What surprised Qin Yize was that among the dishes ordered, one was his favorite, and another seemed to be Qiaoqiao's favorite.
They had never been to a Sichuan restaurant before.
How did Qiaoqiao know that his favorite was the spicy fried pork with salt right in front of them?
Could this be what they call a telepathic connection?
So Gu Qiaoqiao didn't even ask for his opinion.
She just ordered three bowls of rice and two dishes and one soup.
Considering his appetite, he indeed needed two bowls.
After all, he was a big guy.
"The taste of this Sichuan restaurant is really good." Qin Yize's eyes were deep, and suddenly he asked inadvertently, "How did you know that I like this spicy fried pork with salt? It seems like our first time at a Sichuan restaurant, right?"
Gu Qiaoqiao hadn't minded it initially, but upon hearing Qin Yize's words, her heart skipped a beat.
She stared blankly at the dish, yes, it was their first time together at a Sichuan restaurant in this lifetime.
