He Youran did not take Lu Qingzhuo to a big restaurant. Instead, she went to the famous food street in Rong city.
Rong city was also known as the "Food City". Every October, there would be a food festival.
The one-kilometer-long food street was filled with stalls. The stalls were old-fashioned carts with colorful signboards. The sellers were either wearing ancient clothes or other strange clothes, and the scene was very lively.
Lu Qingzhuo didn't let Pang Zhong follow him. He drove his wheelchair and walked with He Youran in the Food Street. Looking at the side of the street that he rarely came into contact with, he felt that it was very novel.
"Mr. Lu, you probably don't come to places like this very often, right?" He Youran noticed that Lu Qingzhuo was quietly looking around and asked with a smile.
"Yes." Lu Qingzhuo nodded.
"How is it? Are you nervous?" He Youran looked at him curiously.
