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 stared 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, can 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 slender fingers, he scooped up the phone that Fatty Shen Nianxi was holding in 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 passing 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.