Tangya took the initiative to ask Luofeng's opinion for the first time. "Luofeng, do you think it's okay?"
Naturally, Luofeng felt a bit flattered. "I can eat Sichuan food, so of course, there's no problem. I often eat it over in Shu City; I've almost forgotten what Shanghai's dishes taste like."
So? Did I just pass the first test from my mother-in-law?
...
In the canteen of Jing No.2 University, specializing in its Sichuan cuisine series, Bai Ningbing gestured for Luofeng to help carry the dishes while Tangya went to find them a table.
"Oh right, Luofeng, you saw I gave my mom the LV dress you bought me. Are you angry with me?" Bai Ningbing asked.
I'm very angry, Luofeng thought. Very angry. Isn't this a setup? That whole situation was toxic. Thank goodness Tangya is open-minded; my Good Feeling Degree only held at sixty instead of dropping into the negatives. Otherwise, things between Bai Ningbing and me would probably be at a hellish difficulty level.
