The inexplicable trust made Qi Yan and Jiang Shui feel a little awkward. They both turned their faces away and didn't look at each other.

Jiang Shui drove here this time. Qi Yan sat in his car and moved uncomfortably: "You still have a car..."

"Yeah." Jiang Shui said, "Let's go to another place to eat today."

Qi Yan still had some aftertastes of the delicious food yesterday. Hearing that they changed the place this time, Qi Yan was a little excited.

The Jiang family is a big family, and the family business has been passed down from generation to generation. Jiang Shui is considered a rich second generation. Qi Yan shouldn't be uncomfortable if he is given a small car. In the end, it seems that Qi Yan didn't treat Jiang Shui as a rich second generation when he invited him to dinner yesterday, so he felt uncomfortable when he suddenly found out that he had a car.

Jiang Shui's car is not a particularly luxurious car, but a very ordinary, white-collar car with good performance and practicality.

To be honest, even if Qi Yan has an art gallery and lives in an apartment in the city center, it can't cover up the fact that he doesn't have spare money to buy a car for the time being.

- He is not as tall as others; his family is not as good as others; his craftsmanship is not as good as others; others have cars, but he can't even afford one .

After Qi Yan compared with Jiang Shui, he felt like a poor little guy in the era of national strength.

"How much is your car?" Qi Yan began to inquire. Although he didn't have spare money, he could buy one with a loan!

Jiang Shui seemed to think for a while before he remembered and said, "More than 300,000."

"It's really not expensive..." Qi Yan murmured, "By the way, where are you going to take me to eat? Or is it a specialty?"

Jiang Shui didn't say anything, but handed a piece of paper next to the seat to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan took the paper in confusion. On it was a row of handwritten...restaurant names?

"What is this?" Qi Yan looked at the rows of names he had never heard of in confusion: "Do you want to go or let me choose?"

"Eat all of them." Jiang Shui said: "Eat all of these restaurants."

"Now?!" Qi Yan's voice became louder: "It will probably be a month after you finish eating, right? I'm not going to do anything to accompany you to eat?"

"Eat at one restaurant a day." When they ran into a red light, Jiang Shui stopped the car steadily, then took the paper from Qi Yan's hand and pointed to the first name in the first row: "Eat at this restaurant today."

After that, he stuffed the paper back into Qi Yan's hand.

When the car stopped outside the restaurant, Qi Yan was still confused. Holding the white paper with the names of more than 30 restaurants written on it, Qi Yan couldn't calm down for a long time.

- What is this? Long-term dining friend? !

Qi Yan came back to his senses only after he sat down. He looked at Jiang Shui blankly and ordered food. After the waiter left, he found his voice again.

"...Are you a child who lacks love?"

Jiang Shui raised his head in surprise, looked at him for a long time, and then said, "No."

"Then your family can't get together for dinner?" Qi Yan asked again.

Jiang Shui thought about the bustling scene at home, his uncle, aunt and his father playing mahjong, and shook his head honestly: "No, we can eat together every day."

"Oh." Qi Yan responded with understanding, put the tablecloth and tableware aside, and then suddenly said: "Then why did you take me to eat? I don't seem to know you very well."

Jiang Shui's face showed a look of understanding. He lazily poured himself a glass of red wine, shook it by his hand, but was not in a hurry to drink it.

"Because you look delicious when you eat."

Qi Yan: "???" What's the matter with this weird reason? And what the hell is "looking delicious"? You are sexually harassed! I can sue you!

Refusing to admit that he blushed, Qi Yan lowered his head and stammered, "What nonsense are you talking about! Just wait for the meal. If you hadn't treated me, I wouldn't have come to eat with you..."

[The male protagonist's favorability towards Qi Yan +5, current favorability: 25]

Unlike the restaurant yesterday, today's is a unique Western restaurant. The first dish served was crab meat. Qi Yan was not the kind of person who was very particular about food, and he didn't understand why there was a seafood dish before the main course. Anyway, he ate whatever was served.

In front of Jiang Shui was a cod fillet. Qi Yan looked at the crab meat that had been picked and glazed on his plate, and silently moved towards the direction of Jiang Shui.

"Let me taste yours." Qi Yan was very interested in the cod fillet. The white and tender fish meat was roasted to a crispy outside and tender inside.

Compared to seafood with shells, Qi Yan still prefers eating fish.

Jiang Shui changed the plate without hesitation: "The crab meat in sauce tastes better than the cod fillet."

Seeing Jiang Shui stuffing the crab meat into his mouth, Qi Yan regretted it too late. Looking at the cod fillet in front of him, Qi Yan shed a handful of bitter tears in his heart.

The two of them were speechless, and the action of eating blocked all conversation.

After eating the fish fillet, Qi Yan saw Jiang Shui wiping the corners of his lips elegantly, and imitated him and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

"You don't have to be like this." Jiang Shui took a look and said in a deep voice: "Just be yourself."

Qi Yan paused while wiping the corner of his mouth: "...This is a western restaurant, you have to pretend!"

"But if you pretend too much, you won't have the initial enthusiasm for tasting the food." Jiang Shui shook his head disapprovingly: "You look really good when you eat, you don't need to deliberately do anything so-called etiquette."

"Hey, hey, hey, you sound like you know a lot..." Qi Yan rolled his eyes: "By the way, why did you come to me again today? You couldn't have come just to watch me eat..."

Then you are really perverted.

Qi Yan didn't say the rest.

Jiang Shui took a sip of red wine, and opened his thin lips with a layer of red watery light, saying: "I went earlier than you."

Qi Yan was stunned, and asked uncertainly: "What?"

"I went to the gallery when it opened." Jiang Shui's voice was light, as if describing a very ordinary thing.

Qi Yan didn't want to find out the purpose of a person who was not a teacher, a student, or a senior leader going to the gallery so early, because even if he did, Jiang Shui might not tell him.

Jiang Shui really didn't say any reason, just said it without a beginning or an end.

"I like the atmosphere there very much, I can meditate on many things."

It is really rare to find a quiet and warm place around you. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who choose to stay alone in their rooms. Even if they spend a whole day there, they wouldn't feel bored.

The gallery is indeed a clean place. There is only the fragrance of ink and calligraphy, not the coppery smell of money that can be smelled everywhere.

This is exactly why Qi Yan chose to open this gallery.

Jiang Shui likes it there for a reason.