The corners of Feng Qing's lips curled up as she continued to look at the menu in her hand. She was very puzzled why Xing Yue had such a tacit understanding with her that even their orders were the same.
In order to avoid the awkwardness of having telepathy, she directly turned to the last page of the menu. After taking a few glances, she confirmed what she wanted to eat.
So she said the name of a dessert. "Red velvet cake."
Xing Yue smiled and raised two fingers. "Give me two. I want a red velvet cake too."
The waiter's eyebrows twitched. He felt that Xing Yue was getting better and better at answering. After the two of them ordered, the waiter shifted his gaze to Netherworld.
"May I ask what you want to eat?" The waiter asked tentatively.
