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Fortunately, everything went well, and Jiang Yingjing invited her to dinner again.
He Xing promptly agreed. She packed up the things on the table as quickly as possible, and took Jiang Yingjing and walked to the door.
Jiang Yingjing strode with his long legs after her. He asked in surprise, "Do you have any work? Why are you rushing?"
He Xing's footsteps slowed down. She looked at the Xiaobai running towards the direction of the infirmary. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you'd go back on our word ..."
Jiang Yingjing thought she was hungry. He asked, "What do you want to eat?"
He Xing remembered seeing him in a hot pot restaurant that day. She didn't know what to eat, but no one should hate Hot Pot, right? He Xing said immediately, "Let's eat hot pot! If your throat is feeling uncomfortable you could eat Sanxian hot pot. I know you're surely thinking of eating hot pot."
Jiang Yingjing nodded: "When you say this. I really do... How do you know?"
He looked at her suspiciously. He Xing’s scalp was numb. She smiled: "Because who doesn't like hot pot..."
The hot pot restaurant is very lively. He Xing chose the seat by the window. She hoped the murderer could see that she was on a date with Jiang Yingjing! The woman hasn't given up yet, and she certainly doesn't believe she can catch up with Jiang Yingjing that easily!
Look! Jiang Yingjing, who refused me every day, offered to invite me to dinner. What great progress!
He Xing opened his eyes to the maximum, staring out of the window. Her eyes were filled with excitement.
She was communicating with the murderer in this pattern.
Jiang Yingjing asked doubtfully: "Are you mimicking Mr. Bean or what?"
He Xing turned to Jiang Yingjing, her eyes were shining with happiness: "I am so excited to eat with the male god. Sorry."
"Why are you exaggerating?" Jiang Yingjing glanced at the menu on the table. "What do you want to eat, just order okay!"
He Xing hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time. When she came to the hot pot restaurant, she was genuinely happy.
Jiang Yingjing's hand was injured, so He Xing, without hesitation, took the responsibility of ordering food. She skimmed over the menu quickly. She begins to write her order. Ten seconds later, she unfolded the menu in front of Jiang Yingjing: "Do you want to add anything else?"
Jiang Yingjing looked at the variety of dishes marked with a check on the menu. They included mild-taste mandarin duck pot, beef roll, tender streak, crispy meat, mao du, Aorta, crab roe stick, Mushrooms and potatoes. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was: "No need to add anything. You have ordered all of my favourites..."
He Xing smiled sweetly: "Who let me know you?"
Jiang Yingjing shook his white gauze hand with a regretful tone: "I could have eaten, but you wrapped my hands like a mummy. If what you order is what I hate, I can sit here and watch you eat."
He Xing handed the menu to the waiter and said to Jiang Yingjing: "I said I can feed you, don't be embarrassed."
Jiang Yingjing did not hesitate at all and immediately refused her: "No need."
The dishes were served one by one. The Mandarin duck pot was already boiling. He Xing added some ingredients to the pot. Soon, the beef rolls changed colour. He Xing, afraid that it would lose its flavour, quickly reminded Jiang Yingjing: "You can eat it!"
Jiang Yingjing held brand-new chopsticks with stiff fists and stirred them in the pot.
One minute, two minutes ... five minutes, ten minutes...
He missed a piece of meat, and chopsticks fell into the pot in the middle!
Jiang Yingjing pretended to be calm: "What are you looking at me for? You eat first, I'll exercise my fingers. "
He Xing really couldn't bear it. She picked up a beef roll from the pot, stretched her arm and put it into Jiang Yingjing's bowl. "You do not have to be shy. If you keep doing this, you won't get meat even when chopsticks are cooked."
Jiang Yingjing was stubborn: "No, I will."
He has always pursued perfection. His homework was excellent, and his ECA was also great. As long as he wants to do something, he can certainly do it! With such determination, Jiang Yingjing's expression gradually became serious. He held chopsticks, seized the opportunity, and stuck them on a piece of crisp meat, which was the first piece of food caught by Jiang Yingling. He Xing couldn't help clapping for him.
Don't know if it was because the applause shook the air; the crisp meat on Jiang Yingjing's chopsticks fell into the pot again, splashing some spicy oil. Jiang Yingjing stared at the empty chopsticks. After a while, he put down the chopsticks: "I am not eating."
Why is he so cute! He Xing thought about Jiang Yingjing's typical grim cold appearance and couldn't help laughing.
"I'm to blame. I can not help but clap. If you try again, you can do it. "
"I'm not hungry." Jiang Yingjing averted his face, looking everywhere but the piece of meat floating on the hot pot.
