"I... never mind, I have work this afternoon. Maybe next time." Xi Wanfen said.
Ding Lecheng's gaze towards Xi Wanfen carried a certain intensity. "But you're still going to eat lunch, right? If you think eating at the restaurant upstairs takes too much time, we can grab a bite at the snack street—something quick, like street food or fast food. Doesn't that sound better?"
Xi Wanfen thought for a moment and said, "Alright, let's go for some fish noodles then. I'm actually hungry anyway. Mr. Ding, let's be quick."
After all, Xi Wanfen just considered this as a work meal.
...
Before long, they arrived at the snack street upstairs.
At this time of day, the place was crowded. The atmosphere felt like that of a work meal—unlike the awkwardness of sitting face-to-face in a restaurant.
Each of them ordered a bowl of noodles, but they had to share a table with strangers to eat. This kind of setting meant Xi Wanfen felt no mental burden at all.