Lin Zitong looked at the fish swimming leisurely in the glass tank and frowned slightly.

Zhong Shaoqing's eyes turned slightly, coughed lightly, and motioned for Lin Zitong to follow him.

In the end, Zhong Shaoqing took Lin Zitong to a tea restaurant.

The hall has four pillars that are as clear as crystal, and the floor of the hall is made of transparent glazed panels.

The two sat down facing each other in an elegant box.

"Why aren't the waiters here gossiping at all?"

The two celebrities came here to eat together, especially Zhong Shaoqing, who didn't hide it, didn't wear sunglasses or masks, just like that, the real person was face-to-face, and those waiters didn't have any abnormal reactions.

If I were a waiter in another restaurant, I would have been so excited that my eyes would have been starry.

"The owner of this shop was also a star when he was young." Zhong Shaoqing stretched out his hand and poured some tea, and replied lightly: "Because I am also a star, I understand the inconvenience of celebrities." So I deliberately opened this tea restaurant with strong privacy. The waiters are trained and very professional. ”

Privacy and security were guaranteed, and Lin Zitong's frowning brows finally relaxed.

In fact, Zhong Shaoqing has always liked this quiet and elegant environment, and such a tea restaurant is a good place for chatting, especially suitable for talking.

It's too much! He just thought that he was taking her to a food stall to deliberately make her happy.

The four walls of the interior are hung with ink calligraphy and paintings, and the roof seems to be made of transparent crystal glass.

The lights of the tea restaurant are dreamy purple, making Zhong Shaoqing's face more and more handsome.

He unfolded the menu and looked at it, and reported the name of the dish to a little girl in a cheongsam.

"Shrimp dumplings, beef cheong rolls, wonton, mille-feuille, donkey rolling."

When Lin Zitong heard the snack of 'donkey rolling' from his mouth, he was slightly stunned.

When the waiter left the box, she asked with a bit of surprise, "Is there a donkey rolling here?" ”

Zhong Shaoqing seemed to have expected her to be surprised, and Junrong had a hint of pleasure: "Well, the taste is very authentic." ”

The waiter served the food very quickly, and when he saw the donkey rolling, Lin Zitong's eyes lit up.

All her attention was drawn to it, and she actually buried her head in the feast regardless of the image.

It's been a long time since I've eaten this delicacy.

When he looked up to wipe his hands with a tissue, he looked at Zhong Shaoqing by the way, and saw that he looked elegant and calm, and smiled at her.

Seeing that he was smiling inexplicably, she fixed her mind and asked, "What's wrong?" Do I look ugly when I eat? ”

He was still smiling, but his eyes were sincere: "It's not ugly, it's just a little bit like an African refugee." ”

Lin Zitong was about to put a fast donkey rolling into his mouth, and when he heard his question, he immediately put it down, and smiled shyly: "This donkey rolling, I liked to eat it very much when I was a child." Later, after moving from the north to the south with my mother, I only ate it once, and I never ate it again. It must have been more than ten years. ”

He nodded slightly, sighing as if nostalgic: "The donkey rolling in this tea restaurant is exactly the same taste as I remember." ”

Lin Zitong heard his voice, looked at him with a serious expression and asked, "You also like to eat this?" ”

Zhong Shaoqing's eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness, and he muttered as if he was missing: "Well, like you, I ate it once more than ten years ago, and I have never forgotten it since." ”

As the words fell, he stared at her, his eyes bursting with a warm glow.

How I wish you were a delicacy, I made a vacuum box, and kept you fresh in my heart forever.