Unable to get a response from her, Zhang Youye wasn't in a hurry. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he exhaled a puff of smoke.
Then, he leisurely picked up his phone and typed a message asking Bo Zai how the editing of today's skydiving video was going.
My dear young master, it won't be that quick yet. It'll probably be evening; there are other guests waiting too.
I told you to hire more editors. One guy alone can't handle the workload.
Okay, okay, I'll recruit tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll send it to you around tonight.
Just as I put down my phone, the waiter pushed open the door to serve the food.
After making room for the waiter to put the food in, Zhang Youye said, "I'll send you the video tonight."
"Will we only be able to see it at night?" Shu Yi was a little anxious, as it was her first time skydiving.
"Well, Bozai only has one editor, and there's a lot of foot traffic, so we'll have to wait a bit longer."
After replying "I know," Shuyi waited for the pot, which was steaming with white mist, to boil before busily adding ingredients to the pot.
Seeing that Zhang Youye wasn't eating, she asked, "Why aren't you eating? Aren't you hungry?"
I was busy talking to Grandpa Shu on the phone earlier and forgot to tell her that I don't really like spicy food.
Looking at the red soup pot in front of him, he swallowed hard. Not wanting to spoil her mood, Zhang Youye gritted his teeth and picked up his chopsticks.
Unaware of Zhang Youye's unusual behavior, she casually picked up a piece of cooked fresh beef with her chopsticks and put it into his bowl.
Shu Yi gestured for him to eat quickly.
"It's piping hot, eat it quickly, it's so tender."
As he stuffed the beef into his mouth, the spiciness shot straight to the top of his head. He forced himself to endure the heat and gasped for breath.
"You really like spicy food?"
Nodding, Shuyi was still busy serving him food.
"Yeah, I've loved it since I was little, but Grandpa doesn't seem to eat spicy food much. The dishes at the Shu family's house are all bland, and they make my mouth feel so bland."
Taking advantage of her looking down and not paying attention, he quickly tilted his head back and drank the water in one gulp, then continued to open his mouth without changing his expression.
"I like it, I really like it. If you want to eat hot pot in the future, just tell me and I'll bring you again."
"Okay, anyway, you're the only person I know in Jingnan. If I'm craving something to eat in the future, I can only ask you for help."
As she spoke, Shu Yi raised her hand and dumped the food dripping with red chili oil into his bowl again.
"If you like it so much, then eat more. It's my treat after all. Come on, keep eating."
We were only halfway through our hot pot meal.
Zhang Youye's lips had turned a deep crimson.
I noticed him asking for water and wiping his sweat, and I also noticed his red lips, which looked like they were covered in lipstick.
I thought to myself that the young master didn't really like spicy food.
How could it be so spicy?
"Drinking ice water won't relieve the spiciness." Shu Yi shook her head helplessly. "Add some more sesame oil to your soup dish first, and I'll go get you a bottle of yogurt now."
Watching Shu Yi leave through the door, Zhang Youye, whose eyes were stung by the spiciness, quickly stood up from his chair.
Unable to stop his burning mouth from spitting fire, he paced back and forth in the private room a few times, and could only wipe his sweat with his shirt while venting his anger at the air conditioner vent.
Judging that Shu Yi would be back soon, he quickly returned to his position.
When Shu Yi returned to the private room with the yogurt, Zhang Youye was still happily munching on it.
Seeing that he was eating with relish, Shu Yi quietly placed the yogurt next to him and picked up her chopsticks on her own.
Continue pouring into the steaming, red-hot pot.
I carefully prepared the dishes for him.
...
My first time eating hot pot.
Not only were my lips burning from the spiciness, but I also ate until I was stuffed.
However, this can be considered a connection to Shu Yi's first skydive.
Thinking about it, Zhang Youye subconsciously grinned, his lips turning bright red, and silently looked up at Shu Yi.
After patiently waiting for her to finish eating, he, who had been so full that he almost vomited, finally recovered.
After finishing the hot pot.
Remembering Grandpa Shu's instructions to take her around Jingnan, Shu Yi spoke up first.
"I'm full and want to sleep. I've had enough fun. Send me back."
"How about we go somewhere else? We still have plenty of time," Zhang Youye tried to persuade them to stay.
After finishing our hot pot meal, it was almost eight o'clock.
Through the private room window, the pitch-black darkness outside was already enveloped in neon lights, and Shu Yi shook her head.
"Maybe next time, I'm quite tired today."
Seeing her resolute attitude, Zhang Youye did not try to stop her. He got up, picked up his coat, and the two of them left.
...
The car sped along in the night.
As driver Zhang Youye dropped her off at the entrance of her ancestral home, Shu Yi turned back to give him some final words of advice before getting out of the car.
"Don't forget to send me the video."
Zhang Youye did not get out of the car. He placed his large palms naturally on the steering wheel and gave a slow, unhurried "hmm".
"I'll send you the video as soon as I receive it. You've had a long afternoon, so go home and get some rest."
His gaze remained fixed on her graceful figure until she entered the foyer. Zhang Youye narrowed his eyes, casually took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
Just as he was about to start the car, a shout came from beside him: "Young Master Yuno! Wait a minute! Don't go yet!"
It was Djokovic who strode out of the foyer.
Behind him followed Wei Bo.
He then turned off the engine, got out of the car, and casually lifted his leg to walk up to Wei Bo, holding a cigarette between his fingers, to ask him a question.
"Uncle Wei, what's wrong?"
"Young Master Youye, have you forgotten the old master's instructions? The guest rooms have been prepared long ago. Why don't you stay at the Shu family's house tonight? That way, we can take the second young lady out for a stroll tomorrow."
I thought Grandpa Shu was just saying it casually.
I never expected it to actually happen.
The graceful figure that had just left was still lingering in his mind. He bent the fingertips holding the cigarette between his fingers and rubbed his temples. Zhang Youye smiled slightly, a helpless chuckle on his lips.
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