Zhou Li was thin-skinned, so after a moment's thought, he honestly typed, "I was just sitting by Dian Lake and saw West Mountain, and it made me think of you." He deliberately didn't mention wanting to eat anything.
Hong Ran: "I'm really touched."
Hong Ran: "What does Tuanzi want to eat?"
Zhou Li: "...Wensi tofu."
Hong Ran: "She certainly has good taste. I don't even know what that dish is. I'll ask around."
Zhou Li: "It requires considerable knife skills."
Hong Ran's message arrived a short while later: "I heard Chunming is organizing a chef exchange conference recently. You're in luck; famous chefs from all over the country are gathering here. What else do you want to eat? Seize the opportunity!"
Zhou Li, whose knowledge was limited, turned to Tuanzi. "Besides Wensi tofu, what else do you want to eat?"
