Brat, I'm your mommy!

Chapter 33


"Please stay and finish this meal with me," he said softly.

Mai Yingxi was startled.

That person, when he said this, was cold and still, but he also made a request that was almost undetectable, almost sad.

It is impossible to refuse.

She looked up at this surprisingly large revolving restaurant, the starry sky above her head was still there, and the people were in it, so small and lonely.

A person, in such a big restaurant, with candles shining, no matter how rich the food is, it is probably lonely.

Mai Yingxi suddenly remembered that she had prepared a table full of dishes countless times, on her father's birthday, on various festivals, on the first snowfall, on the vernal equinox, on the winter solstice, but in the end, there was only one person Watching the TV, silently playing with chopsticks.Mecca never came home, and even when he came back, he was drunk and in the mood of losing money, and had no intention of eating at the same table at all.

Growing up like this, Mai Yingxi was actually lonely and hated the loneliness of eating alone.

"Okay." She turned around and smiled brightly in the direction of the stranger, "Thank you in advance for your hospitality."

The man seemed to be stunned, not sure if he was surprised by her refreshing answer or because of her smile.

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Mai Yingxi turned back from the door, and there was a waiter pushing the dining cart, who came over there in turn.

The candles were still flickering around, but Mai Yingxi noticed that the dining table by the window was surprisingly long, with prosperous and beautiful flowers in the middle. She bypassed the piano stand in the middle of the lobby and walked to the table from the other side. opposite.She raised her head, reflecting the starlight and candlelight, through the gap between the flowers, she was about to see the person in front of her, but the person had already lowered her head, picked up a knife and fork, and said lightly: "New Zealand steak, no I know if it suits your taste."

He bowed his head like this, and was blocked by the big petals. Mai Yingxi couldn't always stare at others. She also lowered her head to look at the dinner plate in front of her: it was just a short time, and she was already in front of her. Filled with dishes, the variety is so rich that it feels like a private buffet.

"I'm never picky eaters..." She replied with a smile, picked up the same steak as his, and ate a small piece with great interest, "It's delicious, thank you."

The man did not respond, but the waiter had already brought a glass of red wine in time.

Only then did Mai Yingxi realize that eating steak should be accompanied by wine.

She had just been drunk once, and knew that it was best not to touch wine, but she had already picked out steak, so refusing red wine now was a bit nondescript after all.

After a little hesitation, Mai Yingxi still took it.

"If you don't feel used to it, you don't have to drink it, you can do whatever you want." The person over there seemed to see her struggle, and gave a very timely reassurance.But the tone is still indifferent, just like the moonlight outside the glass window.

"It seems a pity not to drink the 89 red wine." Mai Yingxi tilted his head to look at the year on the bottle, and exclaimed in a proper manner.


(End of this chapter)