"Not bad," Xu Qingfan nodded, his words slightly slurred.
Anyway, he didn't get that toe-curling delicious feeling. If he had to compare, Xu Qingfan still thought the lychee wood roasted chicken tasted better.
After spending two days together, Wu Lingyu had also lost her initial shyness. She didn't need Xu Qingfan's help and rolled the Peking duck herself.
"Where are we going to play in the next few days?" Having stayed in Yanjing for two days, Xu Qingfan unconsciously started speaking with an erhua accent.
"The usual places, Forbidden City, Great Wall, Tiananmen Square, Yihe Garden... It's actually good since there are fewer tourists in winter, which is convenient for taking photos," Zhong Wenqing listed the attractions of Si Jiu City with her index finger. Given a choice, she'd rather stay in bed and sleep in the harsh winter.
