"Are you... asking me?" Pei Yang held back a laugh. "Didn't you make it?"
Feng Wanting coughed lightly, perhaps realizing that his cooking could kill someone. "Let me take you out to eat."
"Sure..."
"What would you like? I'll have Wu Rui book a restaurant."
"Don't!"
Pei Yang had already seen how rich people ate today: a whole table of dishes, each plate holding only a tiny portion, with not just servers but a pianist and a violinist in the private dining room. He couldn't get used to being surrounded and waited on by so many people just to eat a meal.
He preferred the atmosphere of street food stalls.
"Let's just grab something by the roadside," Pei Yang said. "No need to trouble Secretary Wu."
"Then I'll get the car." Surprisingly, Feng Wanting didn't spoil the mood. Pei Yang had thought he would lecture him about how unhealthy roadside food was.
Then again, after eating his noodles, even the unhealthiest food seemed healthy.
Pei Yang kept feeling that Feng Wanting was unusually willing to do whatever he said tonight, so he made a request he considered quite unreasonable. "Can we not drive?"
If Feng Wanting drove his luxury car to a street food stall, attracting a crowd would be the least of their problems. Pei Yang couldn't afford to pay for any bumps or scratches.
"How would we get there without driving?"
"Do you have... a bicycle?"
"A bicycle?" Feng Wanting raised an eyebrow in a subtle arc.
Seeing the surprise on Feng Wanting's face, Pei Yang finally realized how absurd his request was. His brain really hadn't been working properly lately. How could Feng Wanting possibly have a bicycle at home? "Ahem, pretend I didn't..."
"I do," Feng Wanting interrupted. "It's in the attic. I'll get it."
Pei