Xie Xuanqing didn't eat out very often. But it seemed impolite to rashly bring his savior home for a meal.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Xuanqing remembered something and asked his secretary to book a restaurant in advance.
——It’s not quite accurate to call it a restaurant. To be honest, it’s more like a high-end private restaurant. Without a certain status, you may not be able to make a reservation even if you make a reservation half a month in advance.
"The food in this restaurant is pretty good." After arriving at the place, the secretary made an excuse and drove away.
Xie Xuanqing personally led Rong Jing inside and said with a smile, "I just don't know if you like it, Rong Jing."
Xie Xuanqing didn't often show up in front of outsiders. But as the owner of the restaurant, he knew Xie Xuanqing was coming when his secretary called to make an appointment.
At this moment, he was following Xie Xuanqing, and was shocked for a moment when he saw this legendary evil god of the business world speaking gently to the beautiful silver-haired young man beside him.
He couldn't help but secretly glance at the young man whom Xie Xuan affectionately called "Rong Jing".
The other person had an extremely delicate and beautiful face, and his amber eyes looked as clear and cold as the water in a mountain lake. As if he had noticed his gaze, the young man turned his head and glanced at him.
The boss' heart skipped a beat, and he felt as if he had been seen through by the other person's gaze. He quickly retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "The ingredients we use here are all the freshest of the day. The chef we invited is a descendant of a royal chef in the palace. He has several specialties on hand. You two distinguished guests may want to try them later."
Xie Xuanqing also hummed softly, and praised: "The environment here is not bad either."
The boss smiled proudly.
Upon hearing this, Rong Jing slowly raised his eyes and took a look.
The quaint buildings carry a familiar meaning.
Perhaps for the sake of convenience, many places in the restaurant have been modernized, but at first glance, the whole courtyard still has a strong Dazhao style. The waitress holding the tray, wearing a delicate and well-fitting Dazhao dress, shuttled through the wooden flying eaves corridor, talking and laughing.
Rong Jing paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, it's not bad."
The boss's smile became more genuine when he heard this. There is nothing more joyful than being praised for something you put in so much effort.
What's more, the two people who praised him were both extraordinary.
——The boss still couldn't figure out Rong Jing's identity, and the other person's appearance was really unfamiliar. However, the person who could make Xie Xuanqing speak so kindly to him, even if his identity was not extraordinary now, it would be extraordinary after a while.
With a smile, the boss led Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing to a private room that had been reserved in advance. He talked to them for a while, then, after estimating Xie Xuanqing's expression, he took the ordered menu and left.
Without letting the waiter do anything, Xie Xuanqing picked up the copper teapot and poured a cup of tea for himself and Rong Jing.
The aroma of hot tea spread throughout the antique box. Xie Xuan lowered his head and took a sip, then said thoughtfully, "It's not as good as the tea from your family, Ajing."
He wasn't exaggerating.
In fact, this restaurant is very famous in the whole Beijing city, and the guests it receives are either rich or noble, so it is impossible for them to use low-grade tea to entertain their guests. But Rong Jing is very skilled, and the tea made from tea leaves that have been nourished and stimulated by spiritual energy naturally tastes more refreshing and elegant.
——But, what’s the meaning of the name Ajing?
Rong Jing paused while drinking tea, then looked up and glanced at him indifferently.
Xie Xuanqing seemed to be unaware of anything and looked back calmly: "What's wrong?"
Rong Jing: “…”
Rong Jing frowned, and couldn't say anything harsh to this face for a moment, so he could only say coldly: "...Nothing."
Xie Xuan chuckled.
The door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a waitress in a goose yellow dress came forward with a tray and a sweet smile. After a while, all the dishes were served.
Perhaps because it is known as the descendant of the imperial chef of the Jokhang Dynasty, the food in this private restaurant is presented with great care.
Xie Xuanqing glanced at the dishes in front of him, and then personally served a bowl of soup to Rong Jing.
The milky white soup was extremely delicious. Rong Jing lowered his head and took a sip, and he really tasted some of the flavors made by the imperial chef of the Great Zhao Dynasty.
His eyebrows relaxed slightly. Xie Xuanqing had been paying attention to his expression, and seeing this, he picked up another piece of lotus root for him.
——It’s strange.
Xie Xuanqing had read the information about Rong Jing handed over by his secretary. He knew that Rong Jing had grown up without a father or mother and his family conditions were not very good. After studying all the way to college, he was spotted by a scout by chance and entered the entertainment industry.
But this experience doesn't seem to match the person in front of me.
He watched Rong Jing pick up the lotus root with frowned brows. Inexplicably, he felt that the other party should not like to eat this dish, but even when eating food he didn't like very much, he was very elegant and beautiful when eating.
His slender white fingers gently pinched the dark sandalwood chopsticks, his shoulders and back were straight and natural, with a kind of noble aura that seemed to come from his bones, which many children of aristocratic families today might not be able to cultivate.
The customer group of this private restaurant was originally the upper class people in Beijing, so the prices were naturally very high. Many people with limited financial resources would feel a little discouraged when they saw the menu.
But Rong Jing doesn't.
He seemed to have been carefully pampered. He might not have grown up in luxury, but he must have seen many more precious things, so that his expression was so calm.
