Lu Xixin took a nap and just got up to read when she received a call from Shen Nianxi.
"Sister Xixin, have I disturbed you?" The little guy was very polite.
Lu Xixin put the phone to her ear and listened to the child's soft exhalation. She felt her whole heart soften. She fiddled with the ballpoint pen between her fingers, turned it in a brilliant circle, and asked: "Why did Xiao Nianxi call me? Is there something wrong?"
Hearing this, Shen Nianxi raised his eyes, wrapped his soft, short and fat little fingers around the phone cord, and glanced at Shen Jiayao.
Shen Jiayao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him.
Seeing that his father had no intention of leaving, Shen Nianxi walked to the other side with the phone in his hands, staying a little further away, and then said quietly and shyly: "Sister Xixin, I miss you."
Before she finished speaking, her little face turned red with shame, like a bright rose.
Turns out I missed her!
Listening to the child's innocent and sincere words, Lu Xixin felt like she had a piece of candy in her mouth, which was sweet to her heart.
She replied: "I miss you too. How about I treat you to something to eat tonight?"
"Okay!" Shen Nianxi agreed immediately, ran to his father, pulled his sleeves, and said excitedly: "Sister Xixin invited me to dinner."
Shen Jiayao glanced at his son, and with a slight twist of his well-jointed and slender fingers, he scooped up the phone that Fatty Shen Nianxi was holding into his hand.
Then, he put it to his ear and said quietly: "Asarum."
Lu Xixin felt her ears tingle as a low, magnetic male voice, like a cello, came over.
She frowned and smiled, holding the phone with her beautiful fingers. Her fingertips were so white under the bright light that they were almost transparent.
"Yeah." She responded in a low voice.
Neither of them spoke, but there seemed to be an undercurrent surging between them.
After a while, Shen Jiayao spoke:
"I know there is a private kitchen that tastes very good. I will pick you up later."
He lowered his eyes and put a slender arm on the armrest of the sofa. His cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing a slender and strong wrist. The silver watch showed low-key luxury.
"Okay." Lu Xixin nodded, her long, straight legs hanging to the ground, her beautiful phoenix eyes half lowered, with watery eyes.
The private restaurant Shen Jiayao was talking about was located in a quiet place in the busy city. It looked very ordinary from the outside and there were not many customers. When I passed by, I thought it was an unopened shop.
But when I walked in, I suddenly felt enlightened. After passing through a secluded corridor, I entered the main hall, which was filled with dining tables.
Soon a waiter came over and took Shen Jiayao's coat and Lu Xixin's bag.
Lu Xixin looked around and felt that this place was quite interesting. It was hidden in the busy city and would not be noticed if you were not paying attention.
"Why didn't you see the name?"
Shen Jiayao helped Lu Xixin move the chair, and after hearing this, he said lightly: "Gushan Restaurant."
"Gushan Restaurant?" Lu Xixin leaned on the chair with deep eyes, "The name is quite interesting."
Seeing Lu Xixin's interest, Shen Jiayao added a few words: "His family is famous for its medicinal food. It is not an ordinary restaurant and does not receive many people."
Medicinal food, Lu Xixin nodded and didn’t pay much attention.
Shen Nianxi liked this place very much. He sat next to Lu Xixin and muttered to her that he liked the pig's trotter soup here very much, it was very delicious.
The dishes here are indeed very good, especially the winter-heat cooling soup, which tastes fresh and sweet, unique and has no medicinal taste at all.
When we were about to leave after dinner, the waiter suddenly came over and said, "There are a few other guests here. The chef will be here shortly."
Chef?
Lu Xixin was a little surprised. It had always been the guests who met the chef. Because the dishes were delicious, the guests thanked the chef, but no chef had ever taken the initiative to meet the guests.
Just when she was wondering, a gentle and beautiful woman came over. The woman was very young, only in her 20s. She wore a white chef's hat on her head and tied her hair tightly so that not a single hair fell out.
However, such a tight outfit did not affect her appearance at all, but made her look a little different.
The woman didn't seem to see Lu Xixin, and her eyes fell directly on Shen Jiayao. It seemed that from beginning to end, she could only see him.
"Jia Yao." The woman spoke, her smile was gentle, like water gleaming slightly, her eyebrows turned slightly, with a coquettish and angry tone: "Why don't you say anything when you get to my side."
Shen Nianxi obviously knew this woman. As soon as she approached, she called out: "Aunt Xinyan."
"Xiao Nianxi." The woman's eyes curved into a crescent shape, "Have you missed Aunt Xinyan?"
Shen Nianxi was an honest child. Hearing this, he shook his head: "I'm sorry, Aunt Xinyan, I didn't miss you."
The woman was amused and pointed at him with great joy: "You little guy, can't you say nice things to coax auntie?"
Shen Nianxi tilted his head in embarrassment, then walked to Shen Jiayao: "Dad, I want to go to the bathroom."
Shen Jiayao turned his chair, his long legs bent, and his eyes were indifferent: "Go to the waiter brother to help you."
"No." Shen Nianxi was shy and held onto his sleeves tightly.
Shen Jiayao didn't have much patience. Just when he was about to lift him up and throw him to the waiter who came over, he met Lu Xixin's eyes.
Shen Jiayao choked on his wrist, thinking that he had treated Shen Nianxi like this, and when he regained his memory in detail in the future, he would definitely settle the score with him.
Then he put on a gentle look, nodded to Lu Xixin, and took Shen Nianxi to the bathroom.
Lu Xixin and the woman were the only two people left at the dining table.
After Shen Jiayao left, the woman sat directly on Shen Jiayao's seat, picked up the cup he used and drank a glass of water. Then she raised her eyes and looked at Lu Xixin provocatively: "I know who you are?"
Lu Xixin turned her eyes on the cup and said nothing.
The woman continued: "You are the missing jewel of the Lu family who has been missing for 18 years. Do you know why Jia Yao is with you?"
Before Lu Xixin could answer, she said to herself: "Because you are from a good background and are of the same family as him, but you have been missing for 18 years and were raised in a small family, so you are timid and don't understand the rules of a wealthy family. You have a twisted mind." I can take care of little Nianxi."
She sighed: "Speaking of which, Jia Yao is really amazing. He actually found a person like you, with the right identity and the right life experience."
These words sounded really unpleasant, as if Shen Jiayao was with her because she was weak and easy to control.
This person is really good at stabbing others softly and calmly alienating others.
But unfortunately, Lu Xixin did not accept this trick.
She lowered her head and took a sip of Sichuan Qiong soup, then raised her eyes and said in an indifferent tone: "This soup is not good."
As soon as she finished speaking, the woman was furious. She slapped her palm on the table, her eyes were burning, and she stared at Lu Xixin with a gloomy tone: "What did you say?"
"Can't you hear me?" Lu Xixin slowly put down the spoon, lowered her long eyelashes slightly, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and then said calmly: "I said this soup is not good."
Her voice was low, but because the tone was moving and extremely penetrating, almost all the guests around heard her words, turned their eyes in shock, and looked at her in disbelief.
——Some people actually say that Sichuan Qiong Soup in Gushan Restaurant is not good!