Song Qingchun and Su Zhinian picked a innermost position and sat down face to face.

Soon, a waitress came over with two menus, Song Qingchun pushed one of them in front of Su Zhinian, and then opened the rest of the menu by herself.

There were only two people, and in the middle of the night, Song Qingchun only ordered four more home-cooked dishes, then stopped, then raised his head and asked Su Zhinian: "What do you want to eat?" ”

Su Zhinian didn't have the habit of eating in the middle of the night, so he didn't open the menu at all, and after hearing Song Qingchun's question, he turned his head directly to the waiter and said, "A cup of mocha coffee." ”

"Yes, sir." After the waiter wrote it down, he turned his head and glanced at Song Qingchun: "Miss, do you want something to drink?" ”

Song Qingchun flipped through the drink list, chose a cup of hot milk tea for himself, and then beckoned to the waiter, holding the mobile phone screen and not knowing what to show the waiter, the waiter nodded with a smile, then put away the menu and left.

Soon, the waitress who had just ordered the food came over with a small cart, and a round tray was placed on the cart, and a Western food insulation lid was also covered with it. Domineering president, please divorce!

Most of the tea restaurants will have thermal lids, but when the dishes are served, the waiter will help lift the lid and take it away after reporting the name of the dish, but the waiter not only did not report the name of the dish, nor did he lift the insulated lid, but just put the tray in the center of the table, folded his hands on his abdomen, smiled and bowed, said "please use it slowly", and turned away.

Su Zhinian stared at the departing waiter, frowned slightly, and was just about to open his mouth to call the waiter, but Song Qingchun picked up his mobile phone, glanced at the time, and exclaimed inexplicably: "Oops, there are only five minutes left." ”

Su Zhinian's eyebrows moved slightly, and before he could ask Song Qingchun anything, there were only five minutes left, and Song Qingchun stood up from his seat and stretched out his hand to lift the insulation cover on the tray.

A delicate cake about six inches in size slowly fell into Su Zhinian's eyes.

She just ordered some home-cooked food, not cake...... Su Zhinian raised his head in some surprise and looked at Song Qingchun.

Song Qingchun casually put the thermal insulation cover on the empty space on the table next to him, sat back on the soft sofa, and faced Su Zhinian's question, he did not speak in a hurry, but took his bag from the side, opened it, took out a delicately packaged royal blue box from it, and handed it to Su Zhinian: "Su Zhinian, happy birthday." "The Legend of the Han Palace

Su Zhinian's expression froze instantly, he stared at Song Qingchun and was slightly surprised for a while, before he blinked, and his eyes fell on the gift she was holding in his hand, and then he calmed down again, until the waiter pushed the cart over to serve the food, he came to his senses, stretched out his hand, took the gift box in Song Qingchun's hand, and said in a low and slow voice: "Thank you." ”

After the waiter finished serving the food and pushed the cart away, Su Zhinian carefully opened the gift.

Inside is an LV limited edition belt.

Song Qingchun looked at Su Zhinian and smiled slightly, and asked, "Do you like it?" ”

"Like ......" Su Zhinian's slender fingertips gently slid around the edge of the belt, then raised his head, stared at Song Qingchun's eyes, and said, "Thank you." ”