An Yi arrived in a very high-profile manner. Although he was wearing a mask and sunglasses, it was still obvious that he had dressed up carefully. He even sprayed on the unpleasant perfume that Jin He had given him yesterday. As soon as he sat down, a pungent smell spread.

"Move over there a bit more." Jin He moved to the side. "Your perfume smells so strong."

After receiving the message, An Yi translated it. Jin He's general meaning was that she disliked his unpleasant smell.

He immediately became angry: "Isn't this the perfume you gave me?"

"Hmm." Jin He saw that he had brought over a box of small white cream cakes and asked, "Did you bring these for me?"

"It's for the dog."

Jin He ignored him, and simply opened the six-inch cream and fruit cake on her own, and asked the waiter for a knife and fork.

"Hello, is someone having a birthday?"

"No, no, no, no..." Jin He shook her head like a rattle drum, and hurriedly said, "It's no one's birthday, we just want to eat, you don't need to sing for us, thank you."

"Okay." The waiter looked disappointed, glancing back at the three of them every few steps, as if afraid that one of them might suddenly pull out a birthday hat and candles to celebrate their birthday secretly.

An Yi stood there with his arms crossed, staring wide-eyed as Jin He distributed the small cakes.

"Let me introduce you. This is He Mingxu, the director of 'Royal Star'," Jin He said. "Director He, this is my teammate, An Yi."

“I know him.” He Mingxu nodded. “Anxi’s younger brother. We’ve met before.”

Someone like He Mingxu, who can direct a big-budget production at such a young age, must be either rich or talented. He Mingxu is a rare person who is both rich and talented. And as everyone knows, the circles of high society are interconnected.

"I heard before that the young master of the An family was going to enter the entertainment industry, and your sister asked me to take good care of him. Now it seems that it is completely unnecessary, after all, An Yi has already achieved enough in his own field."

When a senior speaks, even if An Yi is arrogant, he still has to be polite, so he nodded and said, "You flatter me."

Jin He divided the small cake into three equal parts, but An Yi's cake was unfortunately bought with four large and plump strawberries as decoration. Jin He was at a loss with these four strawberries and finally decided to put them on He Xuyang's cake.

After all, they are both guests and seniors, so we can't afford to be impolite for the sake of a meal.

An Yi crossed his arms and watched Jin He's little actions, just pursed his lips, but didn't say anything.

"Hello, the hot pot you ordered has arrived."

An Yi glanced down at the table. In the middle of the table was a spicy hot pot, the boiling red oil making his throat hurt just looking at it. He knew Jin He ate spicy food, so this yin-yang hot pot...

"You replaced it for me?"

Jin He rolled her eyes: "It's for the dog."

An Yi wasn't angry when he heard this. He happily started blanching vegetables and potatoes in the spicy broth for Jin He. When he saw that Jin He's condiment bowl was empty, he even took the bowl to the condiment station to add some condiments.

"Your fans all say there's discord within your team."

"Who knows what's wrong with him this time?" Jin He took a bite of the cucumber in her hand.

"Oh, never mind, here, have a beef roll." He Xuyang warmly placed a variety of meats on Jin He's plate. Jin He looked at the food on her plate, picked up a fatty beef roll, and took a bite.

The beef roll suffered a minor injury.

"I'm telling you, shouldn't an eighteen-year-old boy like you, who is still growing, have a big appetite?"

Jin He agreed with him, because he also had a big appetite when he was in junior and senior high school. That's how the saying "a half-grown boy eats his father out of house and home" came about.

"Here you go."

An Yi placed the small bowl of condiments in front of Jin He and reminded him, "Eat less spicy food, or you'll get a stomachache."

Jin He turned his chopsticks and picked up a piece of potato from the clear soup pot.

It was already 11 o'clock when the three of them finished eating. When Jin He said goodbye to He Mingxu, He Mingxu reminded him that he had to go to the film and television base for training the next day. Jin He readily agreed. Since the hot pot restaurant was very close to the dormitory, he decided to walk back to digest his food.

The summer evening breeze was quite cool, and An Yi was enjoying this rare moment of solitude. Just as he turned to say something to Jin He, he saw Jin He's expression change.

An Yi felt a bad premonition.

Jin He covered her mouth with a "smack," ran to the trash can, and vomited up everything she had eaten that night.

An Yi: "..."

"Jin He?"

An Yi stepped forward to support him and patted his back, but still didn't say anything. He knew that Jin He's stomach was not good, but he didn't expect it to be this bad. How could he vomit after eating anything? No wonder he was as light as a steel plate.

"What's wrong?" An Yi saw that Jin He had finished vomiting and told him to sit down on the bench. He went to the vending machine and bought a bottle of mineral water for him to rinse his mouth. Jin He sat there, clutching his stomach, looking listless.

"Maybe he ate too much meat."

"You vomited after eating too much meat?" An Yi thought back and found it unbelievable. "You only ate four pieces of lean meat just now! Is four pieces considered a lot?"

Jin He rinsed her mouth and shook her head.

"But that won't work either," An Yi asked. "Why? Are you allergic?"

"Don't you find it greasy?" Jin He thought back to it and felt her mouth was covered with a layer of greasy oil again. She covered her mouth and gagged again.

