"Song Lili, do you dare say you have no romantic feelings for him?"
...
Song Lili's steps hesitated for a moment, then she continued forward. The scent of cumin, pepper, salt, and charcoal-grilled skewers from a barbecue stall wafted ahead.
She walked into the stall first, with Lu Ziqing following in her footsteps.
"How many?"
"Two."
"Right this way, please. Is this folding table okay?"
"Yes, thank you."
"The skewers are in the fridge; pick them yourself. Just hand them to the chef once you're done choosing."
"Okay."
Song Lili grabbed a basket and selected some, then handed it to Lu Ziqing, "Brother Lu, see what you'd like to eat!"
Lu Ziqing took the basket, carelessly picked a few skewers, and handed them to the chef. He sat down opposite Song Lili. "Is the question that hard to answer?"
"Not at all."