Su Lu was probably truly affected by the alcohol because Bo Jingshen noticed that her reactions seemed somewhat dull after he finished speaking.
There was silence for several seconds; it was as if she had just processed what he had said.
Her voice was soft again, with a bit of nasality, sounding muffled, "What's there to eat?"
"Fish, pumpkin cakes. Zhao Xiaole said you'd like them," Bo Jingshen said.
Another few seconds of silence passed before Su Lu softly spoke, "Hmph, he's lying. I don't like them at all; that's all stuff he enjoys."
Bo Jingshen couldn't help but smile, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his lips.
"What do you like then?" he asked in a low voice.
Su Lu rubbed her nose, "Spicy crayfish, but I can't peel them properly, and the oily hands are really annoying."
"I'll peel them for you." At this moment, Bo Jingshen was in no hurry to talk to her.
