Ansel thoughtfully said, "Then let's not shop, let's go somewhere else to eat."
"It's okay, I'll have to get used to crowds sooner or later. Don't worry, I'm fine."
Mo Lan insisted on shopping; she wanted to overcome her crowd anxiety. After all, she would be living alone in the future, so she needed to gradually become strong and independent.
With her insistence, Ansel had no objections, and they found a noodle shop to sit down, ordering two bowls of noodles.
They didn't eat much Chinese food, but they liked it.
They had never tried such authentic snacks before, and at first, neither of them knew how to eat them; the bodyguard had to explain what seasonings to add before they learned how to eat the dish.
After a few bites, both couldn't stop praising it, feeling the taste was very delicious.
Ansel suggested, "Aunt Mo Lan, let's eat less and just try a couple bites of each snack, otherwise we won't have room to eat more."
"Wouldn't that be a bit wasteful?"
