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Chapter 512 Hot Pot Restaurant

Ye Qing stood up from the sofa, stretched, and then slowly walked towards her home.

Before Evanna arrived, she needed to change her clothes and fix her hair.

Ai Liang went to the kitchen to wash the rice and poured the chopped ingredients into the rice cooker to make a pot of stewed rice.

Tonight, Yi Zhiwei treated the two to dinner to express his gratitude.

The place he's treating us to is definitely not one of those casual, large-portion restaurants.

For most people, balancing eating enough and eating well is not a problem.

But for Ye Qing, getting a full meal was absolutely impossible.

So even if someone is treating you to dinner, you still have to cook.

Because Ye Qing will have to eat a second meal when she comes back.

Ai Liang set the timer for the rice cooker, then casually took out a hooded sports jacket from the wardrobe by the door and put it on.

After changing his shoes and locking the door, he arrived at Ye Qing's door.

The latter happened to have just changed his clothes and came out.

As winter approaches, even in Chika City, the temperature inevitably drops at night.

Ye Qing was wearing a brown turtleneck sweater and a black down vest on her upper body, and straight-leg jeans and black sneakers on her lower body. Her waist-length hair was simply tied into a ponytail and held behind her.

He looked very energetic.

This loose-fitting outfit is very slimming; just by looking at it, it's hard to imagine what kind of figure is underneath.

Ye Qing, carrying a small crossbody bag, looked Ai Liang up and down: "A Liang, you're going out dressed like this?"

After pressing the elevator button, Ai Liang put her hands in her pockets and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Of course! Just a long-sleeved T-shirt underneath and a light jacket on top?"

Ye Qing's gaze moved down to Ai Liang's legs: "You should at least change into cropped pants. Aren't your calves cold in capri pants?"

"It's not like we're going out shopping. There's air conditioning in the car and the store," Ai Liang replied dismissively.

After this power enhancement, Ai Liang herself didn't know to what extent the limits of this body had been strengthened.

Temperature is something that is no longer important to him.

Ai Liang could sense the temperature change, but it was impossible to make him uncomfortable with a temperature difference of more than ten degrees.

Whether it's thousands of degrees Celsius or tens of degrees below zero, it makes no difference to him.

If it weren't for not wanting to draw attention to herself, Ai Liang wouldn't even bother wearing this coat.

Ye Qing rolled her eyes at Ai Liang: "Whatever, you're thick-skinned and not afraid of the cold anyway."

呲呲.

Ye Qing unzipped her bag, took out her phone, and typed as she asked, "Shana just said we're having hot pot tonight and asked if there's anything else we'd like to eat. She'll have the driver buy it."

"No," Ai Liang replied immediately.

ding~~
The elevator doors opened, and Ai Liang stepped out first, followed by Ye Qing holding her phone.

"You've done such a great favor, you should at least make some requests, otherwise people won't feel at ease."

"Whether they're reliable or not is none of my business. It's not like I'm treating them to a meal to thank them," Ai Liang retorted indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qing patted Ai Liang's shoulder and sighed, "You, you."

Since things had already been said to this extent, Ye Qing didn't press the matter any further.

Facing Ai Liang, who disliked social niceties, she picked up her phone again and typed a reply in the chat: "[Please order me a main dish, like rice or glass noodles. If it's Ai Liang, add a mushroom dish. Where are you?]"

[Almost there, almost there] — Yi Wenna.

After leaving the residential building, Ye Qing stood next to Ai Liang and looked to the left side of the road.

A moment later, a black luxury car stopped in front of the two of them.

Yi Wenna, who was sitting in the back seat, immediately opened the car door and made a move to get out.

But Ye Qing, quick as a flash, grabbed her and pressed her down: "Why are you still coming down? Hurry up and move inside."

"I!"

Yi Wenna bit her lip, hesitating to speak.

After stammering for a while, he finally resigned himself to his fate and moved to the very back.

Actually, Yi Wenna got off the bus so that Ye Qing could get on first, and then she could sit in the middle.

This way, Ye Qing and Ai Liang can be separated.

However, despite all the clever plans, when it came time to execute them, the project failed before even taking the first step.

Good evening, Uncle Chen!

After getting into the car, Ye Qing greeted the driver in a cheerful tone.

The driver, who wasn't very talkative, nodded at the rearview mirror, which was his way of responding to Ye Qing's greeting.

The car, carrying everyone, arrived at an ordinary street on the outskirts of the city center.

The hot pot restaurant we're going to eat at tonight is right across from the parking lot.

Hotels and restaurants typically have grand and imposing entrances and oversized signs that seem designed to be easily seen.

But the entrance to this store is different.

Passersby might not even realize it's a hot pot restaurant unless they look closely through the window.

The shop has only one wooden door that allows only one person to enter at a time. On the wall next to the door hangs a metal sign about the size of a license plate with the shop's name on it.

At first glance, the exterior of the store looks like an unpainted red brick house from the last century, with even the windows being those rustic lattice windows with latches.

But when you take a closer look, you'll find that the surface of each brick is actually incredibly smooth; they are not rough, unprocessed bricks at all.

If you know anything about wood, you'll find that those rustic window frames are actually made of expensive mahogany.

Upon entering, you are greeted by a dining area decorated in a retro style.

The space, which is about 80 square meters, has only six four-person tables arranged in two rows. Three tables are placed near the window, and three tables are placed near the shelves.

Between each pair of tables, there is a cabinet screen separating them.

Above the central aisle hangs a row of wooden four-blade ceiling fans, which serve more as decoration than practical function.

At the end of the corridor was a row of carts against the wall, and a bronze mirror that occupied an entire wall.

Yi Zhiwei had booked a private room, and the group didn't linger on the first floor. They went straight up the stairs to the second floor.

I don't know if the owner of this place has too much money to spend, or is just a show-off and a complete idiot.

He laid a cashmere carpet on each step of the stairs.

Ai Liang thought for two seconds and decided that the owner of this shop must be an idiot.

If you had a whole carpet from beginning to end, that would be one thing, but to put it all together on one step, are you afraid that someone won't slip and fall?
After mentally ranting about the restaurant owner, Ai Liang followed Yi Wenna into the private room.

The space isn't large, only slightly larger than a typical bedroom, with a table and chairs taking up almost half of it.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his early thirties sat upright in the seat directly opposite the door.

As soon as everyone entered, the expression on his face instantly changed from somber and serious to kind and approachable.

Without a doubt, this man must be Yi Wenna's father, Yi Zhiwei.

"Hello, Uncle Yi," Ye Qing said, taking the initiative to speak.

(End of this chapter)