"No way, am I really that delicate?" Tong Ran shook off his hand and glanced out the window, the vibrant colors of the evening sky indicating that night had fallen. "Mo Nanjue."
"Hmm?"
"I want fried buns."
The man furrowed his eyebrows. "What are fried buns?"
"It's just buns that are fried a bit," Tong Ran knew he had never tried them, so she pointed toward a street not far away. "They're available in there, at a very famous old shop. You just turn in and you can buy them."
"Okay."
That place was like a night market, with no parking available, so the man had to park the car at the entrance of the street. Tong Ran held onto his arm, "I promise you'll like them too."
"Like those cold noodles last time?"
"They're definitely tastier."
