Choices
" Thanks for the ride," Song Yan got off the car with the take-out package, she turned to look at Fu Yu Sheng in the driver's seat, sitting with a sullen expression on his face. She pouted and said with a snicker, " You don't have to act as if I have made you face a loss, now do you?"
He turned his face slightly to his right and sighed. " You told me that you were hungry but then you went ahead and brought me to three restaurants before deciding that all you wanted was spicy stir-fried octopus and some beer, don't you think that you should have told me that before?"
"I would have but like I said the mind of a woman is complex," shrugged Song Yan, placing her hands on the window of the car and poking her head inside. " I can want Peking roasted duck one moment and ma po tofu the next, there is no way you can understand what's going on in the mind of a woman."