Reborn in 2000: I just want to love a few people properly.

"What are you two talking about? You seem so happy." Xu Bo teased the two of them as soon as they came in.

Zheng Wan'er covered her mouth and said, "I just found out that your friend has been practicing martial arts since childhood. No wonder he can take on ten people at once."

"He also said that you learned all your wild, unorthodox punches from him."

Xu Bo grinned, showing his big teeth, and walked up to Du Qinglong, slapping him hard as he spoke.

"If this were ancient times, you'd be lucky to have a disciple like me."

"Why?" Du Qinglong asked, puzzled.

"What apprentice can take his master out to eat every day?" Xu Bo returned to his seat, picked up his chopsticks, and took a few more big bites.

Du Qinglong thought about it carefully and realized that it was true. It was only the second day since he enrolled, and he had already eaten two meals from Xu Bo.

Although he didn't treat us, we were able to eat here because of his influence. Back in our hometown in Northwest China, this meal might cost the whole family a week's living expenses.

But Du Qinglong didn't feel unworthy at all. He was still young, his body was still young, and his ideals were still rich. He always thought that he could achieve something in the future.

What's the big deal about just one meal, no, two meals?

But when Du Qinglong looked up at Xu Bo the next moment, he seemed a little dazed.

Yes, it's only the second day, and I've already gotten into a fight over this person whose name I've only known for two days.

I met the most beautiful girl from Northeast China that I have ever seen in my life, and I also met a feisty girl from Sichuan and Chongqing. I was even able to joke with her a few times.

"Life is truly unpredictable..."

Seeing Du Qinglong's expression, Zheng Wan'er suddenly covered her mouth and laughed.

"What are you pretending to be so profound for? You can't even fake it properly."

Du Qinglong was rubbing his chin with one hand, his eyes vacant, and anyone who saw him would find him unfathomable.

"Ignore him, he messed up his brain when he was a kid," Xu Bo joked, pointing to his head.

Not only Zheng Wan'er, but even He Yimei, who was usually so icy, started to smile.

"Want to watch a movie later?" Xu Bo asked Zheng Wan'er after they had finished eating and drinking.

After thinking for a moment, Zheng Wan'er shook her head and refused, saying, "Never mind, I'd better not go. The base materials my mother mailed to me have arrived, and I should go pick them up."

"The broth? Can I try some?" The Sichuan and Chongqing style hot pot broth is spicy, numbing, and fragrant, with a rich and delicious flavor.

In an instant, the knot of confusion about starting a business in Xu Bo's head seemed to have found its end.

"Of course! My family makes our own base sauce. If you like it, I can supply it anytime. Just ask Yimei for it."

Once the clues were connected, Xu Bo's muddled mind suddenly cleared up, and he realized which business was the most profitable and best suited to his status.

FOOD!

Xu Bo, as if he had struck gold, stood up and leaned on the table, saying with his hands on the table, "Sichuan and Chongqing hot pot is rarely seen here. If it were available, would you go and eat it?"

Xu Bo was in a very excited state at this moment, his eyes full of urgency.

"Of course I want to eat it, but I can't get the authentic version," Zheng Wan'er said.

He Yimei thought for a moment and said, "The food here is too monotonous, all of it is bland and sweet. If there were spicy food, I would choose to eat here."

Du Qinglong scratched his bald head and stammered for a while before saying, "I don't know if it will suit my taste, but as long as it's delicious, I'll go there often in the future."

After gathering the information, Xu Bo realized that he had lost his composure and sat down to calm himself down.

I admit I was a bit hasty just now. After all, if I want to open a hot pot restaurant in Hangzhou, I should go back to my dorm and ask the locals for their opinions.

"So, are we still going to watch a movie?" Xu Bo changed the subject, returning to the question he had just asked.

"If Wan'er isn't going, then I won't go either," He Yimei said softly.

"Okay, if we don't want to go, we don't have to. We can go out and have fun after military training." Xu Bo's mind was now focused on going back to the dormitory to gather opinions from all sides.

This time, Xu Bo didn't pack any food to take home. He was already quite full, so he didn't take a taxi and just walked back along the street.

Walking along the path beside West Lake, next to Lakeside Park, you'll find many elderly people sitting on benches basking in the sun.

Today is a rare good day. A gentle breeze is blowing, and the sun is not too strong. I feel warm and comfortable all over.

He Yimei and Xu Bo had somehow ended up walking behind, while Du Qinglong, rubbing his bald head, walked ahead with Zheng Wan'er. They were talking about something, but they seemed very happy.

"How come Du Qinglong is so good at winning over girls?" Xu Bo couldn't help but complain.

Glancing at the boy beside her, He Yimei said, "Birds of a feather flock together."

"What's wrong with your back?" He Yimei suddenly remembered that Xu Bo had been holding his back earlier and asked.

Pretending to be hesitant, Xu Bo spoke calmly after a long pause.

"Do you still remember the day you went back to No. 3 High School to pick up your acceptance letter?"

"I remember, so what?"

You bumped into me that day.

"No way, how could that be?" He Yimei suddenly turned her head to the side, looking at Xu Bo with shock in her eyes and asked.

Xu Bo shrugged and didn't say anything more, which made He Yimei feel a little embarrassed. She didn't expect that a joke from back then would make Xu Bo still not feel better.

Do you remember the night you confessed your feelings to me?

He Yimei's voice was very soft, and Xu Bo couldn't hear her clearly, so he asked, "What did you say?"

"Are you up to something again?" He Yimei changed the subject abruptly.

"Yeah, I want to open a hot pot restaurant. Do you know what a four-compartment hot pot is?" When it came to his professional field, Xu Bo immediately started talking non-stop.

"There are four soup bases: spicy, clear broth, tomato, and all sorts of other soup bases available."

"And you can also get a manicure, and relax and unwind."

"They also offer hand care and shoe shining services."

"There's a chess and card area, as well as snacks, plum juice, and fruit."

As He Yimei watched the boy talking non-stop, a different emotion appeared in her eyes. She always felt that there was a kind of energy in this boy, and a kind of confidence that always supported his body.

It's as if he was born to be the protagonist; if this world were a novel, he would undoubtedly be the chosen one.

Xu Bo fell into his old habit again. When he was concentrating, he would always ignore the people around him. So he didn't see He Yimei stop and stand still. He just kept walking forward and didn't notice that there was no one around him.

"Tell me your opinion on this idea. Would these college students be willing to spend a little money to enjoy this kind of service?"

Xu Bo turned around and realized that He Yimei was gone. He turned back and saw the girl standing not far away, looking at him.

After walking a few steps back, Xu Bo said with a wry smile.

"Why aren't you leaving? What? You're getting all sorts of ideas because I'm handsome?"

For a fleeting moment, Xu Bo suddenly thought of Luo Qiaoqiao, who was far away in Harbin. He remembered that the night before he took over the arcade, she was looking at him like this by the Songhua River.