"There used to be two good restaurants on the third floor here. I remember one with good seafood noodles. Let's take a look."

"Well." Zhang Han nodded with a smile, gently squeezed Ziyan's white and tender palm, and said softly: "Whatever you want to eat in the future, I will make it for you, and I will take you to taste some in the future. ...something that isn't here."

"Then I'll wait." Zi Yan smiled and pursed her lips, attracting Zhang Han's attention.