***
Qiao Chutian spoke directly.
Mai Xiaomai paused for a moment.
Indeed, she couldn't be too capricious, always asking Qiao Chutian to compromise for her; she needed to also consider his feelings in her actions.
She awkwardly handed the stinky tofu back to Wang Chao, "Sorry, my husband has a cleanliness obsession, I have to give up this delicious treat."
"No worries, just come find me when you want to eat. But I'm a mobile vendor, so I might not be here next time, though generally, I stay around these few streets."
After saying this, Wang Chao took out his phone and asked for Mai Xiaomai's number.
Mai Xiaomai told him.
He dialed, and Xiaomai's phone rang.
They exchanged phone numbers.
"Mai Xiaomai, I've been here for so long and still haven't met any old classmates from A City. Meeting you now, I'm really happy. You know, I really admired you in elementary school. Tomorrow night, I won't be setting up my stall, how about we have dinner together? It'll be my treat, okay?"
