Chapter 224 Delicious Food Hidden in the Alley
Kong Wange also felt that she was being a bit unfair, and explained, "Uh, that's not what I meant. It's just that the children are waiting at home. I'm worried about you not going back, and they'll be anxious too."
"My family consists of my aunts and uncles, what's there to worry about?" Murong Ting said calmly. "Wanwan, just take care of yourself. It's almost eight o'clock, are you hungry? Let's go downstairs and have a meal together?"
He hadn't noticed until he mentioned it, but once he did, Kong Wange actually felt a bit hungry.
Murong Ting pressed his advantage, pursing his lips and saying, "I know a good little restaurant nearby that makes really good spicy crayfish. Shall we go eat there?"
Kong Wange looked at him with a mixture of belief and doubt: "Could it be that President Ting has also descended to the mortal world?"
Murong Ting scoffed, "Do you think I only eat Boston beef?"
Kong Wange shook her head: "No, I thought you only drank dew."
This man has been pampered since childhood, so it's hard to imagine him sitting in a small restaurant slurping crayfish.
Murong Ting rubbed his nose: "I'll take that as a compliment. But this restaurant's crayfish is really good. How about we go try it?"
Kong Wange thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's go."
Who could resist a bunch of cute, fresh, and spicy crayfish?
After leaving the hotel, Murong Ting led Kong Wange through a maze of alleyways. Just when Kong Wange was about to give up, he stopped.
"Wanwan, it's over there!"
Kong Wange looked ahead and sure enough, there was a restaurant. In the hot summer, many stalls had been set up outside, and each table had several plates of crayfish, some spicy, some savory, some garlicky, as well as a lot of beer and grilled skewers.
The surrounding area was bustling with noise, filled with the lively atmosphere of everyday life.
Kong Wange's appetite was almost instantly aroused.
She actually prefers spicy food, but after spending a lot of time with the children, she has gotten used to eating lighter meals like them.
Stepping inside, her taste buds were instantly awakened, and she felt every cell in her body begin to boil.
Murong Ting looked around and pulled her along, saying, "Wanwan, let's sit there!"
He led her to a slightly quieter corner and handed her the menu with practiced ease: "You order."
Kong Wange was somewhat surprised. At first, she thought Murong Ting was just saying it casually: "You come here often?"
Murong Ting shook his head: "I came here a lot when I was a child. I have a few friends in Kyoto, one of whom is named Tang Minghao. That guy loves to eat. He's willing to go to any restaurant, from high-end restaurants that cost six or seven figures to down-to-earth little eateries like this. He's the one who brought me to this restaurant."
He broke the chopsticks apart, smoothed out the rough edges, and placed them in front of Kong Wange: "This restaurant has been open for more than ten years. Although it is small, the food is really good. When I first came here, I was a little disgusted by the environment, but after eating here once, I couldn't care less. Whenever I go back to Kyoto, I will come here with my brothers to get together if we have nothing to do."
Kong Wange looked at Murong Ting in front of her and was speechless for a moment.
In her eyes, this man had always been a man of noble bearing.
But now, as he sits here with her, it's as if someone who has always lived in the clouds has suddenly become more down-to-earth, and has turned back into the Murong Ting she met at the Peony Residence.
I've never heard of you having any friends before.
"After my parents passed away, I lived with my maternal grandmother for a while. We met all the friends we met during that time. Later, I grew up and returned to Jiangcheng, so we got together less often. But we've always had a good relationship. I'll take you to meet them when I have the chance."
Kong Wange smiled but didn't reply.
Picking up the menu, she looked at it and said, "Let's order one spicy crayfish and one savory crayfish. What else do they have to offer?"
Murong Ting knew she was deliberately changing the subject, but he wasn't too upset. Anyway, there was still plenty of time, and he wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of patience.
With a smile in his eyes, he took the menu, his gaze lingering on the garlic crayfish next to it, and said, "Wanwan, change the soy sauce flavor to garlic. Garlic tastes better. Also, the maocai (a type of Sichuan hot pot) and boiled noodles are delicious. You can also mix the noodles into the crayfish broth."
Kong Wange didn't care whether it was garlic or soy sauce flavored. Except for cilantro, she was never picky about food. So, she naturally ordered a few more dishes that Murong Ting had circled.
A short while later, steaming hot crayfish were served.
Two large basins of bright red food filled Kong Wange's heart and made her feel better just looking at them.
Murong Ting saw her bright eyes and smiling lips, and his heart softened even more. He put on gloves, picked up a shrimp, and began to peel it.
He peeled several eggs but didn't eat any, which made Kong Wange look at him curiously.
The man was very skilled, and in no time the shrimp shells in front of him had piled up into a small mountain. He naturally pushed a bowl of peeled shrimp over.
Kong Wange was taken aback: "For me?"
Murong Ting gave a faint "hmm".
At this moment, Kong Wange couldn't describe her feelings. She had been independent and self-reliant since childhood and rarely asked others for help. This was the first time she had been taken care of like this by someone else.
She suppressed her emotions and said softly, "Thank you."
Then, he picked up his chopsticks and ate.
Upon seeing this, Murong Ting's smile deepened.
He started peeling the garlic crayfish again, but this time he kept some for himself and pushed the rest of the crayfish in front of Kong Wange.
Kong Wange had just finished eating when another bowl was placed in front of her. She said a little embarrassedly, "You should eat too, don't worry about me."
Murong Ting looked at her rosy lips, a little bit of sweat on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed.
He smiled and handed her a napkin.
"Um... thank you." Kong Wange was a little flustered by his thoughtfulness, and hurriedly took it and wiped it a few times.
Just then, Murong Ting suddenly stood up, bent down and swept across the table, bringing his face close to hers.
The man had a high nose bridge, strong eyebrows, and deep-set eyes.
In the midst of such a bustling and noisy crowd, her heartbeat unconsciously quickened.
Kong Wange leaned back uncomfortably, and asked nervously, "What...what are you doing?"
Murong Ting raised an eyebrow, and as if his hands had eyes, he casually reached into the drawer, pulled out a tissue, and gently wiped away the oil that hadn't been wiped from the corner of her mouth.
At the same time, she said with a mocking expression, "Wanwan, something's wrong with you. What are you thinking about?"
Kong Wange blushed slightly and awkwardly leaned back, but the man grabbed her neck and said, "Don't dodge, it's not clean yet."
Feeling the warmth emanating from the man's palm, Kong Wange felt as if she had been frozen in place.
A warm breeze blew gently, and she was particularly sensitive to the man's movements.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the man's long, clean fingers would occasionally brush against her cheek.
The touch sent a tingling, slightly itchy sensation through her, not unpleasant, but it made her feel a little uncomfortable.
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