Lu Yuwen smiled gently, "Alright, next time you treat me."
Su Man bit her chopsticks and thought for a moment, "… Do you prefer Chinese food or Western food? I'll ask my friends later which restaurant is good."
She wasn't very particular about food. Usually, she just ate whatever was made at home. If she were to invite someone for a meal, she wouldn't know which restaurant to choose.
Lu Yuwen said, "I'm fine with anything. What about you? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"
"None." Su Man shook her head and answered honestly, "As long as it's delicious, I love it."
Lu Yuwen chuckled, slightly lifting his chin to signal her to look at his plate, and asked, "Do you like pasta?"
"Ah, this is really good!" Su Man quickly complimented, "I don't know how you made it. This is honestly the best pasta I've ever had! My parents are used to eating Chinese food, so Aunt Zhang never makes these. Sometimes when I want a change in taste, I can't get one…"
