It's all in the past now, and when Qiao Xinruo brings it up again, she won't be as angry as she was back then.
Moreover, serving as a military doctor in the army did not change her ideals.
"That's how it is. My sister and I felt there was no point in staying any longer, so we left. Then Minister Hu came to invite my sister and me to join us," Qiao Xinruo said.
Zhou Jinglan nodded; he understood the situation.
Although the perpetrator of the medical dispute has been imprisoned, the two sisters, who were framed, will inevitably encounter similar situations again in the future, even if they continue to stay in the military hospital.
Moreover, from the hospital's perspective, it will inevitably have to compromise due to public pressure.
In this situation, Qiao Xinruo and Su Yueya's decision to leave voluntarily became the optimal solution.
“You and Dr. Su are truly skilled. It’s their loss that you’re leaving the military hospital, not your regret,” Zhou Jinglan said.
Qiao Xinruo nodded, surprised to find that she and Zhou Jinglan actually got along quite well; at least the awkward feeling from before had disappeared unconsciously during the conversation.
When they ate, Zhou Jinglan chose a well-known restaurant, and both the ambiance and the dishes suited Qiao Xinruo's taste perfectly.
She herself was unaware, but Zhou Jinglan had been silently observing her, judging from her various subtle expressions whether she liked it, and remembering her various preferences.
When ordering food, Zhou Jinglan chose dishes that Qiao Xinruo liked.
"It's quite a coincidence that we like similar dishes," Qiao Xinruo said, her tone noticeably better than before.
“Yes, it’s quite a coincidence,” Zhou Jinglan said, secretly pleased.
One of the dishes was spicy stir-fried shrimp, which Qiao Xinruo really liked. However, she didn't like eating shrimp outside of home because she didn't like peeling them and didn't like getting her hands dirty—a kind of occupational germaphobia.
Zhou Jinglan noticed that Qiao Xinruo had picked up other side dishes from the spicy stir-fried shrimp dish several times, which meant she probably liked the taste of the dish, but never picked up the shrimp.
"Are you allergic to seafood?" Zhou Jinglan suddenly asked.
Qiao Xinruo didn't think too much about it, shook her head and said directly, "I'm not allergic. I don't have any food allergies."
So why do you like the taste of this dish but not eat it with shrimp?
Could it be that you don't like peeling shrimp?
Zhou Jinglan immediately saw this as a good opportunity. He wiped his hands several times with a tissue and then began peeling shrimp non-stop. He peeled half a plate of shrimp and then pushed it directly in front of Qiao Xinruo.
"Try it, this shrimp tastes pretty good, it's cleaned well, and the shrimp is very fresh," Zhou Jinglan said, continuing to wipe his hands with a paper towel. "Oh, I wiped my hands several times before peeling the shrimp."
Qiao Xinruo: "..."
She did see Zhou Jinglan wiping his hands, but she never expected that Zhou Jinglan, who had peeled half a plate of shrimp, would now push it all in front of her.
"Aren't you going to eat?" Qiao Xinruo asked, picking up a shrimp and putting it in her mouth. It was indeed the taste she liked.
Moreover, you can eat without getting your hands dirty, which is incredibly convenient.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Jinglan was quite thoughtful, and Qiao Xinruo felt increasingly pleased with herself as she ate.
“I’ve already eaten. This was specially peeled for you. Take your time eating,” Zhou Jinglan said, finally wiping his hands clean and checking them carefully several times, including between his fingers.
During the time he was secretly observing her, Zhou Jinglan suspected that Qiao Xinruo might have obsessive-compulsive disorder.
If she really is, then he absolutely cannot let Qiao Xinruo think he is a slovenly, dirty man, otherwise she will definitely despise him.
"There's so much, I can't eat it all by myself, let's eat together." Qiao Xinruo said, pushing the plate between the two of them, and even picked up a shrimp and put it in Zhou Jinglan's bowl, even though the shrimp was peeled by herself.
"Okay." Zhou Jinglan looked at the shrimp that Qiao Xinruo had personally picked out for him and that he had peeled himself. He was reluctant to eat it and almost wanted to frame it!
Qiao Xinruo felt that getting along with this person was quite nice.
It is meticulous, thoughtful, and does not make people feel uncomfortable.
But was it just because he peeled shrimp for himself?
If it were someone else, who had done many things to please her, would Qiao Xinruo soften her heart, or change her opinion of them, or even change her attitude?
That doesn't seem to be the case.
So why is that?
Is it really because of her face?
Even after they finished their meal and left the restaurant, Qiao Xinruo still couldn't figure out the correct answer to this question. Fortunately, it wasn't a test, and Qiao Xinruo didn't need to give an answer within a set time. She had plenty of time to slowly find the real answer.
After all, it was a rare opportunity. How could Zhou Jinglan part ways after just one meal?
So he also arranged to see a movie.
Even the carefully selected restaurant had a movie theater nearby. After dinner, you could take a walk to digest and just walk to the movie theater, where Zhou Jinglan could then suggest watching a movie.
“Well, I don’t think it’s too late yet. We’ve just arrived at the movie theater. How about we go see a movie and I’ll take you home?” Zhou Jinglan asked nervously.
Qiao Xinruo wanted to laugh. They had just arrived at the movie theater. Was it really just right?
However, she didn't find this little trick annoying at all, and was even quite willing to cooperate. Could it be because of Zhou Jinglan's face?
Zhou Jinglan was even more nervous when he didn't get a nod from Qiao Xinruo and saw her staring at his face.
"I...Is there something on my face?" Zhou Jinglan reached up and rubbed his face, thinking that shouldn't be the case. He had been eating very politely just now, so it was impossible that he had gotten something on his face without realizing it.
“No,” Qiao Xinruo was amused by his actions and walked into the movie theater. “Let’s go, let’s buy tickets.”
After watching the movie, Zhou Jinglan immediately took Qiao Xinruo home, afraid that if it was late, Qiao's family would misunderstand him as a bad person, which would make it even more difficult to win over the little goddess's family in the future.
Fortunately, the journey was smooth, and Zhou Jinglan safely delivered Qiao Xinruo home.
Before they parted, Zhou Jinglan had a hesitant expression on his face.
Qiao Xinruo couldn't stand it any longer and finally asked the question before opening the door.
"What exactly are you trying to say? I think you've been holding it in the whole way," Qiao Xinruo said, finding Zhou Jinglan's behavior both funny and adorable.
No, cute?
That's it. In the novels she read, if a woman finds a man cute, it's basically game over. She can't possibly fall for him just because she went on one date with Zhou Jinglan, can she?
Impossible, impossible, impossible...
"Xinruo," Zhou Jinglan hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "How do you feel about today? Are you happy? Is there anything that makes you feel uncomfortable?"
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