At this time, the sky had gradually darkened, and the view had become hazy and grey.
Qin Jin invited everyone to dinner.
Mr. Song and Mr. Zhao felt embarrassed, having been treated to two meals in the car; they could not keep imposing for food.
Unable to persuade them otherwise, Qin Jin parted ways with them and led Li Qiao into a restaurant.
Glancing over the menu, they ordered a serving of pickled fish, a serving of homestyle tofu, and a bowl of rice.
The northern dishes were served in large bowls, and the huge portion of pickled fish left Qin Jin dumbfounded, but a quick check of the menu reassured him that the price was correct.
Li Qiao had heard long before how incredibly delicious the restaurant's dishes were.
Now eagerly tasting them, she found the fish both tender and spicy.
After eating two big bowls of rice, she set down her chopsticks, rested her chin on her hands, and waited for Qin Jin.
"Finished eating?"