"Those little menaces in our class? None of them are as bold and audacious as you," the boy scoffed nonchalantly.
Shen Huoshui fell silent. She unhurriedly slurped a few strands of noodles, decided they tasted good, and added a bit of chili oil and rice vinegar before focusing on her meal.
When the meal was over, little was left of the other dishes, but the crispy duck had barely been touched.
Han Xu frowned. "You don't like the crispy duck here?"
"It tastes great, but it's not the kind I like," Shen Huoshui said, shaking her head regretfully.
"But you ate all of the one Li Jiachen brought from the school cafeteria."
"Who said I ate it? He ended up eating most of it himself."
Han Xu: "..."
He managed to ask, "Then... what kind do you like?"
"The kind you can't buy in stores."
Han Xu: "..."
'He suspected she was just messing with him, but he had no proof.'
"Where did you have the best crispy duck you've ever eaten?"
