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The upstairs compartnts in the Hunan style restaurant were exquisitely renovated.
Qin Chu had entered compartnt no. 8 a few minutes earlier than Su Yu.
Su Yu walked up nervously. After all, Qin Chu had rejected him once when he tried to talk to him.
He wondered if Qin Chu asked to see him to berate him for the lost baby or for buying so many things for Huo Mian.
Su Yu felt unsettled. To be honest, ever since they ca back from Yunnan, he had felt the atmosphere was quite weird, but he couldn’t put this feeling to words.
When Su Yu entered the room, Qin Chu was making tea.
“Here you are.”
“Yeah.”
“Take a seat.”
“Okay.”
“You place the order,” Qin Chu said it not as a question but a statent.
Taking off his jacket, Su Yu sat across from Qin Chu and picked up the nu.
“Anything you like to eat?” he asked Qin Chu.
“Nothing in particular.”
“Damn… I admit defeat. You’re truly like a buddhist. Everything is fine with you, huh?” Su Yu resigned.
“You choose.”
Qin Chu poured a cup of tea and pushed it before Su Yu.
“Waiter! We’re ready to order.”
Since Qin Chu didn’t show any preference, Su Yu decided to choose his own favorite dishes.
Like Sichuan cuisine, the dishes in Hunan style restaurants were famous for their spiciness.
A waiter ca in respectfully with an order device in his hand.
“President Su, can I have your order now?”
“Chopped bell pepper fish head, ho-style tofu, Hunan style stir-fry, dried tofu stir-fried with seasoned pork, spicy lotus root slices, western Hunan Tujia fish.”
Su Yu ordered six dishes in one breath…
“President Su, those dishes are enough for you and President Qin; we have big dishes.”
The waiter reminded him.
Nodding, Su Yu closed the nu. “And West Lake ground beef soup.”
“Okay. Do you want rice or noodles, President Su?”
“I’ll order it later. Qin Chu, would you like so wine?”
“How can we drive if we have wine?” Qin Chu glanced at him.
“We can call designated drivers or chauffeurs,” Su Yu said casually.
“You don’t have etings in the afternoon? You’ll go back to your office to sleep?”
“Okay… You win. Waiter, bring us two bottles of mineral water and so rice.”
“Yes, President Su.”
After the waiter was gone, the compartnt fell into silence…
Qin Chu was notorious for his silent deanor; his words were less than one fourth of Su Yu’s.
Su Yu began to regret that An wasn’t here; he didn’t like to talk all by himself.
As he tried to find sothing to say, Qin Chu spoke, “How are things going in the company?”
“Oh, not bad. Are you going to ask for a loan from ?” Su Yu asked as a joke.
“Do you think you are richer than ? I wonder where you got this self-confidence…” Qin Chu looked at him in exasperation.
“Haha… I’m not less rich than you’re… Maybe we can compare the numbers in our bank accounts?”
“Childish.”
Su Yu: “…”
“Um, Qin Chu, don’t tell you are here just to have lunch with .”
“Of course not.”
“So, what’s today’s topic?” Su Yu didn’t think he could last long with this King of Silence.
“How many tis have you seen Mian after you ca back from Yunnan?”
“Um… I hope you don’t have a misunderstanding of us. There’s nothing between Huo Mian and …”
“You don’t have to explain. I didn’t an that. Just answer my question.”
“About two or three tis.” Su Yu tried to rember.
“Do you think she behaved the sa as before?”
“What do you an?” Su Yu looked at Qin Chu in surprise.
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