What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"I don't know either, but if you like my hands so much..." Jiuge pretended to think.

"It's just that your hands are beautiful, long and fair." An Chen looked at Jiu Ge's hands and praised her honestly.

He felt that Jiuge could definitely become a model, or even a hand or leg model.

"You like any kind of long, fair, and beautiful hands?" Jiuge frowned.

He still claims he's not a hand fetishist! This man has gone too far!

“No, I only like your hands,” An Chen said in a low voice.

"Really?" Jiuge looked up.

"Really, I swear." Having learned from past mistakes, An Chen didn't want to play with fire again.

I always feel that joking about this kind of thing would have serious consequences.

"Then do you want me to wear a JK uniform?" Jiuge thought of the pile of magical items that hadn't been officially used yet.

There are JK uniforms, sailor uniforms, all kinds of uniforms, nurse uniforms, flight attendant uniforms, and many other kinds.

“You’re wearing a JK uniform…” An Chen imagined what Jiu Ge would look like in a JK uniform.

“Hope.” He looked at Jiuge, his face serious.

"So, do you want me to wear those...magic pants?" Jiuge momentarily forgot what the pants the two girls she saw on the street were called.

"You mean fake sheer pants?" An Chen touched his hair.

“Yes, yes, that’s it. It looks almost like a real leg.” Jiuge nodded repeatedly.

"Never mind," An Chen replied without hesitation.

"You think I don't look as good in that as others?" Jiu Ge's expression darkened.

“Yes.” An Chen nodded.

Jiuge bit her lip, her fist poised to strike.

“You’re too pale. Those fake sheer pants are for people of normal skin tone in China. Even the lightest ones aren’t that pale. If you wear them, your legs will look dark, and it won’t match the rest of your body.” An Chen squeezed Jiu Ge’s fist and whispered.

“This…” Jiuge recalled for a moment and then loosened her fist.

That seems to make sense.

"And... do you want to get a tan... to make yourself look darker?" An Chen asked tentatively.

If Jiuge likes it... it's not entirely impossible...

"Never mind, I still think whiter is better." Jiuge hesitated for a moment before making her choice.

Chapter 303 Jiu Ge giggled (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

Hot pot, which now accounts for half of China's culinary landscape, was originally a favorite among the poor.

In the old days, the rich ate meat but not offal; the extra offal was usually thrown into the river.

Under these circumstances, the fishermen, who were struggling to get enough to eat and wear, gradually became restless.

A fire is lit in an iron pot, and everyone gathers together to cook various offal, peppercorns, chili peppers, and other ingredients. It's a satisfying and filling meal, and it can even provide some nutrition.

Regarding this period of history, An Chen only commented: "It's a real pity that the wealthy people back then couldn't enjoy such delicious hot pot."

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the waiter finally called An Chen and Jiu Ge's number.

The two sat down in a designated corner, and another waiter, sweating profusely, ran over: "Hello, what kind of hot pot base would you like to order?"

She handed the menu and pen to Jiuge and stepped aside.

"The spiciest kind." Jiuge looked at the five or six different broths, her gaze shifting to the one with the most chili peppers.

"...Let's have a hot pot with two broths, the spicy side should be extra spicy." An Chen sighed, feeling a growing unease.

He inadvertently forgot that Jiuge was incredibly good at eating spicy food.

Many times, An Chen wanted to tell her that he wasn't actually that good at eating spicy food, but whenever he saw Jiu Ge's expectant expression, he could only swallow his words.

"Okay, sure." Jiuge nodded and ticked the box next to the hot pot.

I added a parenthesis after it and wrote "extra spicy".

"Are you sure you won't feel uncomfortable from the spiciness..." An Chen whispered a reminder.

The extra spicy food at this restaurant is no joke.

It may be several times spicier than the usual "extra spicy".

"No." Jiuge shook her head.

"I've found that no level of spiciness has been able to stop me so far, but can you eat this kind? You always said to go with my preference when I asked you before, but I haven't seen you eat much." She recalled how An Chen had acted when they ate buffets and barbecues together before.

“…I was worried you wouldn’t have enough to eat.” An Chen sighed, pressing his forehead.

He paused for a moment, then continued, "I can probably only handle medium spice."

"Then medium spicy it is." Jiuge nodded, crossed out the words in parentheses, and rewrote the words "medium spicy".

Afterwards, the two ordered a number of dishes.