"Alright, alright, I won't mention it anymore," An Yi said, secretly plotting a solution in his mind.

"Let's go back."

"Go back to what?" An Yi didn't mince words and directly probed Jin He's stomach. Sure enough, the stomach was empty, indicating that she had just vomited everything up.

"Then where are we going?"

“I’ll take you to get some special treatment,” An Yi said matter-of-factly. “Come with me.”

An Yi took Jin He to a private kitchen. An Yi made a phone call outside, so as soon as Jin He entered the house, she smelled the aroma of noodles, and her stomach, which had just vomited, was hungry again.

"Aunt Shu!" An Yi called out as he entered the kitchen, "Is the noodle soup ready?"

The cook was a middle-aged woman in her fifties or sixties. The place they came from was a storefront of about sixty or seventy square meters. There was no one else there at this time. Jin He looked around. The store was fairly clean, but the decoration was a bit simple, with only a few makeshift tables and plastic stools.

"It's cooked, just out of the pot."

The woman called Aunt Shu ran out carrying a bowl of vegetarian noodles and placed it in front of Jin He: "You must be Xiao He, right? Come and try this. It's freshly cooked. An Yi told me on WeChat that you don't eat meat or lard, so I didn't put any in. Try it."

Jin He accepted it with both hands: "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome, eat up." Aunt Shu brought out another plate of cucumber salad from the kitchen for Jin He to use as a side dish. An Yi had just finished eating and didn't have much of an appetite, so he just sat next to Jin He and watched him eat.

Jin He picked up the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup. The aroma of flour and the sweetness of soy sauce filled the mouth, and the steaming hot soup warmed her up from head to toe.

"Is it tasty?"

An Yi sat opposite Jin He, watching him eat his noodles bite by bite, his eyes filled with anticipation, hoping for a positive answer.

Jin He looked up and saw An Yi staring at him with shining eyes.

"Hmm." Jin He lowered her eyes, avoiding that burning gaze.

"I knew it! Aunt Shu's cooking is amazing. I love her noodles the most, and her wontons are delicious too. It's just a pity you don't eat meat."

"When Xiaohe comes again next time, Auntie will make you some vegetarian dumplings with zucchini and egg filling, okay?"

Jin He smiled and said, holding the bowl, "Thank you, Auntie."

An Yi waited quietly for Jin He to finish his meal without urging him or even looking closely, afraid that Jin He might swallow the noodles too quickly and upset his stomach. He only checked his phone from time to time, and put it down when Jin He was almost finished eating.

"So, you shouldn't always eat with people you don't know well."

Jin He slowly chewed her noodles, looking at An Yi, wondering why this topic had suddenly started.

"Look, you went out to dinner with that so-called director of yours today, and he didn't care whether you had any dietary restrictions or not, which made you uncomfortable. You always have to accommodate others when you go out to eat."

"But I also really like eating hot pot."

“You like to eat and you can eat it, which are two different things. Look at you, you threw up as soon as you came out today. That's bad for your health.”

"But at least I was happy when I ate it." Jin He picked up the bowl, blew on the soup, and took a sip of the hot soup.

"Then what's the point of throwing up? Doesn't it make you feel uncomfortable?"

Jin He remained silent; she was clearly upset.

Seeing that Jin He had nothing to say, An Yi started nagging again: "So, you should go to fewer dinner parties and drink less alcohol in the future. Take good care of your stomach. You can still improve your appetite in the future. Maybe you can even try eating some meat. How old are you? What will you do if you start to restrict your diet at eighteen?"

Hearing this, Jin He felt inexplicably irritated: "It has nothing to do with that."

"What does that have to do with anything? Can't you take better care of yourself? Look at your terrible stomach, I'm almost embarrassed to say anything to you. You're only eighteen and you're already going out drinking heavily with other people. Who led you astray?"

Upon hearing this, Jin He felt a surge of anger rise to the top of her head. She slammed the bowl on the table and glared fiercely at An Yi: "It's my choice, it's none of your business!"

"You! You're just going to give up? You know there's no one to back you up with your qualifications, so why do you have to resort to underhanded methods? Why can't you think about how to use your abilities instead of trying to create hype?"

"Because it's a quick way to make money. Is this the first day you've met me? This is exactly who I am. What wouldn't I do for money and fame? What's a dream? Do you really think I'm in this line of work because of a dream? Wake up, young master! Dreams are a luxury only rich people like you can afford!"

"That's not what you think." An Yi looked at him, his eyes filled with disappointment. He didn't understand why, when his original intention was to advise Jin He to be more cautious in the future and not to go out to dinner with high-ranking officials so casually, lest he be harmed without even realizing it, he suddenly became angry again.

The heartwarming scene from just now is like a shattered mirror.

"Can you please stop bothering me with those kinds of words? I really don't want to hear them, and I won't listen." Jin He wiped his mouth, knowing he couldn't reason with this young master, so he threw the crumpled paper into the trash can, said goodbye to Aunt Shu, and left.

An Yi chased after him with a dark expression: "I'm just giving you some advice."

"Are you trying to persuade me?" Jin He grew angrier the more she thought about it. "You're judging me from your superior position! What's wrong with drinking? What's wrong with being eighteen? Well, I'll still..."

Jin He's voice suddenly lowered as she spoke: "Well, I'm an adult too."