"Oh, you young people in love, always so affectionate."
At the hotel front desk, the curly-haired middle-aged woman smiled broadly at Li Jing and Zhou Li after returning their deposit: "So, how was the breakfast place I recommended?"
"Yes, it was quite delicious."
This time, Zhou Li didn't deny the woman's description of them as a couple. Instead, she nodded sweetly: "It's the first time I've had noodles like that, it was quite interesting."
When they left in the morning, Zhou Li had asked the woman about local breakfast spots, and following her recommendation, they indeed found a nice place.
"As long as you liked it, I'm happy."
As she spoke, the curly-haired woman suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly turned around to retrieve a small glass jar from the cabinet: "Oh, hold on, hold on, I find you two quite pleasing. I have a jar of homemade sauce, goes great as a dip, and I'll give it to you."
"This?"
