Murong Jin looked at the smile on his face and said, "Let's go then, my little boyfriend."
"Oh??~~"
At the barbecue restaurant, Murong Jin handed the menu to Di Junlan, saying, "Just order whatever you want to eat."
Emperor Junlan hummed in agreement, "I won't show any mercy!"
Murong Jin chuckled, "Alright, I'm rich now, I can still afford to support Junlan."
With a smile in his eyes, Di Junlan chose what he liked to eat, as did Murong Jin. The two had similar tastes, but he didn't like cilantro, which had a strange taste... and celery too.
But my sister isn't picky about anything; she can eat anything.
"Sister, am I a picky eater?"
Murong Jin: "No, many people don't like these two kinds of food, so they dislike them. It's not because they are picky eaters."
"I see."
"Yes, I had a patient like that before. After eating a bite of cilantro or celery, his stomach would churn, he would feel unwell, and he would feel like vomiting..."
"This is because of the smell of these two things. There is a smell called aromatic hydrocarbon in the smell, which causes an allergic reaction. That's why the smell makes me feel nauseous and my body rejects it."
"Besides allergic reactions, there are also physiological reactions."
"If you don't like it, then don't eat it. So I won't force you to eat what you don't like."
Di Junlan nodded. "I see."
The table was covered with the dishes they had ordered. After taking photos, Di Junlan finally came to Murong Jin and asked, "Sister, may I include you in the photo?"
"sure."
I sat there and took a group photo with Emperor Junlan.
Then the little guy started typing away, probably posting on WeChat Moments or in the family group chat.
Murong Jin's barbecue: pork belly, octopus tentacles, crayfish, and all sorts of vegetables...
After taking a bite, Di Junlan exclaimed, "Sister, it tastes pretty good!"
"This place has good ratings for affordable barbecue."
They ordered dishes that were all around the same price, but actually, they just ordered a lot of them.
Despite his frail physique, Emperor Junlan's appetite is not to be underestimated.
Murong Jin was no exception; she always adhered to the principle of not wasting food.
Two hours later, Di Junlan wiped his mouth, took a sip of milk, and then looked at the wine on the table opposite him.
I'd like to give it a try.
But I don't dare to drink it.
Murong Jin raised an eyebrow slightly. "Wait for me here."
When Murong Jin returned after paying, she was carrying a slightly tipsy drink.
"I'll drink it when I get home."
"Oh~"
"Sister, how much did our meal cost?"
Murong Jin smiled and said, "Not much."
Di Junlan didn't ask any more questions. He bought some things and brought them back, including a Santa Claus hat, which he put directly on Di Junlan's head.
"Sister, will the kind-hearted Santa Claus come to my room tonight?"
Murong Jin put the hat on his head. "Santa Claus won't, but your fiancée might."
Emperor Junlan's ears turned red, and he shyly called out to her, "Sister..."
"Haha, I'm just kidding. Let's go home."
"good."
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