Xia Bing reached out and took the empty paper box from her hand, placing it into the trash bag in front of her, "Hmm, do you want to eat Chinese food or Western food?"
"Either is fine, I'm not picky." After eating that piece of cake, Tang Anzhi's stomach felt much better.
Xia Bing was about to say then let's go for Chinese food when her phone suddenly rang, and the car automatically fell silent.
Xia Bing looked at the number and then answered the call, her voice crisp, "Mom, what do you need? I'm about to go eat with a friend."
As soon as Mrs. Meng heard the word 'eat,' her eyes sparkled with excitement, "Is it Qianqian and the others? Why don't you all come home, and I'll cook for you? My cooking has improved a lot recently, and it would be great for you to come over and taste it." Without anyone to taste, she wouldn't know just how much her cooking had improved.
