Chapter 1766: Some people can only be viewed from a distance, not up close 3

Because she had beautiful expectations, she didn't mind Zihan being late!

Zihan still apologized for his tardiness: "I'm sorry, I'm late. You've been waiting a long time, haven't you?"

"It's okay, I just arrived too."

"Good, let's order."

He called the waiter over, ordered three dishes at random, and then handed the menu to Wang Qing: "You order."

For two people eating, four dishes were enough; he had ordered three, all inexpensive home-style dishes.

Wang Qing's face felt a bit hot; she felt the way the waiter looked at her was off.

Actually, she was overthinking it; the waiter looked at her a couple of extra times simply because she was good-looking, with no other meaning.

But people who feel insecure inside are always prone to overthinking.

She brushed her hair back and asked elegantly: "Do you have Australian lobster here?"

Before the waiter could answer, Zihan frowned and said: "That stuff is dead expensive, the meat isn't tender, and it's not even as tasty as Xiaolong shrimp. Don't order it."

Wang Qing barely suppressed her anger and asked again: "What about the king crab?"

The waiter looked toward Zihan, and Zihan said quite naturally: "Too expensive, don't order these, and you don't like eating them anyway."

Wang Qing's expression turned ugly, and she snapped back irritably: "How do you know I don't like them?"

Zihan said: "You didn't like the seafood noodles at my older brother's shop, so you definitely don't like seafood. Since you don't eat it, why order these? Isn't that a waste of money?"

"I'm not eating, I'm not hungry."

She threw the menu onto the table in a fit of pique.

What was there even to order?

Although they had come to a high-end restaurant, he was ordering the cheapest home-style dishes, with not a single dish exceeding fifty yuan. He was clearly a top-tier second-generation rich kid, yet he was more stingy than a loser; Wang Qing felt an indescribable sense of stifling frustration.

"Not hungry? Alright, then that's it. Add two bowls of rice, one big and one small, thank you."

Zihan handed the menu back to the waiter and said "thoughtfully": "Even if you're not hungry, eat a little, so you don't get bored sitting there."

Wang Qing ignored him out of spite.

Soon, the food was served, and Sheng Zihan wolfed it down, eating with such relish!

He had been hungry for a long time.

After class, he had originally intended to go to the Cafeteria to eat before heading to the company, but he was urgently called to the company by his father to help handle some thorny issues.

The matter was indeed very thorny; he had been so busy he hadn't even had time to drink a sip of water, and after finishing, he felt his throat was parched and smoking.

He hurriedly gulped down a glass of water; his thirst was relieved, but his stomach started "rumbling."

He was hungry, very hungry.

Yet his father didn't even care about dinner, saying that all employees were the same—you have a salary and overtime pay, so asking for a meal to be provided is going too far.

That's right, he did have overtime pay, but hadn't that overtime pay all been saved?

Once money entered Sheng Zihan's bank card, don't even think about it coming out alive!

Although he wouldn't provide a meal, his father did agree to let him use his own car to go out and eat.

His father's car was a Bentley; not providing a meal was going too far, but driving a Bentley to eat at a roadside stall seemed even more excessive.

So Zihan invited Wang Qing to eat together. He wasn't blind to the fact that Wang Qing had always hoped to go to a high-end restaurant, so today he gritted his teeth and went along with it.

Besides, not picking up his girlfriend on a rainy day was a bit unjustifiable.

As it turned out, once they got to the restaurant and ordered, she still gave him attitude and looked unhappy. He wasn't about to indulge her bad habits; if she didn't want to eat, fine, he wasn't going to starve.

Zihan's way of eating made Wang Qing even more annoyed!

She blurted out: "Can you be more elegant? Which rich young master eats like you, wolfing it down like a starving ghost reincarnated."

Although Zihan didn't have the habit of a second-generation rich kid throwing money around, that didn't mean he had no temper at all.

He retorted: "I'm just like this. If you think others are better, you can go find someone else. I won't stop you."

Wang Qing:...

Although she felt very aggrieved, considering the luxury car parked outside, she decided to endure it a little longer.

And so, tears of grievance swirled in her eyes, but she didn't flare up again.

Zihan didn't look at her at all and quickly polished off the food. Since she wasn't eating, Zihan also finished the bowl of rice in front of her.

Since childhood, the textbooks had taught that one should know that every grain in the bowl comes from hard work.

Wasting food is shameful.

After the meal.

Wang Qing took Zihan's arm as they walked out of the restaurant entrance; Zihan was going to take Wang Qing home.

"Where's your car?"

Zihan: "The car went back to the company. The driver dropped me off here and then went back."

Wang Qing: "Then how are you going to take me home? How are you going to get back to school?"

Zihan said: "Your home is so close, you can just walk back, and then I'll take the bus back to school."

Wang Qing was angry to the extreme, but she still suppressed her rage and asked: "Tomorrow when you come to the company to pick me up, are you going to take the bus too?"

"Yeah," he answered as if it were a matter of course.

The little flame of anger in Wang Qing's heart could no longer be suppressed. She yelled at Zihan: "Sheng Zihan, have you lost your mind? Are you really the young master of Dingsheng, and am I still your girlfriend?"

"Every time I go out with you, it's either the bus or the subway; even taking a taxi is rare. I can't even get a seat in the passenger side of a luxury car. Why is it that other people's girlfriends can be so glamorous, while I have to be so pathetic?"

Sheng Zihan: "Being my girlfriend means it has to be like this. If you regret it, now is still the time."

Wang Qing was full of grievances and spat out three words: "Let's break up."

Zihan said: "This is what you said. After we break up, don't come pestering me."

"Pestering you? What a joke. You're not the only man in the world. Whoever pesters you is a bastard."

After making her bold declaration, Wang Qing turned around, hailed a taxi, and left.

She did not go home, but instead went to her uncle's house to complain!

Huo Zhenteng's expression was very ugly; he kept a gloomy face and did not say a word.

Wang Qing, on the other hand, kept rambling on endlessly, her tears falling like beads from a broken string; she had used up an entire box of tissues on the coffee table and still hadn't finished crying!

Huo Zhenteng's patience was finally exhausted.

He said irritably, "Cry, cry, cry, is crying the only thing you're capable of? You're so aggrieved over such a tiny, trivial matter, but what about me? Who can I talk to?"

Only then did she stop crying and ask, "Uncle, what happened to you?"

"What happened? I was demoted by Sheng Zichen, all because of you!"

Huo Zhenteng was also full of grievances; his niece drove away Sheng Zihan's girlfriend and successfully took her place—that was his niece's ability, so what did it have to do with him?

Yet Sheng Zichen insisted that he was the mastermind behind it and gave him a demotion warning.

He, a dignified executive chef, had been demoted to a handyman; not only was he stripped of his rank entirely, but his salary was also pitifully low.

Now, those young punks in the kitchen were almost running wild; anyone could order him around, and if he was a little slow, he would be verbally abused—verbal abuse was the least of it, as the hot-tempered ones would just kick him, and his old lower back was aching faintly!

Wang Qing temporarily forgot her own grievances and immediately stood up for her uncle: "What right does Sheng Zichen have to treat you like this? It's too much. Uncle, let's resign and stop working for him. You used to be the dignified chairman of the Gourmet Association; what does Sheng Zichen think he is?"

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