"It's sold out," she uncovered the pan, there was still half a pancake in it, and there was some batter left because of the drizzle, so there were leftovers she intended to sell, but it wasn't meant to be, today it seems they couldn't be sold, Jian Zhiqing's temperament is like the clothes on his body.
Calm, yet persistent.
She thought, if she kept selling, he would stay here too, but this place wasn't meant for conversation, the light rain was slightly cold, it would be better to go back.
She took the pancake out of the pan, was about to pack it up, but then seemed to remember something, lifted her face again, and gazed directly at the man's clear brows before her.
"Brother Jian, do you want to eat it?"
She pointed to the pancake on the table, "If you don't eat it, it will get cold on the way back."
Jian Zhiqing lowered his head, his gaze lingered on the remaining Conghua pancake for quite a while, but in the end, he shook his head,
"I want to eat the noodles."
