"How is it?" Xia Lu looked at Zhou Mingchen expectantly, watching him put the skewer in his mouth, biting off a piece of meat and chewing slowly, taking half a day to pop out two words: "It's okay."
She was not very satisfied with this evaluation. This pedestrian street is the place students love to go most, with affordable prices and delicious food, a model of being both economical and high-quality. One of her favorite things to do when she was in university was to come here for a bite, with more than an eight-meter-thick filter.
Of course, she hoped he would like what she liked, but Zhou Mingchen just brushed her off with "it's okay."
Xia Lu was not giving up, "Try it again~" She handed the skewer back to Zhou Mingchen, "Skewers must be eaten hot to taste good."
Zhou Mingchen couldn't resist her and had to take another bite.
"How is it?"
