Peninsula: 72 Hours of Blind Dates

"I'll try the steak."

Picking up his knife and fork, Wu Haiyuan changed the subject.

He quickly put a piece of steak into his mouth.

An instinctive raise of an eyebrow.

It tastes almost the same as the steak I've had at Western restaurants.

Amazed by Han Xijun's cooking skills.

Seeing Wu Haiyuan eating steak, Han Xijun continued, "Everyone online says that you'll be happy if you receive roses, perfume, and a kiss all at the same time. I think that makes a lot of sense. What do you think?"

Wu Haiyuan forked a second piece of steak and said, "Sea salt? Let me try it."

As he put it in his mouth, Wu Haiyuan nodded repeatedly.

Han Xijun reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

I've already touched the envelope.

Before he could even tell Wu Haiyuan what was in the envelope, he had just taken it out and was stuffing another piece of steak into his mouth. His cheeks were round and chubby, like a squirrel that likes to store nuts.

Han Xijun smiled and said, "Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

Wu Haiyuan chewed his steak, his eyes fixed on the light blue envelope in Han Xijun's right hand.

coming.

What's meant to happen will happen eventually.

I really can't figure out Han Xijun.

He doesn't follow the rules.

The timeline is completely out of order.

Do whatever comes to mind.

Incoherent.

This is why Wu Haiyuan was caught off guard at every turn.

Is he confessing his feelings? Surely the envelope in Han Xijun's hand in this kind of atmosphere doesn't contain pocket money.

As a final gift to myself for my coming of age.

Pocket money is certainly nice.

Let me tell you something like, "Buy whatever you want," and inside the envelope is a check for 100 million h dollars.

One hundred million, Han Xijun should be able to come up with that amount.

Others definitely wouldn't be able to manage. They've only been out of school for a year and haven't even had 100 million yuan. They can barely afford rent, living expenses, and social expenses. Not counting student loans and pocket money for their parents, they're already struggling financially.

"Haiyuan"

"belch"

Wu Haiyuan was genuinely frightened.

It could be Wu Haiyuan, it could be 500 yuan, but it can't be Haiyuan, especially not right now.

Wu Haiyuan didn't dare to look at Han Xijun at all.

Holding the wine glass, Wu Haiyuan felt like he had grasped a lifeline. He couldn't let Han Xijun continue.

"belch"

Suppressing a burp, Wu Haiyuan swallowed the steak in his mouth and said, "Let's have a drink to celebrate that I'm an adult today."

Han Xijun placed the envelope on the dining table, picked up a glass of red wine with his right hand, and said, "Happy Coming-of-Age Ceremony."

Just as expected, Han Xijun didn't care about toasts or anything like that; he would definitely say the simplest and most sincere words of blessing.

unimportant.

The important thing is to distract Han Hee-joon.

They gently clinked their wine glasses together.

Both Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan subconsciously imitated the scenes of drinking red wine they saw on TV, swirling the wine glass a couple of times, bringing it to their lips, slowly tilting the glass, and taking a small sip.

The memories are conflicting.

Wu Haiyuan remembered that red wine didn't taste like this.

This isn't sweet at all. Wu Haiyuan had tasted red wine once before when Wu Zhiyuan received his first month's salary and was eating at home, and it didn't taste like this at all.

"Why does this taste like this...?"

Han Xijun chimed in, "It doesn't taste good."

"You also think it doesn't taste good?"

"Is this worth 130 million?"

"How much? How much did you pay for it?"

After sitting down at the dining table, Han Xijun and Wu Haiyuan made eye contact for the first time.

Looking at Wu Haiyuan's shocked face, Han Xijun said, "130 million. The president said it was Romanée-Conti, a top garden in Burgundy, France, and the most popular brand in Seoul's most upscale Western restaurants."

Wu Haiyuan muttered, "What kind of red wine sells for 130 million yuan a bottle? Who would drink that?"

Han Xijun shrugged and said, "Who knows? Anyway, I'm not buying it."

Han Xijun put down his wine glass and picked up the envelope.

Wu Haiyuan changed the subject: "Wait, the taste is different now, can you feel it? It's that mixed flavor of rose and jam." Han Xijun asked in confusion, "You can feel it?"

"Hmm, I'm not entirely sure, shall we try it again?"

He proactively took the wine glass and leaned closer.

Han Xijun put down the envelope, picked up his wine glass, and gently clinked glasses with Wu Haiyuan.

This time it's real taste.

After taking a sip, Wu Haiyuan told Han Xijun to close his eyes and savor the sensation.

Han Xijun obediently did as he was told.

His brow furrowed slightly, then relaxed.

It seems to have a mixed scent of floral and fruity aromas.

Wu Haiyuan held the stem of a wine glass with his left hand, placed his right hand on his lap, and used his mobile phone to search for Romanée-Conti online.

"Yes, I can feel it."

Maintaining his posture, Wu Haiyuan quickly closed his eyes and pretended to savor the experience after hearing Han Xijun say he felt it. "Expensive things are different; you have to savor them slowly."

Opening his eyes, Wu Haiyuan said, "The bottle of red wine that Unnie bought last time was probably worth tens of thousands of dollars."

Just as Han Xijun was about to put down his glass, Wu Haiyuan glanced down at it and said, "The wine is not heavy, the tannins are soft and delicate, the balance is excellent, and the finish is long."

"what?"

"Let's have another drink."

They clinked glasses for the third time in a row.

After finishing his drink, Han Xijun put down his glass and heard Wu Haiyuan say, "It has the aroma of rose and violet, mixed with red berries, black berries and spices such as cloves and agarwood."

Han Xijun stared at Wu Haiyuan across from him.

She kept her head down the whole time she was saying those things.

Moreover, the tone of voice was exactly the same as when reading the text from the textbook.

Curious, Han Xijun bent down and peeked under the dining table.

Seeing Wu Haiyuan's hand holding the phone on his right leg, Han Xijun finally understood what was going on. He smiled.

He thought Wu Haiyuan was trying very hard to appease Han Xijun and that the 130 million yuan had not been wasted.

Only Wu Haiyuan would do such a thing.

It always makes people feel happy when they are together.

It wasn't an attempt to curry favor with someone for no reason.

I just want everyone to be happy.

However, Han Xijun guessed wrong.

Wu Haiyuan urgently searched for Romanée-Conti online because she didn't want Han Xijun to pick up the envelope and didn't want Han Xijun to say what she was "afraid" to hear.

With his elbows resting on the tabletop and his fingers interlaced, Han Xijun waited for Wu Haiyuan to look up.

Just as Wu Haiyuan looked up, Han Xijun said, "I didn't expect you to know so much about red wine."

Wu Haiyuan paused for a moment and said, "I don't really know much about it either, but I've heard my sister talk about some things about red wine."

Han Xijun asked, "Does your sister like red wine?" "Yes, she probably does."

"Didn't she tell you about wine?"

Wu Haiyuan stammered, "I did say that, actually I..."

Han Xijun interrupted, "Then I'll give your sister some red wine."

Wu Haiyuan wondered if he was hallucinating and asked, "Sending red wine to my sister? So suddenly? Why?"

Han Xijun smiled and said, "I received some Lichuan specialty pastries from my sister today. It's only natural to reciprocate with a gift."

"Oh, I see. Wait, today? You received some Lichuan specialty pastries from my sister today? My sister? Wu Zhiyuan?"