"What do you like to eat?" Mo Siyu flipped through the menu, having tasted Tang Yue's cooking before, but he really didn't know what she liked to eat.
Tang Yue's eyes spun playfully as she said, "Anything."
Mo Siyu understood and directly named seven or eight dishes.
'Pff~'
Tang Yue wanted to see how Mo Siyu would react to the "anything," but to her surprise, he ordered seven or eight dishes in one go.
Tang Yue quietly asked, "Is there anyone else joining us today?"
"Just the two of us," Mo Siyu glanced at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
Tang Yue's mouth twitched involuntarily, asking, "Can we finish seven or eight dishes? Isn't that too wasteful?"
Yipin Inn, though not large, was exquisitely detailed everywhere, and the prices were certainly not cheap. For two people to order seven or eight dishes, even if they were wealthy, it still seemed wasteful.
Tang Yue silently pinched her small purse, which felt somewhat thin.
