Zhao Xiaojing felt a bit embarrassed and awkward now.
Going to someone's house with a person you just met, isn't that completely inappropriate?
"Old Wu, why did you come here for a meal today? This is my friend, Zhao Xiaojing, she came over here to take a look."
"There's no one at home. Too lazy to cook for myself. Decided to splurge today and eat here."
"I won't chat with you longer, otherwise it'll be gone soon.
Mr. Zhao, you sit and wait for me, will eating tofu brain be okay?"
"Thanks. I can eat anything."
Zhao Xiaojing sat at an empty table waiting for Tang Yiqing, but noticed that Old Wu kept sneaking glances at her. Was there something wrong with her? She felt a bit uneasy.
She thought she might as well buy a ticket and head back later. After all, if it were a woman, it might be a bit better.
While she was feeling apprehensive, Tang Yiqing returned with dumplings, the big steamed kind. But this was already pretty good.
