Yang PeiMin gave him a glance, inwardly nodding and saying, "Then we need to head back early later, or there won't be any left."
Shen Yiguang smiled and nodded, "Every Monday there's a mutton bone soup, and though it's just a few bones, the addition of sugarcane and yam makes it especially fragrant. On Wednesdays, it's corn cakes. While the other dishes are similar to what we make at home, there always seems to be one or two specialties that everyone flocks to, just like this place."
"Right, Minmin?" He reached out to ruffle her hair, with a coaxing tone in his voice. She had noticed that he seemed particularly fond of this gesture, a way to coddle someone like a child.
Clearly, this man was indirectly persuading her to stay here.
Yang PeiMin squinted at him, snorted, and walked past him with her head slightly raised.
Shen Yiguang shook his head with a chuckle, striding forward in two large steps to catch up to her.
They walked side by side.
