The two of them ordered one dish and a bowl of rice to share. This way, they could taste it without worrying about getting too full or not finishing it. It was just right.
Jiang Ran didn't know what had gotten into her. Before she realized it, she was already sitting face to face with Pei Huai.
They were sitting across from each other, and a clay pot had already been placed on the table, containing red-braised lamb, still bubbling.
The bowl of rice had been divided into two by Pei Huai.
Pei Huai handed one half to Jiang Ran, "Eat, don't daydream. Once we finish, we can head back."
The rain outside wasn't as heavy as before. Maybe by the time they finished eating, the rain would have stopped.
Jiang Ran picked up her chopsticks and picked a piece of lamb into her bowl.
The lamb was already stewed to extreme tenderness, so tender that it split in half with a gentle pinch of chopsticks.
The sauce was thick with a rich soy aroma and was a reddish-brown color.
