Huanhuan, who was behind him, was so scared that his face turned pale.
Fortunately, the restaurant we found was not very far away, and we arrived at the restaurant in less than ten minutes.
Tang Xiaobao parked the car, helped Huanhuan down, and asked, "Are you okay?"
Huanhuan waved her hands and didn't dare to speak for fear of vomiting, but she leaned against the wall and squatted on the side, gasping for breath.
Tang Xiaobao felt ashamed and a little guilty.
It took a long time for Huanhuan to come back to her senses.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been driving so fast."
Tang Xiaobao sincerely apologized.
"It's okay. I'm fine now."
Huanhuan is quite generous.
The two entered the restaurant and found a seat by the window. No one could recognize them anyway, and Tang Xiaobao was not afraid of being photographed secretly.
After ordering a few dishes that Huanhuan liked, Tang Xiaobao quietly asked Lan Nu what she wanted to eat, but the latter refused to eat it even if he was beaten to death.
She had eaten enough at the God of Cookery restaurant today, and it would probably last her a long time.
While eating, Tang Xiaobao started chatting with Huanhuan.
He was not at all arrogant and really acted like an older brother. Soon, Huanhuan was no longer as restrained as before.
Through chatting, Tang Xiaobao learned that Huanhuan was from another place and worked here alone. She was a typical migrant worker in Beijing and rented a house in a community in the Fifth Ring Road. Because her family conditions were not very good, she had to set aside a large part of her monthly earnings to send home to supplement household expenses.
Seeing how sensible she was, Tang Xiaobao really liked this sensible little sister. He tentatively asked, "Do you need my help? For example, to find you a better job? Or to lend you some money?"
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