"The money has been spent, the dishes have also arrived. It would be a waste if you did not eat." Noticing that Jiang Yingjing was vacillating, He Xing continued, "I am really embarrassed to eat hot pot alone. You can accompany me to eat." Her voice was sweet and soft in a cutesy manner.
Jiang Yingjing was silent for a moment and then took the chopsticks: "Then you stay away, don't get burned."
This meal, Jiang Yingjing has been fighting with chopsticks, and He Xing has been peeking at him. Not to mention how sweet it was.
When she was in a good mood, she had a great appetite. He Xing ate a lot until her belly became round. She patted her belly contentedly.
Jiang Yingjing was the only one who ate very little, less than one-tenth of He Xing. When he checked out, he couldn't open the fingerprint password with his hand, so he had to enter the digital password painstakingly and finally made a smooth payment. He Xing was considering whether he can ask Jiang Yingjing to send her home and have more opportunities to get along, but he heard Jiang Yingjing say, "Go back quickly, you won't be able to wash up if it's late."
He Xing felt cold. As Jiang Yingjing lowered his head, he saw that her clothes were full of oil spots. Her white shirt turned into a dotted shirt. Thinking of the tender beef, crisp meat, potatoes that fell from the chopsticks in Yingjing... The red oil splashed in the pot had dyed her clothes. Although the amount was minimal every time, the oil dots were tiny, which was not noticed by her, but many little makes a mickle...
It's so ugly! Her image!
It seems that eating hot pot was not a good choice!
Jiang Yingjing saw her face full of remorse. His tone sounded apologetic: "I didn't see it then, and spilled so much oil on you. Did you get burned?"
"It's okay, you didn't mean it, your hand was hurt, it was because of the wound."
"If it is not clean, I will buy you a new one."
"No, no, this is an old shirt, and the size is not suitable. I have long wanted to throw it away." He Xing quickly comforted Jiang Yingling. The clothes are small things. Anyway, when she woke up, her clothes were clean, and she didn't have to wash them at all. "We won't eat hot pot next time."
Jiang Yingjing was stunned: "Next time?"
He Xing's face is red. Does Jiang Yingjing think she wants to ask him out again?
He Xing promptly agreed. She packed up the things on the table as quickly as possible, and took Jiang Yingjing and walked to the door.
Jiang Yingjing strode with his long legs after her. He asked in surprise, "Do you have any work? Why are you rushing?"
He Xing's footsteps slowed down. She looked at the Xiaobai running towards the direction of the infirmary. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's nothing, I'm just afraid that you'd go back on our word ..."
Jiang Yingjing thought she was hungry. He asked, "What do you want to eat?"
He Xing remembered seeing him in a hot pot restaurant that day. She didn't know what to eat, but no one should hate Hot Pot, right? He Xing said immediately, "Let's eat hot pot! If your throat is feeling uncomfortable you could eat Sanxian hot pot. I know you're surely thinking of eating hot pot."
Jiang Yingjing nodded: "When you say this. I really do... How do you know?"
He looked at her suspiciously. He Xing’s scalp was numb. She smiled: "Because who doesn't like hot pot..."
The hot pot restaurant is very lively. He Xing chose the seat by the window. She hoped the murderer could see that she was on a date with Jiang Yingjing! The woman hasn't given up yet, and she certainly doesn't believe she can catch up with Jiang Yingjing that easily!
Look! Jiang Yingjing, who refused me every day, offered to invite me to dinner. What great progress!
He Xing opened his eyes to the maximum, staring out of the window. Her eyes were filled with excitement.
She was communicating with the murderer in this pattern.
Jiang Yingjing asked doubtfully: "Are you mimicking Mr. Bean or what?"
He Xing turned to Jiang Yingjing, her eyes were shining with happiness: "I am so excited to eat with the male god. Sorry."
"Why are you exaggerating?" Jiang Yingjing glanced at the menu on the table. "What do you want to eat, just order okay!"
He Xing hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time. When she came to the hot pot restaurant, she was genuinely happy.
Jiang Yingjing's hand was injured, so He Xing, without hesitation, took the responsibility of ordering food. She skimmed over the menu quickly. She begins to write her order. Ten seconds later, she unfolded the menu in front of Jiang Yingjing: "Do you want to add anything else?"
Jiang Yingjing looked at the variety of dishes marked with a check on the menu. They included mild-taste mandarin duck pot, beef roll, tender streak, crispy meat, mao du, Aorta, crab roe stick, Mushrooms and potatoes. The more he looked at it, the more surprised he was: "No need to add anything. You have ordered all of my favourites..."
He Xing smiled sweetly: "Who let me know you?"
Jiang Yingjing shook his white gauze hand with a regretful tone: "I could have eaten, but you wrapped my hands like a mummy. If what you order is what I hate, I can sit here and watch you eat."
