She felt a bit hungry, considering that she couldn’t stay here too long, her mind was filled with thoughts of food.
She was used to being approached by strangers like this; having entered a few tis before, she was often chatted up.
She didn’t want to waste any ti with a bunch of "Painting People". If she didn’t disdain others’ "leftovers", she might have even wanted to snatch a ready table directly.
As for paying? This group of Painting People seed to use the ssaging jade stone in their hands to settle the bill, but her own jade magic artifact seed to be restricted, unable to function, so she’d just have a free al, and when it ca ti to pay, she’d simply break the "ditation" and leave the painting, effectively "dodging the bill".
The next ti she enters, everything resets... achieving the perfect freeload.
Fine, outside she’s a big eater, and it’s the sa here... order so much, are you sure you can eat it all? Or just take a bite of each thing? Zhao Douan muttered to himself, didn’t budge, boldly put down his water cup, and said, "You seem to misunderstand a bit, huh, it’s all right, but maybe you’ll change your view next. Well, how about I guess your identity? If I guess wrong, I’ll leave imdiately, no disturbance."
The Empress, focusing on waiting for the dishes, remained expressionless, not responding at all, treating him as if he were invisible.
The boy at the neighboring table was slightly surprised, thinking this tactic was much better and couldn’t help but perk up his ears to learn the strategy.
Zhao Douan didn’t mind, sizing up the Empress’s outfit, then slowly said, "You’re not a local, right? You’re from outside, aren’t you?"
Outside... the word could be understood as "outside the painting" or "from a foreign place".
The boy at the next table laughed, thinking to himself that the brother didn’t have any clever tricks. Although this beautiful woman didn’t speak much, you could hear her accent was peculiar, um... like mixed with several tones, awkward and not fluent... huh, could she be from Korea? Otherwise, why isn’t her Mandarin fluent? It’s possible... then this face might not be original... but this appearance doesn’t fit the internet celebrity style, she’s taller than Liu Yifei... strange.
Xu Zhenguan had no idea about the rich internal drama of the neighboring diner; she coldly glanced at Zhao Douan, not saying a word.
She was already unfamiliar with the Mandarin of this world, no surprises.
At this mont, the waiter started delivering fresh at, fruits, vegetables, bowls, and condints, placing them on a tray, asking if they needed help with the BBQ.
"I’ll handle it, thanks." Zhao Douan smiled and took the BBQ equipnt, trying to dismiss the waiter.
Xu Zhenguan coldly said, "Stay and help with the BBQ."
She was used to being served by palace maidens and eunuchs during als; since this person in front of her didn’t look like a eunuch, there should at least be a palace maiden staying.
The waiter snatched back the tongs, glaring at Zhao Douan, and diligently started working.
Zhao Douan smiled, too, not annoyed, and looked back at the Empress: "Seems I guessed right. Well, you should have a noble birth, quite an extraordinary family background."
He used the word "noble".
The boy at the neighboring table laughed again, shaking his head and thinking inwardly that it was really uninspired. Although the neighboring table’s beauty’s clothes looked very affordable, anyone with basic vision could see she was definitely from a wealthy, possibly even powerful family... besides, how do you know these clothes, which look to be worth tens or a hundred at most, aren’t actually worth thousands?
The Empress finally took him slightly seriously and looked at him.
The word "noble" caught her attention, even though she didn’t know much about this world yet, she knew people here were far less hierarchically defined than in Yu Country, with few nobles.
Describing soone as noble... wasn’t common.
"Sizzle——" At this mont, the heated grill started sizzling with fresh at, releasing oil droplets.
Xu Zhenguan picked up chopsticks, ready to start eating.
Zhao Douan observed her expression, lips slightly curling, and leisurely threw out the third sentence: "Your surna is Xu, right? Your na is three words."
Thunk!
Just as she picked up the chopsticks, not firmly grasped, they suddenly fell onto the table, scattering!
From start to finish, Xu Zhenguan, who maintained a cold deanor, abruptly lifted her head, her eyes slightly widening, truly for the first ti taking a good look at this strange man!
Her surna was Xu!
Why did he guess it?!
Coincidence? No... how could it be? And she absolutely hadn’t leaked anything!
This was sowhat spooky... especially when coupled with the two previous bits of information from him, especially that "from outside" sentence...
Xu Zhenguan’s face bore a heavy expression, with a barely noticeable hint of killing intent.
She turned her head, looked at the waiter first, motioning for him to leave, then deeply stared at this strange man in front of her, asking, "How did you know?"
No way... guessed right?! The boy at the neighboring table was dumbfounded, almost losing control and turning his head, showing a very colorful expression, thinking you two can’t be playing ? Is it a script? Is soone shooting a film? Or an internet celebrity shooting a short video?
If you two don’t know each other, I’ll eat my hat! The boy glanced around, searching for hidden caras. Only to be t with a death glare from the girlfriend beside him, freezing him in place, cowed and shrinking.
"I ntioned, you’re very much like an old friend of mine." Zhao Douan leaned back against the sofa-like seat, calmly, smiling.
It was only then that many, including Xu Zhenguan, realized that this man who ca to chat didn’t seem to have been tense at any point.
Even facing the extrely oppressive Xu Zhenguan, he appeared quite relaxed.
This was indeed unusual.
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