Sang Feiyu came to the state-owned restaurant on an empty stomach. After hearing this, he said without hesitation, "I'm hungry. I'll go over to eat first, and then we'll meet at the state-owned restaurant."
In this way, Sang Feiyu separated from the other three and stayed in the state-owned restaurant alone.
When Sang Feiyu entered the state-owned restaurant, she was the only customer inside. The restaurant was indeed not open yet, but the small blackboard in front already listed today's menu.
She immediately saw the words "Lychee Meat" written on the small blackboard.
Can lychees be made into dishes?
Sang Feiyu really didn't know what this dish was, so she went over and asked the waiter what lychee meat was.
The waiter heard her accent and thought she didn't sound like she was from China. She was also very pretty, with a face that looked like it would produce water if you pinched it. Seeing that the beautiful woman was in a bad mood, he regained his patience and said, "This is a traditional dish from China in Fuzhou. It's made from pork tenderloin. It tastes sweet and sour, and is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It's shaped like a lychee, so it's called lychee meat."
"What is meat dumpling?" Sang Feiyu asked again.
"Meat dumplings look a bit like wontons, but the skin is also made of meat, very thin, and a bit crunchy when eaten."
Sang Feiyu couldn't help swallowing. Oh my God, how could she have been like this before?
She must be pregnant with a little cat.
"Then give me one serving of meat-filled swallows and one serving of lychee meat."
Sang Feiyu paid for the ticket and found a seat by the window.
She was lost in thought as she watched the people coming and going outside the window until a deep voice filled her ears, "Shizhi, I'm sorry, I'm late."
Sang Feiyu was about to tell the other party that he had recognized the wrong person, but a female reporter came in from behind him. Seeing them sitting at the same table, she stared at them with wide eyes, not daring to speak: "Aren't you the wife of Deputy Head Ning?"
"How can you have a secret meeting with a man outside?"
The female singer had a very loud voice, attracting the attention of several new guests.
The man who just sat down was shocked, his mouth trembling a little, "You...you are married?"
"Yes." Sang Feiyu responded calmly.
The man stood up like a spring and asked condescendingly, "You are married, why are you still here for a blind date?"
Sang Feiyu remained calm and said, "I didn't come here for a blind date. You recognized the wrong person. Before I could tell you that you recognized the wrong person, this strange woman interrupted me."
As Sang Feiyu spoke, he glanced at the woman who was speaking. Why did this person look familiar?
The man's face turned red, "You are not Li Aihong's?"
"No." Sang Feiyu responded.
The man felt as if all the blood in his body was rushing to his head, and he felt indescribably embarrassed.
If he hadn't met his blind date yet, he would have wanted to flee from here immediately.
The waiter came over with a plate of meat dumplings and said to the woman in a sarcasm, "She's here to eat, why are you making such a fuss?"
"Is it possible that you are the only one who can come to eat, and others can't come?"
Qiao Yan's face turned pale and then green. She didn't expect it was just a misunderstanding. She pursed her lips tightly, and her nails were about to pierce her palms.
Nan Zhizhi always felt that the waiter was teasing him, so he quickly said to Sang Feiyu: "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
He hurriedly sat down at a table farthest from Sang Feiyu. His clothes were already soaked with sweat. Today's blind date didn't start well!
Qiao Yan was about to go to the front to order food, but was stopped by Sang Feiyu, "Zhi, you haven't apologized to me yet."
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