Sheng Youxia had already hung up the call and openly admitted it without much hesitation.
"Okay."
"We can meet for dinner sometime when there's a chance."
Thinking of Wen Zaiyi's condition, Sheng Youxia doubted it would be convenient for him, "He's been injured, maybe next time."
"Alright, let's plan for next time then."
The food stall owner worked incredibly quickly, finishing a dish in just moments and setting it on the table.
Sheng Youxia put her phone back in her bag.
"Mr. Fu, please don't touch other people's belongings without permission in the future."
Fu Shilv took a pair of chopsticks and unwrapped them.
The stir-fried dishes were rich in oil and salt but actually tasted quite good.
Xu Lin noticed Sheng Youxia trying every dish, "Do you like it?"
"I think it's really good."
As the owner served them, he overheard their conversation, "Not to toot my own horn, but I used to be a chef in a restaurant, and I have a lot of repeat customers."