Song Xiyun slightly moved her gaze away, feeling a bit creeped out by his stare.
He...
"Do you want some late-night snacks?" Jiang Nian asked.
Under the streetlight.
Qianqian didn't answer directly; instead, she looked at Song Xiyun.
"Are you hungry?"
"Not really."
"Oh, then let's buy just a little." Qianqian looked at Jiang Nian, "Anyway, he's paying. If I don't take advantage of him a little, I won't be satisfied."
"Fine, fine, I must owe you from a past life." Jiang Nian was speechless, "Let's get some barbecue, there's not much else at this hour."
"Rice..." Qianqian hesitated.
"Shut your mouth." Jiang Nian pointed at her, almost laughing out loud, "You're always thinking about rice cakes, right?"
That stuff is made by soaking special rice, grinding it into a paste, and then simmering it with yellow gardenia to make something similar to rice cakes.
Qianqian is quite fond of it, especially when the broth brings out the rice paste flavor.
