Soon, the dishes were served one by one. This restaurant mainly focuses on Chinese cuisine, and considering his injury, tonight's dishes were all without chili peppers.
He picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork rib and put it into her bowl, "Try it and see how it tastes?"
Ye Xinluo picked up her chopsticks, put the rib in her mouth, nodded, and said, "It tastes pretty good. Do you like Chinese food?"
"I don't like it."
Hearing this, Ye Xinluo was startled, "If you don't like it, why are you here eating Chinese food?"
"As long as you like it, that's good."
At this moment, it was drizzling outside. The restaurant was located at the top of the building, surrounded by transparent glass, offering a view of half of City Z.
The sky slowly darkened. In the night, the neon lights flickered, adding an aura of ethereal beauty to the light rain.
"Do you want to eat shrimp?" Beichen Rui suddenly asked.
