This Shandong cuisine experience was quite peculiar.
As the two of them left the delicate little shop, patting their round bellies, the fiery red sunset spilled across the boundless sea, resembling an oil painting.
The two exchanged a glance and then both their gazes simultaneously shifted to the four takeout boxes in Jing Yu's hands, and they burst into laughter.
"So how many points do I get?"
"What's the full score, Mr. Jing?"
"How about out of ten?"
"Then eight points," Tang Shu said, rubbing her stuffed belly, "Those takeout boxes are worth at least two points."
"So—did I pass our first date?"
Jing Yu felt that this score wasn't high, but it was a good start...
Tang Shu did not deny it, "But I have to say, that fat-reducing meal at noon was eaten in vain."
"..."
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