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"So after reading this list, which one do you want to eat?"

Faced with Zhu Qing'an's confused look, Song Yunchu originally wanted to reply, "Eat them all," but then he thought about it, and that answer didn't seem to work.

How could she have forgotten that food should be adapted to the local customs, and the extravagant habits of the previous life should not be brought over. Modern people would not normally order a large table of food from different brands when eating a meal. The ones she reported had to go to many stores.

Even if you order delivery, you have to place more than a dozen orders.

It’s too much trouble.

So she replied: "All of the above are fine, just go to whichever one is closest."

"Then go to the square in front. There's pizza and pasta you want to eat. Just cross the traffic light and you'll be there."

"Okay."

It turns out that the delicious food in the memory of the original owner did not disappoint.

I have to be convinced by the wisdom of modern people in cooking.

On the way home after eating, the three of them passed by a milk tea shop, and Lin Xi bought three cups of poplar nectar.

Song Yunchu took a sip and his eyes flashed slightly.

The milk tea is really delicious.

Since the smell of the taxi when she woke up impressed her so much, she really didn't want to take a taxi on the way back, so the three of them took the bus instead.

Song Yunchu opened the window half way and felt the cool breeze outside the car window.

This modern means of transportation is really interesting.

After returning to the place where I lived, it was already past twelve o'clock in the morning.

"An'an, it's already so late, do you still want to go back? You shouldn't be broadcasting live this morning, right?"

"Yes, I won't go to work until tomorrow afternoon. I'll sleep with Ah Chu tonight, and I'll take a shower first."

Song Yunchu was silent as he listened to the conversation between the two people behind him.

Sleeping with others... I have never experienced this.

After all, she had no good friends in her previous life, and even if she had a few loyal subordinates, they would not get too close to her.

After Zhu Qingan took a shower, she lay down on Song Yunchu's bed.

Song Yunchu looked at the other half of the bed, hesitated for a moment, and finally sat down, leaning against the bedside and pulling out his cell phone.

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