Enna Clark still hadn't figured out the connection between the vendor's good eyesight and his compliments. The domineering man had already wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said, "Let's go, to the next place!"
"The next place..." Enna Clark's attention was diverted. She looked around, her eyes suddenly lighting up. She grabbed his hand and walked, "Right, I remember now. Here..."
Baron Lawrence was pulled to a vendor selling pineapple rice. Enna Clark pointed to the seats behind and said to him, "Baron Lawrence, you go save us a seat first. I'll buy the food. Wait for me."
"..."
It was night, the busiest time at the night market, and plenty of people were eating pineapple rice.
The few shabby tables and chairs behind the vendor had very few empty seats left.
Baron Lawrence frowned, feeling deep resistance towards the less than one-meter-high tables. But Enna was already in line to buy, so he had no choice but to walk over.
