“Okay.” Although Yuan Dehai was puzzled as to why his son was in charge, the deal was done, and he would have more say in front of those old guys. He quickly gave his secretary a wink, telling him to buy the order for the neighboring shop as well.

However, when the secretary went to pay the bill, she was told that the bill for the customer next door had already been paid.

Yuan Dehai could only leave with regret.

When Nangong Jue reached the entrance of Cining Pavilion, he was stopped by the bodyguards.

Black Hawk immediately wanted to step forward.

Nangong Jue raised his hand to signal the other person to step back, then smiled and said, "I am Nangong Jue. I've come to pay a visit to Aunt Qiao. Please inform her of my presence."

You can't use force here. Besides, this aunt of the Qiao family is not afraid of force at all. Over the years, very few people have dared to use force in front of her. Those who are blind to reason with her end up dying without even knowing how they died.

Qiao Zi, who was inside the house, naturally heard the sound and frowned slightly: "Why is this kid here? I've been keeping my whereabouts a secret this time."

“Someone invited him from next door,” Le Yao explained. “He greeted him at the door just now, so he must have seen Brother Qiao and guessed that Aunt was here too.”

"Then let him in." Qiao Zi nodded, as long as he didn't follow her on purpose.

"Aunt Qiao." After entering the room, Nangong Jue glanced at Le Yao, and then respectfully nodded to Qiao Zi.

"Ah Jue, it's been a long time. You've matured a lot." Qiao Zi smiled. Although she disliked He Rong and Nangong Rongyao, to be honest, the Nangong family's children were quite good, typical of good bamboo shoots emerging from bad bamboo.

"Thank you for the compliment, Aunt Qiao." Nangong Jue smiled. "May I sit down?"

Le Yao frowned. Was this guy not planning to leave?

"Please sit down." Qiao Zi would never play tricks on the younger generation, nor would she be stingy with a meal.

Nangong Jue happily went over, moved a chair over, placed it next to Le Yao, and plopped down on it.

“There are seats over there.” Le Yao frowned.

"I like leaning against you." Nangong Jue didn't hide his feelings at all, "That way it's easier for me to peel shrimp for you."

"No need, I have my own hands." Le Yao shook her head and refused.

“You’ve had your nails done, it’s inconvenient.” Nangong Jue insisted, “I’m happy to help…”

"Really, I don't need to." Le Yao said, picking up a shrimp, peeling it in a few quick movements, and then stuffing it into her mouth, chewing loudly. "I don't do my nails anymore. Nail polish is full of chemicals and can cause cancer."

Looking at Le Yao's natural-colored nails, Nangong Jue's lips twitched. Was this woman deliberately disrespecting him?

Le Yao peeled another one and stuffed it into her mouth: "So, Lord, you can go over there now."

"You don't need me to peel the shrimp, but I can help you pick out some food and pour you water." Nangong Jue gave a fawning smile; he refused to believe there wasn't something he could do.

Le Yao chuckled twice and said, "This hotel is high-end, with a 10% service charge. The waiters are more professional at pouring water than you are." She gestured with her hand as she spoke.

A young man dressed in court attire walked over carrying a large-mouthed teapot. He opened the gaiwan in front of Le Yao, twirled the teapot twice in the air, and then did a somersault, pouring hot water into the gaiwan from afar. He stopped the moment it was full, without spilling a single drop.