A single sentence left Qin Feimo speechless.
For Feng Jinglei, that's indeed how it was.
Sometimes things that appear unclean on the surface aren't necessarily unclean, and things that seem clean aren't always clean.
In short, these are things that ordinary people have eaten their whole lives, and they don't seem any worse for it.
Soon, two delicious stir-fried dishes were set on the table.
Although their color couldn't compare to fancy restaurants, it had a homey taste.
Feng Jinglei, truly hungry, picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks from the holder and started eating by herself.
As a grown man, Qin Feimo likely had faster digestion than a woman; the aroma of the food made him inevitably feel hungry too.
Feng Jinglei took two bites of the dish and asked the waitress to bring over a large serving of rice, then she served herself a small bowl.
Beside her, Qin Feimo quietly watched her eat, and after a minute, he sat down across from her.