He Xing handed the menu to the waiter and said to Jiang Yingjing: "I said I can feed you, don't be embarrassed."
Jiang Yingjing did not hesitate at all and immediately refused her: "No need."
The dishes were served one by one. The Mandarin duck pot was already boiling. He Xing added some ingredients to the pot. Soon, the beef rolls changed colour. He Xing, afraid that it would lose its flavour, quickly reminded Jiang Yingjing: "You can eat it!"
Jiang Yingjing held brand-new chopsticks with stiff fists and stirred them in the pot.
One minute, two minutes ... five minutes, ten minutes...
He missed a piece of meat, and chopsticks fell into the pot in the middle!
Jiang Yingjing pretended to be calm: "What are you looking at me for? You eat first, I'll exercise my fingers. "
He Xing really couldn't bear it. She picked up a beef roll from the pot, stretched her arm and put it into Jiang Yingjing's bowl. "You do not have to be shy. If you keep doing this, you won't get meat even when chopsticks are cooked."
Jiang Yingjing was stubborn: "No, I will."
He has always pursued perfection. His homework was excellent, and his ECA was also great. As long as he wants to do something, he can certainly do it! With such determination, Jiang Yingjing's expression gradually became serious. He held chopsticks, seized the opportunity, and stuck them on a piece of crisp meat, which was the first piece of food caught by Jiang Yingling. He Xing couldn't help clapping for him.
Don't know if it was because the applause shook the air; the crisp meat on Jiang Yingjing's chopsticks fell into the pot again, splashing some spicy oil. Jiang Yingjing stared at the empty chopsticks. After a while, he put down the chopsticks: "I am not eating."
Why is he so cute! He Xing thought about Jiang Yingjing's typical grim cold appearance and couldn't help laughing.
"I'm to blame. I can not help but clap. If you try again, you can do it. "
"I'm not hungry." Jiang Yingjing averted his face, looking everywhere but the piece of meat floating on the hot pot.
"The money has been spent, the dishes have also arrived. It would be a waste if you did not eat." Noticing that Jiang Yingjing was vacillating, He Xing continued, "I am really embarrassed to eat hot pot alone. You can accompany me to eat." Her voice was sweet and soft in a cutesy manner.
Jiang Yingjing was silent for a moment and then took the chopsticks: "Then you stay away, don't get burned."
This meal, Jiang Yingjing has been fighting with chopsticks, and He Xing has been peeking at him. Not to mention how sweet it was.
When she was in a good mood, she had a great appetite. He Xing ate a lot until her belly became round. She patted her belly contentedly.
Jiang Yingjing was the only one who ate very little, less than one-tenth of He Xing. When he checked out, he couldn't open the fingerprint password with his hand, so he had to enter the digital password painstakingly and finally made a smooth payment. He Xing was considering whether he can ask Jiang Yingjing to send her home and have more opportunities to get along, but he heard Jiang Yingjing say, "Go back quickly, you won't be able to wash up if it's late."
He Xing felt cold. As Jiang Yingjing lowered his head, he saw that her clothes were full of oil spots. Her white shirt turned into a dotted shirt. Thinking of the tender beef, crisp meat, potatoes that fell from the chopsticks in Yingjing... The red oil splashed in the pot had dyed her clothes. Although the amount was minimal every time, the oil dots were tiny, which was not noticed by her, but many little makes a mickle...
It's so ugly! Her image!
It seems that eating hot pot was not a good choice!
Jiang Yingjing saw her face full of remorse. His tone sounded apologetic: "I didn't see it then, and spilled so much oil on you. Did you get burned?"
"It's okay, you didn't mean it, your hand was hurt, it was because of the wound."
"If it is not clean, I will buy you a new one."
"No, no, this is an old shirt, and the size is not suitable. I have long wanted to throw it away." He Xing quickly comforted Jiang Yingling. The clothes are small things. Anyway, when she woke up, her clothes were clean, and she didn't have to wash them at all. "We won't eat hot pot next time."
Jiang Yingjing was stunned: "Next time?"
He Xing's face is red. Does Jiang Yingjing think she wants to ask him out again?
Food Reference:
- Mandarin Duck Pot: Hot pot with a divider, containing spicy soup on one side, mild soup on the other
- Sanxian Pot
- Aorta
- Crab Roe Stick
- Mushrooms
- Beef Roll
- Tender streak
- Crispy Meat
- Mao Du
- Except the hot pot all the others dishes are used as the ingredients in the hot pot. Hope you feel hungry after seeing these pics, cuz I am. Translating these food names are no joke, I hope I got them correctly. If you feel any thing wrong then you could leave a message in our discord group. <3
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