Old Man Packing
Qiao Yunxue didn't even have time to refuse before the waiter had already brought over a bowl of hangover soup.
"Yún xuě hē yī kǒu." She had two cups of red wine, drinking this soup won't hurt.
Under Quan Jian's gaze that brooked no refusal, Qiao Yunxue could only throw back her head and down the drink. After finishing it, Qiao Yunxue rubbed her belly: "Full..."
This big bowl of soup was enough for her dinner.
Rong Qian gazed at her unflappable movements, his eyes flashing: "I'll test it out, see if this hangover soup is effective or not."
"How do you test it?" Qiao Yunxue asked curiously with sparkling eyes.
Rong Qian nodded and slowly placed a chopstick horizontally on the table: "What did Yunxue tell you this is?"
If she could say the word "one", he would smoothly say that she was already awake.
Qiao Yunxue smiled and glanced at Rong Qian: "Rong Qian, isn't this a chopstick?"
"It's not chopsticks." Rong Qian remained calm and waited to see how the drunk woman would react.
Qiao Yunxue smiled, her eyebrows curved: "Mr. Rong is drunk, he can't even recognize a chopstick..."
"I'm just looking at a word. Yunxue is indeed drunk." Rong Qian slowly raised the corner of his lips, focusing on her reaction.
"What is the character ""?"
Qiao Yunxue blinked her eyes - isn't that so, a horizontal chopstick is just like the character "one".
"You're cheating!" Qiao Yunxue was furious, her face flushing bright red.
A low and humble laughter rolled out.
Qiao Yunxue looked at Rong Qian with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, but he remained calm as usual. What an incomprehensible man!
She muttered: "Eat."
She had a bellyful of hangover soup and only ate a little rice, sitting there quietly sizing up Rong Qian.
He eats with a moderate pace, as if he has mastered the art of healthy eating, and will never suffer from stomach problems in his life. His movements are gentle and elegant, not like those of a company employee, but rather like those of a profound scholar.
If he wore glasses again, he wouldn't just look like a philosopher, but also a literary man. Unfortunately, he was only an employee of a real estate company...
Qiao Yunxue was secretly sizing herself up, but Rong Qian pretended not to notice and slowly savored the delicious food. Only after finishing did he slowly pull out a paper towel, wipe his mouth clean, and then stand up: "Let's go home."
Split the bill, AA consumption system. Qiao Yunxue rushed to pay for her own dishes, and the rest were divided equally.
He cast her a profound and meaningful glance.
Qiao Yunxue muttered: "The dishes I ordered were actually all finished by Mr. Rong."
"You ordered better dishes than I did."
It's a bit warm without temperature, Qiao Yunxue's face turned red. Alas, he is a magnanimous gentleman, and she is a difficult woman recognized by Confucius...
But he actually packed his bags.
It's really a thing that only a scoundrel would do! To come to this kind of restaurant and ask for takeout, how embarrassing! Qiao Yunxue covered her face. Looking through the gaps between her fingers, she saw that the man wearing a tie and white shirt was standing upright, solemnly waiting for the service staff to pack his food.
"Please don't tell anyone that we're married." Qiao Yunxue's face turned red as she muttered, "It's so embarrassing... Mr. Rong is really short on money, I'll think of a way to help you..."
"What's embarrassing about packing?" The old lady behind couldn't help but say, "Girl, you're lucky to have such good fortune. If you really marry someone who throws money around like dirt, you won't even have time to cry."
"Ah----" Qiao Yunxue was stunned. Rong Qian's face was deceiving, and even the old lady helped her.
In her excitement, she knocked something over with her hand.
The carefully wrapped dish fell to the ground and was ruined.
Qiao Yunxue smiled awkwardly: "Sorry..."
"Now Cloud Snow's midnight snack is gone," Rong Qian said.
Qiao Yun's eyes flashed with anger. It turned out that Rong Qian had packed her lunch because she hadn't eaten much.