Xie Xuanqing was a little distracted, but soon, he came back to his senses after seeing Rong Jing's actions.
As if to reciprocate the favor, the other party scooped him a bowl of soup as well. Xie Xuan lowered his eyes slightly, picked up the bowl and took a sip, smiling slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Rong."
Calling him Mr. Rong sounds better than calling him Ajing.
Rong Jing was too lazy to say anything else. After swallowing the last bite of lotus root, he quietly passed the dish to Xie Xuanqing.
It feels like we will give you all the food you like.
Xie Xuanqing noticed his actions: "..." It's true that I don't hate it.
Most of the dishes in this restaurant are small and exquisite, and two people ate slowly and managed to finish most of them.
I don’t know if it was a coincidence or something, but most of the dishes that Xie Xuan ordered were quite to Rong Jing’s taste. After eating, Rong Jing’s face, which had initially felt cold because of the lotus root sandwich, relaxed a little.
Seeing this, Xie Xuanqing's eyes flashed with a smile. After spending some time together, I realized that although Master Rong looked cold, in fact... his thoughts were quite easy to guess.
But he didn't dare say this in front of Rong Jing.
Xie Xuan lowered his head and drank a sip of tea, then smiled and asked, "I heard that Rong Jing, you got the role in "Record of the Heavenly Master"?"
"Yeah." After eating about 70% full, Rong Jing restrainedly put down his chopsticks. Hearing Xie Xuanqing's question, he was not surprised how he knew it, and responded calmly.
Xie Xuanqing didn't say anything else, just said: "I remember that Xie Group seems to have invested in this play. Rong Jing, if you feel uncomfortable in the crew, just tell me."
However, based on the strength Rong Jing showed today...even if someone really wanted to make things difficult for him, it would probably be that person who would be the one to suffer in the end.
Xie Xuanqing couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of this - it seemed that he always couldn't help but want to smile in front of Rong Jing.
Retracting his thoughts, Xie Xuanqing saw Rong Jing supporting his chin, his thick but light eyelashes gently covering his amber eyes, and also covering the complex expression in his eyes.
"...Yeah. If you need anything, I won't be polite." After two seconds, Rong Jing replied calmly.
Probably to repay the "promise" he made, Rong Jing looked at him and said casually: "If the funds are not a big problem, you can try to get the land in East City."
Xie Xuanqing paused for a moment, then whispered, "Okay."
He had known from Wang Boyui that Rong Jing was also quite accomplished in face reading and fortune telling. But when he actually met him, he was still a little surprised, but also a little bit of it was natural for some reason.
A person like Rong Jing really shouldn't be inferior to others in anything.
Xie Xuan thought lightly.
Rong Jing felt that the way he looked at her was a little strange. He frowned, then looked away and washed his hands with warm water in the basin brought by the waiter.
Every move was done with a familiarity that was unsurprising.
After dinner, Xie Xuanqing didn't want to keep Rong Jing any longer, so he called a driver to take Rong Jing back. Xie Xuanqing then got into the car driven by his secretary.
"Sir, are we going directly back to the old house?" asked the secretary.
Xie Xuanqing crossed his legs and looked through the car window at Rong Jing's figure disappearing from his sight before turning his head and saying, "No, let's go to the east of the city first."
"OK."
…
The problem of the Xibeijiang Bridge was finally resolved, and Rong Jing returned home, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
With a little smell of food still on his body, Rong Jing took some clothes and went to take a shower. Then he came out drying his hair, glanced at the spirit-sending talisman on the table, and turned on the TV.
"...The Xibeijiang Bridge has been repaired and will be reopened to traffic at 6pm today."
"Recently, the Beijing Public Security Bureau cracked a major case, and the suspect Wang Mouzhou confessed to the crime. The Supreme People's Court sentenced him to death... and executed him immediately."
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but when I turned on the TV, I jumped to the news channel. The handsome host was reporting the important news of the day in a clear and loud voice.
Rong Jing glanced at the spirit-sending talisman on the table. A few faint ghosts had emerged from it at some point and were staring at the screen intently.
The camera quickly moved away from the depressed Wang Yizhou and turned to the next news.
Liu Ruoxin looked at Rong Jing blankly: "He is going to die?"
Without the support of the Wang family, and with the country recently cracking down on such heinous incidents, Wang Yizhou was taken as an example and sentenced to death.
"Yes." Rong Jing made a gesture, and a faint golden light slowly enveloped Liu Ruoxin and the others, "Your grievances have been avenged."
Liu Ruoxin opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.
The road to reincarnation slowly opened under the illumination of golden light. Rong Jing did not hesitate. He moved his fingertips and sent them in.
"...Thank you." The wind passed without a trace, leaving only a light but heavy thank you that dissipated in the air.
Rong Jing twirled his fingertips and calmly looked away.
The author has something to say:
Rong Jing: I'm secretly giving the unlucky guy some information - not because of the delicious food! [Cat licking paw.gif]
Xie · Xuan Qing, a former cat-raising expert: I like fresh food. I am a bit picky but I will still eat it if I give it to me. I like to drink soup and eat fried fish... [taking notes]
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