Tripe, tofu, potatoes, snowflake beef rolls, premium lean lamb, nourishing black-boned chicken rolls, beef balls, fish balls, shrimp paste, fish slices, and crab paste.

"Is this enough? Is it too much?" Jiuge checked off one drink and sent the menu back to Anchen.

"We can add more if it's not enough. Let them bring it first. This restaurant has high ratings online, so it should taste good." An Chen waved his hand and handed the menu to the waiter who rushed over.

By the time the dipping sauce was prepared, the hot pot base and dishes were almost all served.

"I want to sit next to you, not across from you." Jiuge picked up her small bag and happily ran over to sit next to An Chen.

She always felt that as a couple, it was easier to be affectionate when sitting side by side.

"Okay." An Chen nodded and moved the hot pot slightly.

They always squeezed together to do everything; it's been a long-standing tradition of theirs.

When they sat down, Jiu Ge hadn't come over yet, and An Chen thought that Jiu Ge had suddenly changed her mind and wanted to try the "real" traditional way that most couples do when they have a big meal.

"It must be very lively over there with Zhang Zhidong."

As she slowly dropped the ingredients into the boiling pot, Jiuge suddenly burst into giggles.

"What did you think of?" An Chen blinked.

He was using another spoon to scoop shrimp paste.

Jiuge suddenly laughed, and An Chen almost trembled.

Shrimp paste and crab paste are much more fragile than other foods, and they may mysteriously disappear if they fall to the bottom of the pot.

"I thought of something funny." Jiuge replied, mimicking a dialogue from a funny long comic strip she had seen before.

"Zhang Zhidong's heater is indeed quite good." An Chen knew what kind of scene Jiu Ge was probably imagining.

Resting his chin on his hand, he began to consider whether he should cooperate with Jiuge, turning his head to take out a piece of paper and mimicking the actions of the policeman in the long picture.

As the broth boils, the aroma of hot pot fills the air, enough to whet the appetite of even those who aren't particularly hungry.

"The shrimp paste is ready!" Jiuge's attention was drawn to the shrimp paste, and she didn't continue the topic.

She poked An Chen's finger, her eyes filled with longing.

"Here you go." An Chen smiled and handed the shrimp paste from the spoon to Jiu Ge.

"By the way, how's Yi Yuan doing?" He asked, munching on potato chips while curiously observing Jiu Ge.

"She insisted that the person she was looking for might be in her dreams." Jiuge took big bites of shrimp paste, her expression very satisfied.

"Still saying that after all this time?" An Chen smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

The sudden appearance of these two people really felt like a dream.

“Yes, she didn’t lie.” Jiuge tilted her head.

Over time, she could confirm that Yi Yuan was a very honest person, just like herself.

Furthermore, the other person was just as lonely as she had been in the past, with few friends.

"Did she tell you why she idolizes you?" An Chen suddenly thought of this joke.

Initially, Jiuge was asked for an autograph by the other party.

Could it be that Yi Yuan is actually a huge fan of good looks?

"She said she was attracted to me the moment she saw me." Jiuge touched her cheek shyly.

Those words sounded like a confession, and thinking back on them made her feel quite embarrassed.

"This couple is amazing." Upon hearing this, An Chen paused for a moment, his feelings a bit complicated.

He picked up the cup and poured some plum juice for Jiuge.

Just looking at the bright red color in Jiuge's dipping sauce dish made An Chen feel like his stomach was on fire.

The medium spiciness of the broth was already the same as the extra spiciness of other restaurants, so An Chen didn't dare add any more chili to the dipping sauce.

“I’ve been contacting her less often lately, and we mostly communicate by phone now. She’s just too cold.” Jiu Ge said, taking the opportunity to press her body against An Chen.

Contrary to expectations, An Chen didn't react much, as if he was thinking about something.

"Why aren't you reacting?" Jiuge pouted.

Taking the opportunity to touch your legs or rub your face isn't a bad idea.

If she doesn't react, it makes it seem like she has no charm.

“No…” An Chen freed one hand and touched the top of Jiu Ge’s head.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally spoke up: "Well, I wanted to ask, since you two have such a good relationship, if she disappeared one day, wouldn't you be very sad?"

In the past few months, Jiuge and Yiyuan's relationship has become surprisingly good.

The fact that they got along so well made even the usually carefree Su Zhi quite jealous.

"Huh?" Jiu Ge's movements suddenly stopped, and the beef roll he was holding with his chopsticks fell to the ground.