"Why have I never seen it in a restaurant?" Beiming Han was interested in the food she mentioned.
Gu Qingxin, "..."
The restaurants Beiming Han frequents are top-class, they wouldn't serve such dishes.
"These are only found in small shops, along with hot and sour noodles, spicy hot pot, duck blood vermicelli soup..." Gu Qingxin realized she was rambling and quickly shut her mouth, handed him some dishes, and said, "Master, eat your meal."
"You can take me to eat this another day." Beiming Han suddenly suggested.
Gu Qingxin temporarily froze, thinking she'd misheard. Seeing her dumbfounded expression, Beiming Han cheerfully lifted the corners of his mouth and pinched her cheek.
Only then did Gu Qingxin know she hadn't misheard. Touching her pinched cheek, she found it unfathomable, imagining him eating at such a small stall.