Zhong Qing parked across the street and came over to sit down. The late-night food stall server, who had been staring a little dazedly, immediately brought over a rag, wiped the table again, and spread a disposable plastic tablecloth over it.
Providing service based on appearances was an unspoken rule in the service industry. If they felt the person before them could bring in greater profits, they were naturally willing to offer better service.
Zhong Qing was Zhu Juntang's assistant. Influenced by her surroundings, she naturally possessed an exceptionally refined air. There was always a touch of indifference and distance in her brows and eyes, and her vivid lip color was not something girls with weak features could pull off.
"I ordered five jin of crayfish and a dozen beers. Do you want to add anything?"
"I'll have fried rice noodles, with extra vegetables."
"Get an order of spicy snake, but make it mild, and two jin of garlic shrimp."
Bai Hui's expression changed slightly. She had kept her distance even from the centipede Liu Chang'an had brought; how could she possibly handle the snake Zhong Qing had ordered? That was far more terrifying than a centipede.
"Forget the snake. Bai Hui feels sick even looking at pictures of snakes." Liu Chang'an waved a hand.
He certainly liked making decisions for others. Zhong Qing had no choice but to let it go, adding another jin of garlic shrimp, a treasure crab, and an order of sea snails instead.
There was a faint hint of gratitude in Bai Hui's gaze. It seemed her relationship with Liu Chang'an really had eased somewhat.
And now that things had eased between them, he no longer deliberately made himself annoying. He even seemed rather considerate? This was probably how Liu Chang'an acted around An Nuan.