Xiao Jinhan looked down at her, taking in all the coquettish expressions on her face.
Her appearance was charming, and her eyes were mischievous.
His expression grew increasingly somber, his dark chestnut pupils seemingly shrouded in an indelible layer of ink, yet also utterly aloof.
Tang Yaoyao pouted and gave a soft hum: "As expected, Fourth Master Xiao is aloof and can't take a joke."
After saying that, she took a step back, sat down, looked around, and slowly leaned back in the bamboo chair, a leisurely smile curving her lips: "Fourth Master Xiao brought me here, surely nothing happened?"
"I'll treat you to a meal."
Tang Yaoyao looked at him, and apart from being aloof, she didn't seem to have any other ill intentions.
I thought to myself, this might be his sincere way of thanking me.
She smiled slowly, pursing her lips: "Fourth Master, your way of inviting people to dinner is truly unique."
"You'll like this shop."
His voice was very sincere, and it seemed that he was taking this meal very seriously.
Tang Yaoyao asked, puzzled, "Why are you suddenly inviting me to dinner?"
Xiao Jinhan didn't keep them in suspense, his voice low and cool: "It's about what happened last night."
Tang Yaoyao shrugged, her smile tinged with a hint of cynicism, her eyes revealing a deeper, more cunning glint: "If Fourth Master wants to thank me, a simple word would suffice; why bother inviting me to dinner?"
“I already said that last night.” Xiao Jinhan pursed his lips, his gaze deepening.
Tang Yaoyao was slightly taken aback; he remembered the events of last night very clearly.
He did thank him.
What a boring and indifferent man; he would never say something he's already said.
Tang Yaoyao didn't press further: "Can we serve the food? I'm really... hungry."
I'm so hungry and sleepy. I need to get a good night's sleep when I get back to the set.
At this moment, the waiter arrived and opened the pot lid in the middle of the table.
Because of Xiao Jinhan's words, Tang Yaoyao became very interested in the food and looked over.
There was a hole in the table, and underneath it was all burning charcoal.
charcoal fire……
At this moment, the waiter took a roasted rabbit and placed it on the grill.
Instantly, a fragrant aroma filled the room.
Tang Yaoyao's usual languid expression froze at this moment. She stared at the delicious food in front of her for a long while before finally reacting: "Original-quality roasted rabbit!!!"
"Yes, miss, our shop is probably older than you."
Tang Yaoyao felt even hungrier.
Grilled rabbit...
This aura... it's from so long ago...
In a daze, she saw her past life; she was still a little fox, hopping and skipping behind her benefactor.
When she got hungry, she wouldn't move. She would roll around on the spot, act cute and charming. Her benefactor felt sorry for her and sat down to rest, roasting a rabbit for her.
Foxes should love eating chickens, but she has a special fondness for rabbits.
The aroma of charcoal grilling wafted over once more, and Tang Yaoyao smiled, her nose tingling with emotion.
She really misses her benefactor.
I'll follow my heart for a thousand years, waiting for someone who will never return...
Seeing the hint of disappointment in her eyes, Xiao Jinhan frowned slightly, his voice still deep: "Don't you like it?"
Tang Yaoyao snapped out of her thoughts, revealed a sweet smile, sniffed, suppressed her emotions, and curled her red lips: "I like it very much."
As she spoke, Tang Yaoyao reached out and tore off a rabbit leg: "Old Xiao, let me tell you, the best part of a rabbit is its legs."
I took a big bite, and my mouth was full of flavor.
Tang Yaoyao sighed, "Delicious!"
Xiao Jinhan watched her eat with relish, then glanced at the dark, unappetizing thing. The look in his eyes was hard to describe.
Tang Yaoyao blinked her beautiful fox-like eyes: "Why aren't you eating?"
Xiao Jinhan, holding his teacup, said, "I don't like eating rabbit meat."
Tang Yaoyao snorted lightly, a hint of contempt in her eyes, and a strong foxy charm in her smile. She licked the scallion from the corner of her mouth before lazily saying, "As expected of the fourth master of the Xiao family, you're used to a life of luxury. It's not that you don't like eating rabbit, it's that you think charcoal-grilled food is dirty."
He didn't speak, which seemed to be his tacit agreement.
He sat opposite her, wearing a spotless white shirt, and even his dark chestnut eyes were aloof and otherworldly as he looked at her calmly.
They didn't seem to understand why she liked to eat such unclean food.
Seeing his expression, Tang Yaoyao suddenly remembered when she was still a fox, she would place roasted rabbit meat in front of her benefactor and let him eat it.
He never ate it.
This habit has been going on for many years.
He had never eaten it before. Later, she vaguely realized that her benefactor didn't like charcoal-grilled food because he thought it was dirty.
Men who love to wear white clothes are indeed all germaphobes.
It was better if Xiao Jinhan didn't eat; she loved eating alone, and soon she finished the whole rabbit.
That felt great.
Rabbits taste best when grilled over charcoal.
Tang Yaoyao lazily closed her eyes, wiped her mouth and hands with a hot towel, and rubbed her chubby belly before slightly opening one eye to look at him.
"Old Xiao, aren't you hungry if you don't eat lunch?"
"Are you full?" Xiao Jinhan asked instead of answering, his gaze gradually turning indifferent, devoid of any warmth.
Tang Yaoyao was slightly taken aback. What did she say?
How could Xiao Laosi'er change his mind faster than turning the pages of a book?
Moreover, he always seemed to exude an intriguing aura, as if he had some ulterior motive from the very beginning.
Tang Yaoyao nodded, curious to see what he was up to: "I'm full."
Xiao Jinhan sat up straight, crossed his hands, and looked at her with slightly narrowed eyes. His eyes were as bright as a vast starry sky, but it was impossible to see what was hidden inside.
Holy crap...
Why did she feel that Xiao Lao Si's gaze was like that of someone settling scores after the fact?
Xiao Jinhan's voice was deep: "Now that you've eaten, Miss Tang, let's talk about what happened last night."
last night?
Tang Yaoyao looked at him with some suspicion: "You've already thanked me and even treated me to lunch. Is there any other problem?"
Xiao Jinhan frowned deeply, toying with the teacup in his hand, exuding a dangerous aura.
Tang Yaoyao immediately felt that she had been deceived.
This man wasn't thanking her; he was simply treating her to a meal.
It was all about diplomacy first, then force.
However, she recalled that she didn't seem to have done anything last night.
A cold smile played in Xiao Jinhan's eyes, his voice tinged with sarcasm: "Has Miss Tang always had such a good memory?"
Tang Yaoyao: "..."
So this scumbag never intended to thank him at all.
She lowered her voice: "Old Fourth Xiao, you..."
Suddenly, Xiao Jinhan's long eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his deep voice rose gently at the end as he interrupted her unhurriedly: "Miss Tang, are your hands still cold today after you warmed them up?"
Tang Yaoyao: "..."
Why does this sentence evoke such vivid imagery?
Suddenly, I remembered her lewd behavior last night.
My hands felt really warm when I covered them with my hands.
Depend on!!!
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