Half an hour later, at a local restaurant on the pedestrian street, Yang Yifeng and You Libing were sitting at a table, relishing the rustic, home-style dishes.
However, unlike Yang Yifeng's uninhibited enjoyment, his companion You Libing appeared much more refined and… much more reserved.
"What's wrong, don't you like the food?" Yang Yifeng, noticing that something was off with You Libing as they ate, looked up and asked.
"Ah? No… no, it's really tasty!" Caught by Yang Yifeng's question, You Libing suddenly felt a bit awkward. She picked up her chopsticks, grabbed a piece of pork belly, and put it in her mouth. But as she chewed, she couldn't help but sneak a glance at Yang Yifeng.
That glance was caught by Yang Yifeng!
Seeing him smiling at her, You Libing's face suddenly flushed to her earlobes.
"See, I told you there's something on your mind. Come on, what is it?" Yang Yifeng set down his chopsticks and chuckled softly.