Chapter 33: Are You Two Dating? (Please Favorite, Please Recommend)

By the side of the road, a van.

Three men holding cameras looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass of the restaurant, watching Qi Hui bring Jing Tian to sit down in front of Yang Mi, and their expressions went blank in spite of themselves.

"Didn't you say Yang Mi was meeting a handsome man for a late-night date?" A man with a crew cut looked at the long-haired man to his left, suppressing his anger as he said:

"This is it?!"

The handsome man was indeed handsome, but what about the late-night date?

What about the sensational news they had imagined?

How did this look like anything other than friends having a meal together?

"This, this..." The long-haired man stammered, his scalp tingling.

The intelligence he received clearly stated that Yang Mi and Hu Ge were having relationship problems and that she had a new lover!

What was going on here?

Could the intelligence be fake?

To the right, a man with a gloomy face asked in a low voice: "Boss, what do we do now? Should we leave?"

The crew-cut man pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Let's observe the situation first; we're already here."

"Right, right." The long-haired man nodded repeatedly: "Let's watch and see; what if we get a big scoop later?"

"Shut your stinking mouth!"

"Yes..."

Looking at the man and woman in front of her, Yang Mi's expression was somewhat unnatural.

"Qi Hui, who is this little sister?" Yang Mi glanced out the window unobtrusively and asked with confusion.

"Jing Tian, a junior from the '07 class." Qi Hui smiled: "Isn't this a class reunion? So I brought her along."

"Oh? Where are the other classmates? How come it's just you?"

"Haha..." Yang Mi gave an awkward smile; she had originally wanted to say that she was a classmate herself and that the two of them were also having a class reunion.

But before the words could leave her mouth, they were blocked by Qi Hui.

Yang Mi rolled her eyes and said softly: "I'm not sure either. I asked Shanshan to help me invite our classmates, and I don't know what happened, but only you came."

Best friends, after all, are meant to be used as shields; poor Yuan Shanshan.

Not only was she using Yuan Shanshan as a shield, but she also took the opportunity to throw shade at Jing Tian.

She had invited her own classmates, so what were you doing coming here?

Jing Tian heard it too; she immediately pursed her small lips and said with a hint of pity in her tone: "It was I who begged Senior to bring me along; please don't be angry, Senior Sister."

"It's all my fault, don't blame Senior."

Yang Mi: "..."

So she's a little green tea!

"It seems Teacher Yang isn't very welcoming..." Qi Hui raised an eyebrow, about to stand up.

Yang Mi interrupted hurriedly: "Eh... Qi Hui, we are classmates, how can you address me as Teacher?"

"Waiter, bring the menu."

Beside Qi Hui, Jing Tian had a smile on her lips, and a flash of cunning crossed her large eyes.

Yang Mi felt quite depressed; she hadn't gained any advantage at all, how unreasonable!

"Hello, Miss, here is the menu."

A waitress quickly brought over the menu.

Yang Mi glanced at it twice and ordered something at random; she was in no mood to eat now.

When the menu reached Jing Tian, she took one look and ordered a steak: "I'll have a filet, well-done. I'm not used to the blood."

Upon hearing this, the waitress looked at Jing Tian with a hint of disdain: "Miss, that is myoglobin, not blood."

Jing Tian frowned slightly: "It's all the same, make it well-done."

"Very well, would you like me to bring you a bowl of rice as well?" The waitress asked with a hint of superiority and mockery.

Yang Mi watched quietly, her face composed, but the depression in her heart gradually turned into pleasure as the events unfolded before her.

She wanted to give this restaurant a compliment.

Thump, thump!

At this moment, Qi Hui frowned, knocked on the table with an expressionless face, and said slowly: "I'm not used to these dishes of yours; bring me a serving of chive and pork dumplings."

Before the waitress could speak, Qi Hui continued: "Take note, I have the following requirements."

"For the meat filling, use Wujin pork from Yunnan Province, 18 months is best; if the age is too high it will be tough, and if it's too young it won't taste good. Remember, use meat from the front leg."

"For the dumpling skin, use Liaolan wheat from Pingdu, Shandong Province, wheat grown at the junction of the tidal soil and sandy ginger black soil near the Baisha River."

"As for the chives, just use Wushan chives from Wushan, Gansu Province; I don't have high demands."

"For the vinegar, use Donghu vinegar from Meiheju in Shanxi Province; remember, it must be aged for at least 3 years."

"And the garlic, use the one from Pizhou, Jiangsu Province... oh, almost forgot, serve 7 dumplings first, then boil another 7."

Yang Mi was somewhat dazed, not really understanding, but... can dumplings be eaten so high-class?

How come she had never even heard of these ingredients?

Jing Tian watched Qi Hui quietly, her eyes shining with light.

After finishing, Qi Hui looked at the waitress: "Repeat it back to me."

"This, this..." Sweat broke out on the waitress's forehead; how could she possibly remember?

"I... I'm sorry, I didn't remember it." She said stammeringly.

Qi Hui's expression darkened, and he slapped the table: "What? What are you paid for?"

The voice was not soft, and the manager not far away felt his heart jump and ran over hurriedly.

"This guest, I'm sorry." The first thing the manager did was apologize: "We can satisfy any request you have."

"Bring a serving of pork and chive dumplings." Qi Hui said indifferently: "Take note, I have the following requirements."

Upon hearing this, the manager took out paper and pen from his pocket, writing with a flourish, his hand moving extremely fast.

Soon, after Qi Hui finished, he glanced at him indifferently and said: "Repeat it back to me."

"Very well, sir." The manager held the paper in his hand and read quickly:

"For the meat filling, use Wujin pork from Yunnan Province, 18 months is best; if it's too old it will be tough, if it's too young it won't taste good; use meat from the front leg."

"For the dumpling skin, use Liaolan wheat from Pingdu, Shandong Province, wheat grown at the junction of the tidal soil and sandy ginger black soil near the Baisha River."

"For the chives, use Wushan chives from Wushan, Gansu Province."

"For the vinegar, use Donghu vinegar from Meiheju in Shanxi Province, aged at least 3 years."

"And the garlic, use the one from Pizhou, Jiangsu Province."

"Finally, serve 7 dumplings first, then boil another 7."

Qi Hui nodded: "Not bad, that's it, go do it."

"This..." The manager said in a difficult position: "I am very sorry, sir, our shop does not have these ingredients at the moment. How about this?"

"We will have them ready for you tomorrow; how about you come back tomorrow to enjoy this delicacy?"

"Forget it if you don't have them." Qi Hui glanced at him: "Just grill a piece of beef tenderloin, which is what you call a filet steak."

"Remember, make it well-done, I'm not used to the blood."

Qi Hui said the same thing as Jing Tian.

"Very well, I will arrange it immediately." The manager was tearfully grateful, then grabbed the waitress beside him and pulled her toward the exit:

"After you get off work, go to the finance department to collect this month's salary, including full attendance; you don't need to come back tomorrow."

"Manager..." The waitress's face turned pale, looking pitiful.

She didn't want to leave; she hadn't yet found a good man who could let her enjoy a high-end Western lifestyle.

"Shut up!" The manager scolded.

Such an easy-going customer, yet he started making things difficult for no reason.

If it's not your problem, could it be mine?

At the dining table.

Yang Mi asked with a hint of jealousy: "Qi Hui, are you two dating?"

This bastard Qi Hui had completely different attitudes toward her and this Jing Tian.

If it were her being given a hard time, this bastard might just be eating melon and watching the show on the side.

Help? Absolutely impossible!

Damn it... Yang Mi depressedly swept a glance at the van outside the window; tonight's plan simply didn't achieve the expected effect!