Lan Jiaojiao didn't see Qin Yi and walked straight to the table in the corner, putting down the medical box.
"Jiaojiao, shall we go somewhere nicer to eat? The environment here is really poor and unhygienic." The young man frowned, dissatisfied with the shop's surroundings.
"We need to fill our stomachs and get back on the road. When you're out, you can't be so particular. If you mind, go find a better restaurant yourself," Lan Jiaojiao said lightly, then shouted to the busy boss in the kitchen, "I'll have a fried noodle."
The young man said, "You're just eating that? At least order a few dishes. Even when you are out, you shouldn't mistreat your stomach."
"I'm not as pampered as you, just being full is enough. Besides, we still need to hit the road, no time to waste."
The young man looked helpless, turned around and shouted towards the kitchen, "Boss, another serving of fried noodles."
