"No," Grandpa Du shook his head.
With the idea of caring for the elderly who live alone in mind, and recalling Mo Qishen's advice, Ni Yang continued, "Then let's go have dinner together, I haven't eaten either."
"Okay."
Grandpa Du originally thought Ni Yang would take him somewhere fancy, but instead, she took him to an unknown food street.
In the cold weather, the food street was bustling with people and the scents of various foods mingled together; it was quite fragrant, but for someone like Grandpa Du who was accustomed to high-end hotels, it was somewhat uncomfortable, mainly because such roadside stalls couldn't possibly be very clean.
Grandpa Du glanced at Ni Yang and saw no sign of disgust in her eyes.
This person really isn't picky...
In fact, Ni Yang wasn't particular about food at all. She could be seen in high-end Western restaurants elegantly eating steak or sitting at a roadside stall eating spicy hot soup without any care for her image.
