Gu Qingxin brought out everything from inside, opened the lids, and said, "There's rice noodles, hot and sour noodles, mala tang, duck blood sausage, fried buns, and a bowl of special noodles."
"Why did you buy so much?" Beiming Han looked at these items, enough for five people to eat.
"I guessed you hadn't tried them, so I bought them for you to taste. These things are all quite affordable! Don't be fooled by the variety; none of them are as expensive as a dish you usually eat."
"..."
"Try them, they're really, really delicious, all my favorites." Gu Qingxin picked up a fish ball from the mala tang and offered it to him.
Beiming Han was just about to open his mouth to eat it when Gu Qingxin swiftly pulled back the chopsticks, tasted the temperature with her lips, and indeed it was a bit hot. She blew on it and then handed it back.
Beiming Han watched her careful demeanor, curled his lips, and opened his mouth to eat everything.
