Chapter 158: So Cute, and So Much Like You!

He does not think that this remark was Wang Ning's unintentional act.

Precise down to the three characters "Guo Bao Rou", if it were just an offhand mention…

It's a bit too coincidental.

The world's cuisines are countless like the sands of the Ganges, and she has also communicated with Xu Yutong.

It is highly probable that he is a Donghai City native who prefers light flavors.

How can one compare Guo Bao Rou with Wolf Fang Potato?

Even at the very least, one should mention Donghai City's specialty dishes, right?

Su Yang calmly took a bite of the potato, and subtly glanced at Wang Ning.

At that moment she was immersed in the lingering spiciness, her eyes full of enjoyment and nostalgia.

"It's been such a long time since I've tasted the flavor of home, how nice…" Wang Ning squinted, savoring each bite slowly.

"How about we have Sichuan cuisine for lunch?" Su Yang suggested.

"Sure." Wang Ning answered in one breath, her expression bright.

Then she suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "Can you eat spicy? I remember Yu Tong said you don't even eat normal garlic chili sauce."

Indeed…

She had already roughly figured out his habits long ago.

Since there was prior preparation, why make such a low‑level mistake?

"Was it an unintentional act or a deliberate one?"

He no longer believes in coincidences, and Wang Ning seemed unaware that her previous words contained a flaw.

"Actually it depends on the spiciness level; if it's mildly spicy, it's not unacceptable," Su Yang explained.

Wang Ning heard that, her mouth corner slightly upturned, looking as if she saw through him, "I get it, you mean eating spicy together with Yu Tong isn't enjoyable."

"But with your sister, you can have a higher tolerance."

"Huh, I thought you were a pure‑hearted big boy, didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

"Hehe…" Su Yang smiled indifferently.

In fact, he can eat some spice.

It's just that his intestines and stomach are easily upset.

He dislikes the feeling of fire burning his stomach after eating spicy.

He dislikes even more the stinging sensation when using the restroom.

It is indeed enjoyable while eating, but afterward he has to bear too much.

For him, the risk and reward are disproportionate.

He wouldn't do such a purely loss‑making thing.

It's just that Wang Ning's subtext expressed a strong desire, so Su Yang can only risk his life to accompany her.

Afterwards the two strolled through the market street, "bought" many delicate trinkets.

Such as antique‑style figurine keychains, large red interlocking knots, and so on.

Wang Ning originally wanted to buy some snacks, but considering they were hard to carry and not wanting Su Yang to lug too many things, she simply gave up.

She wanted to be the perfect girlfriend in his mind, constantly picking out items for Su Yang during the shopping.

She even wanted to give him a new Hair Style.

As everyone knows, a man's hair after becoming coupled becomes his girlfriend's private property.

The two ate while walking, and the atmosphere gradually warmed.

They seemed to forget they were in a game, only wanting to seize this chance to experience the hard‑won "love".

After leaving, it might be a long time before it happens again.

At that moment, Wang Ning glanced at a stall drawing anime portraits and instantly became interested.

"Let's take a photo together!"

Saying that, she eagerly tugged Su Yang to the stall, looking at the displayed cute pictures, her eyes sparkling.

The anime drawn based on character portraits was very cute and hit her preferences.

"So cute, shall we have one drawn too?" Wang Ning's voice carried a coquettish tone.

She looked pitifully clutching Su Yang's hand, shaking it constantly.

Su Yang gave her a glance, feeling somewhat stirred.

In this world without phones, pictures are clearly the only way to preserve memories.

Plus the beautiful lady cooing beside him.

To be honest, he couldn't resist the request.

The artist at the stall smiled, "Are you two interested? You can choose the art style."

Su Yang glanced at the clock hanging at the stall—5:42.

"How long does a painting roughly take?"

"10–15 minutes, and if you want a refined version, maybe another 5 minutes."

There's still time…

Su Yang stared at the full of expectation in Wang Ning's eyes, his heart stirred.

"Then let's do it, please draw one for the two of us," Su Yang said.

"Alright, please take a seat."

Wang Ning trotted to the chair and sat obediently, hands folded, her face flushed.

"Are you that happy?" Su Yang said, half laughing, half exasperated.

Wang Ning pulled Su Yang to sit beside her, arms around his arm, and said, "This is a hard‑won opportunity; don't you want to leave a memento of our date?"

Su Yang felt the touch of his arm, lightly Laugh, "If only we had a camera."

"Being able to preserve me in a drawing is already enough for me," Wang Ning whispered.

As the artist took out a fresh sheet of paper, clamped it onto the drawing board, he began:

"Closer… right!"

"Make the expression more natural; handsome, you can hold your girlfriend's Waist…"

"Perfect… keep this pose still."

Su Yang's Mouth corner stayed lifted; he didn't quite understand why, since it's a comic image, they still needed to make an expression.

Shouldn't this thing be the artist's free rein?

At this moment Wang Ning nestled in his arms; although the expression was invisible, Su Yang could clearly feel that she was a bit constrained and tense.

"Is it too much…?"

They were only temporary couples; the intimacy they displayed was merely superficial.

Perhaps because she was too into the role, Wang Ning couldn't help but suggest a 'photo together'.

The two, dressed in Hanfu, leaned on each other, like a pair of talented scholars and beauties.

'Whah whah…'

The artist's brush continuously swept across the paper, and the surrounding clamor seemed completely muffled.

Su Yang felt Wang Ning's body heat; his heartbeat slightly Accelerate.

He was a normal man; after a long time without release, his mind inevitably fluttered.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony…"

He strained to discard the absurd thoughts and simply recited the Core values.

Likewise, Wang Ning's heart was uneasy at this moment.

Because she was nestled against Su Yang's chest, she could hear his strong heart thumping.

It was gradually speeding up.

His ears involuntarily flushed with a reddish hue, spreading all the way to his pink Neck.

At this moment neither of them spoke; a thousand words condensed into action.

Wang Ning subconsciously tightened her hands, a dim glint flashing in her eyes.

She knew it was all fake, yet she so wished to stay like this forever.

'Thump thump—'

The thudding heart sound echoed in the ears; Wang Ning, like a tired bird returning to its nest, nudged her Brain head into his arms, finding a more comfortable spot.

Ten minutes later, the artist set the brush down, pressed the clamp, and pulled the paper out.

"All right, please have a look, both of you."

Wang Ning had just stood up when she suddenly felt her leg go numb, and her body staggered.

Su Yang's eyes quick, hand swift, supported her Waist, softly said, "I'll get it."

"Mm." Wang Ning nodded obediently.

He took the drawing, looked at the quirky ancient‑style little figures, and couldn't help a Laugh.

"Don't Laugh yet, hand it to me quickly." Wang Ning was eager to know how she had been drawn.

It was like after asking a passerby for a photo, anxiously wanting to know whether one's expression and figure were captured well.

Su Yang glanced at the drawing, then at Wang Ning, compared them, and handed it to her, "Very cute, and very like you."