? I remember the tofu pudding fish at the east end of town was especially delicious, I wonder if it's still open?"
Huo Xiyao turned his head to calm himself for a few seconds, then looked back at her, "It's still open, and the business is as good as ever. It's just that the old lady who used to run it has passed away, now her daughter-in-law takes care of making the tofu pudding. I didn't expect you to remember, Chuchu. Let's go, then."
So the two of them left the house together. After Huo Xiyao locked the door, they didn't drive but slowly walked towards the east end of the town.
After all, everything around was leisurely, and being among it, they were infected without realizing it, thinking that slowing down the pace for a few days occasionally wasn't too bad.
