"Let's go, I'll take you to eat Sichuan cuisine."
After Tang Yan finished speaking, Jin Mo asked in surprise, "Are you sure?"
He nodded his head, his lips curling into a meaningful smile.
The two went straight to a nearby famous Sichuan restaurant, where the owner had reserved a private room for Tang Yan. Upon entering, they were greeted with the restaurant's vibrant decor and the enchanting aroma unique to Sichuan dishes.
Jin Mo grabbed the menu, quickly pointed out several specialties, all in extra spicy, and slyly smiled at Tang Yan, saying, "It's not too late to admit defeat now."
"How will I know if I don't try?"
Hearing his arrogant words, Jin Mo mocked him in her heart, thinking there would be a time when he'd be crying and begging for mercy, but for now, he was putting on a good front.
Soon, the table was filled with dishes, all of them bright red. Jin Mo signaled for Tang Yan to start eating.
