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Soon, Celine's computer was packed up.

When paying, Lu Ze also checked the home delivery option, letting the store arrange delivery directly, saving him the trouble of carrying a bunch of boxes home himself.

Xilin stood by the counter, watching eagerly as the salesperson affixed a delivery slip to her precious computer.

Those golden eyes were practically yearning, as if they couldn't wait to go home with the delivery truck, set up the new computer, and start their first game.

"The machine should arrive home this afternoon. Let's go have lunch now."

Lu Ze waved his hand in front of Xilin's eyes, pulling her back to reality, then turned to An Linyue and said.

"An Linyue, thank you for spending the whole morning with us, helping us choose clothes and computers. You've been a great help. Let me treat you to a meal as a token of my gratitude."

"Oh, okay."

An Linyue was pleasantly surprised, not expecting that accompanying someone shopping would also come with the opportunity to have lunch together.

She quickly adjusted her expression and resumed her usual calm, gentle smile.

"I know there's a shop up ahead that makes really delicious fruit parfaits, and the atmosphere is great too. It's a good place to bring kids."

Before Lu Ze could say anything, Xilin, whose attention had been diverted by the words "fruit parfait," grabbed his hand and pulled him forward.

"Big brother, hurry up, I want a parfait!"

Bella followed silently from behind, glancing at An Linyue as she passed by, her expression unchanging.

An Linyue smiled and led the way.

After winding through a quiet alley, you arrive at an inconspicuous glass door. There is no prominent signboard at the entrance, only a small brass plaque engraved with the shop's name, "L'Été".

Pushing open the glass door reveals a hidden world inside. Impressionist paintings hang on the cream-colored walls, and a crystal chandelier casts a warm and soft light.

Dark green velvet armchairs surrounded small round tables covered with white linen tablecloths, and on each table sat a small white lily of the valley.

The restaurant was quiet and elegant, and even the sound of clinking cutlery was absorbed by the carpet and velvet.

The waiter, dressed in a neat black and white vest, bowed slightly upon seeing An Linyue.

"Miss An, welcome."

His tone was respectful and familiar, clearly indicating that this was not the first time he had received her.

An Linyue nodded: "The old seat is fine."

Lu Ze looked at her in surprise and asked in a low voice, "Do you come here often?"

The location, decor, and service standards of this shop don't seem like the kind of place a college student would frequent.

"I've come here a few times with my parents," An Linyue said casually.

Lu Ze noticed the lapel pin on the waiter's chest, the signature on the bottom of the vase of lily of the valley on the table, and the understated Michelin logo on the gold-stamped cover of the menu.

The prices at this store are probably not something an average college student can easily afford.

He silently raised An Linyue's family background ranking by another level in his mind.

The four were led to a booth by the window, outside which was a small courtyard planted with lavender and rosemary. The early autumn breeze seeped in through the half-open window, carrying a faint herbal scent.

The menu is a thick booklet with gold foil stamping, and it feels heavy in your hand.

Xilin flipped through a few pages and then stopped looking. She didn't recognize many of the winding letters, so she simply pushed the menu in front of Lu Ze and said it with a straight face.

"Big brother, please order for me."

"Now you know how important studying is, right?"

Lu Ze laughed at her as he opened the menu, glanced at the pages, and then froze.

Because he couldn't understand it either.

The entire menu was in French; he couldn't even distinguish between the words for "appetizer" and "dessert," let alone the names of the dishes.

An Linyue couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Lu Ze, who was trying to appear calm but whose eyes were completely vacant.

She took the menu from Lu Ze to help him out of the predicament, her fingers lightly tracing the gold lettering as she began to order in a calm and fluent tone.

She spoke French, with elegant and natural pronunciation, and her conversation with the waiter was seamless.

Lu Ze looked at her and suddenly realized that there was something about this girl who usually sat behind him that he had never noticed before.

It wasn't her family background, nor her clothing, but rather the composure she exuded in this situation.