"Hello, Chen Chencheng, right?"
Chen Chencheng looked up at Li Qing, her big eyes moved slightly. She stood up, quickly scanning him from head to toe, and then extended her hand, "Yes, and you're Li Qing?"
"I am."
Li Qing nodded, shook hands with Chen Chencheng, and then they both sat down after ordering their meal.
Chen Chencheng went straight to the point: "Can I just get straight to it?"
Li Qing, who was just scalding some tripe, nodded without any surprise, "Please, go ahead."
"Do you have a car?"
"...The bike chain broke a while back, I just left it in the rental room and haven't moved it since."
Li Qing answered casually, all his attention focused on the tripe caught between his chopsticks.
Hmm, it should be ready now. When eating tripe, it should be crispy, seven to eight dips are just right.
He scooped out the tripe, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in his mouth, revealing a hint of satisfaction.
Not bad.
