Song Xiang glanced at his watch, feeling crazy in his heart, and wanted to smile at the condescending man opposite.
She really couldn't understand this guy, and she looked like she was extremely disgusted with him, yet she still wanted to follow him.
The entire store was kicked out, and he didn't like coming in, so he asked her to invite her in three ways.
The outside of the store was full of bodyguards, occupying other people's territory in a mighty manner. The originally bustling store suddenly became deserted, and the two of them were the only ones staring at each other in the entire room.
The boss was a good judge of expressions. He took Yan Song a huge sum of money and wore a blinding smile the whole time. Even though Yan Han frowned and hesitated for a long time, he just ordered a bowl of clear soup wontons.
"There are some in the store, please give them to me."
Song Xiang is not polite. The money spent must be worth it.
"Okay!"
The more readily the boss agreed, the more Song Xiang sighed inwardly. You can imagine what kind of huge sum of money Yan Song spent.
Yan Han crossed his arms across his chest, raised his chin and looked at the woman opposite him, "Are you unhappy?"
Song Xiang's fake smile deepened and she shrugged, "How could it be? I'm very happy that you're treating me to a meal."
Yan Han: "Your smile is fake."
Song Xiang: "..."
She rubbed her face, leaned close to Yanhan, and whispered: "Don't you like it here too much?"
Yan Han grimaced and snorted coldly, "Which eye did you see?"
Song Xiang licked her lips, thought for a while, and said solemnly: "I can also learn to make wontons."
Yan Han raised his eyebrows, and there was a glimmer in his eyes. Does this woman want to cook it for him?
"No need, my requirements for women..."
Song Xiang raised his hand and said harshly: "Next time if you want to eat wontons, just come to me and I'll give you a 20% discount."
As she said that, she glanced outside where Yan Song was sitting, "The transfer Yan Song just made was 100,000, right?"
Yan Han: "..."
He took a breath and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.
Sure enough, this damn woman only cares about money.
"You want so much money to put it in the coffin?"
Song Xiang clicked his tongue, "Look what you said, you were born with a coffin book. Why don't you allow us to put together a better coffin board?"
Yan Han's temple twitched. He didn't want to speak anymore. If he said a few more words, he would most likely be pissed to death.
Just in time, the landlady served two dishes of side dishes first and announced the names of the dishes to them in a loud voice.
Song Xiang looked at the braised dried bean curd with her index finger wide open. When she looked up, she found Shun Han's eyebrows and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly realized that the boss lady's amazing voice was a bit deadly.
"Don't bother me. It's quite hard. We can just eat by ourselves."
The landlady said happily, saying that she was not working hard, and kept glancing at Yan Han's face.
Song Xiang suppressed her laughter, glanced at Yan Han's expression, lowered her head and stuffed dried beans into her mouth.
With a stern and cold expression on his face, his jaw tightened, he stared intently at the oil spot on the table, resisting the demonic sound in his ears with perseverance.
Finally, the landlady had enough of seeing the handsome man and left after singing.
Song Xiang laughed out loud and looked at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan, is being good-looking a burden?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Han gave her a cold warning look.
Song Xiang cleared his throat, laughed dryly, glanced around in front of Yan Han, and saw the oil spot with sharp eyes.
She quickly took out a tissue and wiped it clean, then explained: "Don't worry, I've tasted the food and it's fine."
Yan Han: "Just because you can't eat to death doesn't mean you're not dirty."
Song Xiang: "..."
Well, if I dislike you, then don’t come down.
She hummed inwardly, lowered her head and stuffed another piece of dried tofu into her mouth.
The landlady came up with two bowls of wontons and wanted to enthusiastically recommend the fillings. Song Xiang swallowed the dried tofu in her mouth and declined in a very "tough" manner.
It was finally quiet this time. Song Xiang looked at the wontons in front of him, his heart beating abnormally.
Opposite me, Yan Han only glanced down and didn't move.
Song Xiang thought for a moment and immediately discovered the crux of the problem. She put down her chopsticks and went to the kitchen door to get disposable bowls and chopsticks.
It would be great if Yan Han could sit down in a place like this. It would be really difficult for him to use dishes and chopsticks that countless people have used.
Song Xiang took a disposable bowl, scooped out a few wontons, and picked out all the chopped green onion and garlic inside.
"It's ready to eat."
Yan Han lowered his head and glanced at the bowl pushed in front of him, his expression softened slightly, and he was finally willing to show his appreciation.
He stretched out his hand, and Song Xiang quickly put the disposable spoon in his hand.
one two three……
The Emperor finally ate!
Song Xiang breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that this moment was very sacred.