When they took the elevator downstairs, it was almost eight in the evening.
The seventh floor of the mall was mainly for dining, and after walking around, An Ying looked at her daughter, "What do you want to eat?"
There were restaurants of various cuisines, and the environment was nice.
An Yin had already scouted around and, considering that An Ying had just had surgery not long ago, suggested, "Let's have Cantonese food."
"Alright." The daughter liked spicy food, so An Ying didn't expect her to mention Cantonese cuisine.
The two of them went to a Cantonese restaurant.
The waiter led them to a window seat.
Even though it was past dinner time, the Cantonese restaurant was still quite busy.
An Yin looked at the pictures on the menu and her eyes lit up.
"If you like it, order more dishes," An Ying reminded from the side.
An Yin ordered white-cut chicken and taro pork, then handed the menu to An Ying, who flipped to the end and ordered a soup.
