"Let's go," Zhou Mo urged.
Han Chen put down his cup and got up.
Zhou Mo held his arm and led him out of the restaurant.
Once outside the restaurant, Han Chen asked, "Where are we going?" but his gaze fell on the simple hand that was holding his arm.
Zhou Mo noticed and hastily let go of him. "Just stroll around."
Han Chen nodded. "Let's grab something to eat first."
Zhou Mo also felt hungry, but she didn't have a chance to eat the breakfast she had picked up earlier.
"I'll see what good food options there are around here," Zhou Mo took out her phone to search.
Han Chen stopped her hand. "No need to search, follow me."
Zhou Mo was half-trusting and half-doubting.
Han Chen led her to a nearby ancient-style pedestrian street, which was about ten meters wide, paved with red bricks. Almost all the shops on both sides were snack stalls, small in size but decorated in an antique style. There were plaques hanging on the doors with banners and flags.