Li Tiezheng picked Xia Mo up below her apartment, but she did not let him bring them to the hotpot restaurant.
“Do you expect me to sit and watch you eating? I can’t eat any spicy food right now.”
“Oh yes, you’re right. This problem completely slipped my mind,” Li Tiezheng quickly changed it to a North-Eastern specialty restaurant instead. “I’m sure you’ll like this place.”
“Uh huh. I’m a genuine North-Easterner,” Xia Mo laughed and climbed into the car.
“Shal we have some braised pork with vermicelli?” Li Tiezheng got off first and then stood by the car door waiting for her.
“I want to eat double cooked pork slices too,” for a few days, Xia Mo had been having frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls. Even if Li Tiezheng had not intended on giving her a treat, she would certainly still visit a restaurant and have a good meal.