Zhou Mo rolled his eyes at Song Yan helplessly.
Originally, the secret room was a great place to promote emotional communication. Song Yan's behavior clearly showed that he needed a "boyfriend" rather than a "girlfriend".
He had intended to give him a chance and let him behave well during the meal, but Song Yan turned around and sent him away, fearing that Ding Ning would stay for another second.
Zhou Mo sighed silently in his heart.
Sometimes, assists are indeed useful, and sometimes... it's useless.
Song Yan sent Ding Ning to the east gate of the University of Science and Technology, and waved goodbye to Ding Ning in a friendly manner, appearing very polite and courteous.
After the car turned around, Zhou Mo asked him, "Didn't you ask Xiao Ding if she was single before? Now I feel like she might get divorced at any time. You're destined to be alone forever."
Song Yan looked belatedly aware, "You want to bring us together?"
Zhou Mo: "What else?"
Song Yan smiled embarrassedly, "I really didn't think that much."
Zhou Mo: "You keep saying you're single, but you don't take any real action. You're just lying to me."
Song Yan: "Who lied to you? Don't you have to base your dating experience on chemistry? There's no chemistry between me and your junior sister."
Zhou Mo: "Who are you talking to?"
Song Yan: "This..."
Zhou Mo: "Alright, alright, I don't care. The more you talk, the more I feel like you're my mom."
Song Yan: "Hmm?"
Zhou Mo: "I'm urging you, just like my mother used to urge me."
Song Yan: “…”
I feel like I've missed a generation and have an extra "mother".
A WeChat message suddenly popped up on Zhou Mo's phone. It turned out that the secret room had sent surveillance footage with some "funny" excerpts. As expected, the highlight of each clip was on Song Yan.
Zhou Mo clicked on a few of them and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.
Song Yan was driving and couldn't see, so he was extremely anxious.
"No, I have to see it," Song Yan found a convenient seat, stopped the car, and immediately took out his cell phone.
When Song Yan saw himself running away in the video, his face turned green.
"Don't send the video out," Song Yan warned.
"I've saved it," Zhou Mo said, "If you ever make me unhappy, I'll forward it to my friends in a minute."
"You!" Song Yan gritted his teeth, "You are really my good friend."
"I'm your good friend. Didn't I protect you when we were playing the escape room just now?"
“…”
Although he was extremely unhappy that Zhou Mo had used his dark history in such a way, he had no idea what to do.
He is really afraid of ghosts...
"How about this, I'll treat you to a big meal," Song Yan said flatteringly, "Don't tell anyone about the secret room."
"You want to get rid of me with just a meal?" Zhou Mo snorted.
"So, what do you think we should do?"
"Let me think about it," Zhou Mo said again, "but today's meal—you treat."
"Okay!" Song Yan gritted his teeth, but had no choice but to agree.
Zhou Mo said nonchalantly, "Isn't it just that you're afraid of ghosts? Why are you afraid of others knowing?"
Song Yan: "You don't understand. If Han Chen and Lu Zhishu knew about this, they would laugh at me to death."
Zhou Mo: "I really don't understand."
Song Yan: "If you don't understand, keep it a secret for me."
Zhou Mo thought for a moment and asked, "Is it a man's damned desire to win?"
Song Yan smiled, "It seems you still understand."
Zhou Mo: "Then I have something on you, so won't that mean I can have free meals every day?"
Song Yan: "I've dug a hole for myself."
Zhou Mo chuckled twice, feeling very proud and satisfied.
The place Song Yan brought Zhou Mo to was an authentic private restaurant.
According to Song Yan, you can't come here just by having money.
The shop owner's identity is mysterious, and most of the customers he receives are local people from the capital. He rarely receives guests from other places.
Relationships, not money, are the entry threshold to this store.
The place is very remote, surrounded by courtyards. Cars can only drive to the main intersection, and if you want to come in, you can only walk.
The alley is paved with blue bricks, which are hard and uncomfortable to walk on. Local residents come and go around, most of whom are old men and women.
"Han Chen should bring you to this place," Song Yan said.
"Why?"
"He should be considered a native of the Imperial Capital. He must know this place," Song Yan said. "The food here is also authentic Imperial Capital cuisine. Anyway, I've eaten in so many places, and no place can make Imperial Capital cuisine better than this."
"So mysterious?" Zhou Mo also became curious.
"You'll know when you go in," Song Yan led her to an exquisitely decorated gate. The gate was not spacious, but it had two doors, with two conch-shaped beast faces holding rings.
Song Yan walked forward and pulled a door knocker and knocked on it.
A voice came from inside: "Here I come."
Afterwards, the bolt was opened from the inside.
A tall and thin boy asked politely, "Who are you looking for?"
Song Yan: "Three coins for good flowers, sliced cakes and ghost legs are noisy, a bowl of sweet porridge in the morning, then tea soup and noodle tea; cold fruit and fried cakes are sweet ears, hanging oven baked cakes are soft, fork-baked bread has just been sold, and hard dough is called "bobo"; shao mai wontons are piled on the plate, and the new rice dumplings with flour are added."
As if following some kind of secret code, the boy smiled and greeted respectfully, "Sir, please come in."
Zhou Mo then followed Song Yan, stepped over the threshold that could cause someone to trip and die, and walked into this seemingly ordinary courtyard.
It is ordinary, and it really is. There is nothing special about the exterior decoration. It has the same style and the same materials as the surrounding areas.
There was a large water tank in the middle of the yard. Zhou Mo took a look when he passed by and saw little koi in it.
Under the guidance of the boys, they were taken to one of the rooms.
The interior decoration is antique and somewhat similar to "Fighting for the Central Plains", but the various furnishings and tables, chairs and benches look older.
Various cakes were placed on a small round mahogany table with a diameter of more than one meter.
Zhou Mo sat down properly, and another waiter came over to pour tea and hand over the menu.
This time, Song Yan didn't let Zhou Mo order the dishes. He just waved his hand and solved the problem of ordering dishes quickly and efficiently.
He said he would bring her here to eat some good food, and he really kept his word.
Zhou Mo was visiting a place like this for the first time, so she was definitely not familiar with the menu. It would be difficult for her to choose randomly.
Song Yan handled the matter very efficiently and without embarrassing Zhou Mo.
I have to say, this person is really careful and reliable.
It’s a pity that I don’t have a girlfriend.
While the waiter was serving the dishes, Song Yan asked, "Can we be the only table together now?"
The waiter said, "There's one more table."
"Oh? Who?"
"You probably don't know him."
"Tell me about it, maybe we know each other."
"Director Qi and his classmates."
"Which Director Qi?"
"Just say you don't know him," the waiter said, "Mr. Lu has never met him."
"Whose people?" Song Yan thought for a moment and then changed the subject, "Where are they from?"
"Politics."
"What's the level?"
“He’s not a local official.”
"High or low?"
The waiter had a bitter smile on his face, as if he was having trouble expressing himself.
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