Chapter 165: line with translation of chapter title

They changed their license plates, which has little to do with Tushan Jiu.

The table ahead, whether those few college students or He Zheyuan and his group, is the same.

She kept her gaze on He Zheyuan because of that mass of dark qi on him.

That is the yin qi of a starved ghost.

I guess He Qian has recently taken in some shady things again.

Heh, his skill isn't much, so he naturally lacks that diamond drill, yet he still wants to eat this quick‑money bowl of rice.

Back then, why did he wash his hands midway? Others don't know why, but doesn't he himself know?

Tushan Jiu withdrew her thoughts; those have nothing to do with her, she only wants her Sword Debt.

Soon, the broadcast announced again, there was a new seat, and the waiter came to lead Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu to the designated spot.

Coincidentally, her and Xie Shiyu's seats are right next to theirs.

Originally He Zheyuan wanted to eat, but just after stepping out of the rest area a moment, he no longer felt hungry, and even smelling the food made him a bit nauseous.

His brows were almost knotted together; he really couldn't figure out why.

At that moment, Xie Shiyu led Tushan Jiu, and with the waiter's guidance they came over here.

He Zheyuan saw Tushan Jiu and was involuntarily drawn by her clean, gentle aura; his gaze lingered on her several times without even noticing Xie Shiyu holding her hand.

Actually, it's not just him; everyone loves beauty, and even girls like to glance twice at a girl with a good demeanor.

Manli beside He Zheyuan also had a moment of daze when she saw Tushan Jiu, simply dressed yet not hiding her aura.

However, Tushan Jiu, feeling their gazes, did not look at them but instead ordered dishes with the waiter.

Taking the menu, she recommended to Xie Shiyu, "These, these, and these are what I always order when I come; they're delicious and also the house's signature."

Xie Shiyu joked, "This is your turf, you call the shots; you pick what you want, I'll eat what you pick—choose what you like."

"Alright, I'll order; just wait to taste whether it's good or not!" Tushan Jiu smiled confidently.

She ordered four big pots, two spicy, two mild.

During this time together, she also noticed Xie Shiyu's taste preferences.

His palate is relatively light, so she worried he might not handle spice, thus she ordered him two mild pots.

She can eat anything; she loves both spicy and mild.

She also added some side dishes and ordered five bowls of rice—Xie Shiyu one bowl, she four bowls.

The waiter asked if anyone else would come later, and whether they needed extra place settings.

Tushan Jiu said no, nobody is coming.

He Zheyuan and the others beside him were all bewildered.

The six of them had only ordered three big pots.

The two of them ordered four pots, not to mention five bowls of rice!

He Zheyuan frowned, but not because he heard the other side ordering a lot.

He felt like eating again.

His gaze shifted back to Tushan Jiu; he recalled that there were quite a few people in the rest area earlier, and since she came after them, that meant she had also been in the rest area—he just hadn't noticed because he was replying to his mother's message.

He Zheyuan's gaze then turned to Xie Shiyu, who was sitting opposite Tushan Jiu and pouring her juice.

When he saw Xie Shiyu's face, he suddenly froze.

How could he feel so familiar with it?

But he didn't care; love whoever you love.

He now just wanted to verify something.

So he suddenly stood up, startling everyone.

"Move aside, I'm going out for a bit."

They were on a semicircular sofa; he sat in the middle, with Manli beside him; if he went out, they'd have to get up to let him pass.

The other few guys exchanged glances, their eyes full of mischief.

They'd been following He Zheyuan for a long time, so they naturally knew his preferences.

The girl diagonally opposite, whether in looks or demeanor, completely matched his type.

Just now they'd felt it a pity, but upon seeing she had a boyfriend…

And her boyfriend's aura also seemed out of the ordinary—he looked somewhat unfamiliar.

After all, Yun Shi is that big; they've been hanging with He Zheyuan for three or four years, so they know everyone well.

As it turned out, they really heard that man tell that woman, "This is your turf."

Clearly, he is not a local.

If he isn't a local, then Young Master He needn't worry at all.

A strong dragon can't overwhelm a local snake; the He Family is precisely that local snake in Yun Shi!

They also all stood up, preparing to create momentum for He Zheyuan.

But nobody expected that He Zheyuan wouldn't go to the neighboring table; instead he walked outward.

Everyone looked at each other, wondering what that meant—was he not eating?

Several people hurriedly prepared to follow.

But as soon as they moved, they saw He Zheyuan stop again and walk back.

And his face bore a strange, inexplicable smile.

He Zheyuan glanced at Tushan Jiu, a determined light flashing in his eyes.

He had already verified earlier; it wasn't his illusion—that girl really is his "medicine"!

In that case, he must snatch her away!

Maybe the stare was too strong, Tushan Jiu felt irritated; she turned her head straight to meet He Zheyuan's gaze and said, "What are you looking at?"

He Zheyuan didn't expect Tushan Jiu to be so blunt.

He put on a smile he thought was handsome, walked over to Tushan Jiu without even looking at Xie Shiyu, took out his phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Tushan Jiu, saying:

"You look nice, beautiful. I'm He Zheyuan, the youngest son of He Qian of He Auction House. Can we get acquainted?"

Tushan Jiu smiled: "You might have the wrong person; the one you want to meet probably isn't me."

He Zheyuan didn't quite understand what Tushan Jiu said.

"What do you mean by that?"

This time it wasn't Tushan Jiu speaking but Xie Shiyu, his tone slightly cool: "Literally, we're about to eat; could you move aside?"

He Zheyuan and his companions were about to say something when a server from behind called out for them to make way, as the dishes were coming.

Smelling that aroma, He Zheyuan felt his stomach growling, as if he hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.

He thought he'd eat first anyway—she couldn't escape his grasp—he'd look for her after the meal.

Tushan Jiu glanced at the cluster of dark energy not far away that she didn't dare approach, then looked at the aura unconsciously emanating from Xie Shiyu.

Tsk, having a boyfriend sure is handy.