Ouyang Nuannuan took it, nodded slightly, and said a soft thank you.
The outer layer was almost done, and honestly, she could eat it raw.
But she felt there was no rush, so she grilled it slowly and ate slowly.
The lamb was indeed delicious; with one bite, she could tell it was fresh lamb. The owner hadn't lied to her.
Ouyang Nuannuan ate the meat and drank wine, her hearty nature starkly contrasting with her delicate little face.
If she sat there quietly without speaking, everyone would think she was a gentle, demure young lady.
The people dining around her couldn't quite believe it when they saw Ouyang Nuannuan fiercely eating a leg of lamb by herself.
When Ouyang Nuannuan finished and went to pay the bill, she realized it wasn't even nine o'clock yet.
She had been eating and drinking slowly, so why did time pass so slowly?
