A Girl's Feelings Are Not for You to Guess

After they sat down in the restaurant, the server brought over a menu spread open to nearly a square meter. Even Liu Chang'an, with all his worldly experience, had never seen a restaurant with such an enormous menu. He could not help suspecting that the owner was some traditional, conservative old man. Back in the day, it had been fashionable to make menus this huge.

The server could only carry one such menu at a time, so she went back and brought a smaller one for Bai Hui.

Liu Chang'an felt that ordering from such a gigantic menu was a little ridiculous, so he set it aside and indicated that Bai Hui could do the ordering.

Bai Hui still asked for Liu Chang'an's opinion. Only after he nodded did she place the order. After all, if the food turned out to be terrible, he would not be able to mock her for it, since he had nodded too.

In the end, Bai Hui ordered a serving of health-preserving black tofu. There were seven pieces in total, about the same size as ordinary stinky tofu, but Bai Hui was curious why it cost 168 yuan and wanted to try it.

They also ordered farmhouse pork stir-fried with live sea cucumber. There was only one sea cucumber, sliced up, while the chilies seemed to fill a whole bowl.

Finally, they ordered Shaoyang pork blood meatballs, cured pork with winter bamboo shoots to go with rice, and a vegetable dish of sweet potato leaves. The two of them did not need to order much. Bai Hui did not eat much herself, but she believed in Liu Chang'an's stomach, which was like that of some mythical beast.

"I saw Guan Yuan's messages in our class group chat. He really is in Brazil." Guan Yuan