Bai Lian didn’t really move her chopsticks much, only blanched a few greens she had ordered and leisurely twirled her legs as she ate noodles.
Later, it turned out she did the right thing, because
Pu Xiaohan was flipping the beef rolls in the pot with public chopsticks, scanning the group, “Whose at is this?”
“Not .” This person’s eyes darted away.
Zhang Shize, stroking his stomach, spoke up warily, “Neither is it mine.”
“Your intestines, you eat them…” Soone was accusing another.
“Don’t talk nonsense, this damn thing is clearly your intestines!”
The group jostled and shoved each other, full of suspicion and bla.
Oh, not a single person dared to admit that the at in the pot was theirs.
In the end, Bai Lian and Yang Lin cleared up after everyone, and there was practically no food left in their private room.
Lu Lingxi was surprised when she ca to check on them.
School was still in session on Friday, so after the al, the group of high school seniors dispersed.
As the evening drew in, Lu Lingxi arranged for the students to go ho, “Rember to report in the group chat once you’re ho.”
Bai Lian and Yang Lin walked at the back. Bai Lian hadn’t brought her backpack that day; the hot pot restaurant was warm, and she hadn’t put on her school uniform, just casually carrying it, “Do you know where your family’s household registration book is?”
Yang Lin was slightly startled.
She tilted her head, her thick bangs nearly covering her eyes, revealing only her pallid face.
She opened her mouth as if to say sothing but ultimately didn’t speak, simply following Bai Lian and continuing to walk slowly forward.
Bai Lian seed to have brought it up casually.
There were no further questions after that.
Yang Lin let out a sigh of relief.
Zhang Shize’s house was near the school, and he walked ho. Opening the door, he saw Yan Lu and his mother sitting at a table eating.
Zhang Shize’s dad had been away on a business trip for several days, and he had grown accustod to his dad being gone for a month at a ti.
“Taking advantage of my absence, the two of you sneakily enjoyed so much delicious food,” Zhang Shize looked incredulously at the full table of dishes, “Mom!”
His mother rarely cooked, to the point that he had to buy breakfast for her every morning even though he got up early!
Zhang’s mom rolled her eyes and then looked at Yan Lu with a smiling face, “Xiaolu, go ahead and eat, don’t mind this fool.”
She picked up a peeled shrimp for Yan Lu with her own chopsticks.
Yan Lu nodded and ate without hesitation, and the two didn’t use public chopsticks as they dined; Zhang’s mom would ask about her work.
The two families had known each other since they were young, and Zhang’s mom had always been fond of girls, treating the girl next door, Yan Lu, as her own daughter.
After Yan Lu saved five-year-old Zhang Shize when she was nine, her treatnt was more than three tis better than his.
However, when Yan Lu was twelve and her parents died, Zhang’s mom really wanted to adopt her, but she was taken away by distant relatives and rarely returned to Xiangcheng after that.
The relatives were quite wealthy, and Zhang’s mom didn’t want to hold back Yan Lu’s future, so the family sent her away.
But they kept in touch over the years.
Zhang’s mom really wanted Yan Lu to stay now that she had finally returned.
However, Yan Lu was now a sowhat famous star, so she had to reluctantly give up on that idea.
After dinner, Yan Lu received a phone call from her agent, Sister Xin.
“Why didn’t you co to tonight’s charity dinner?” Sister Xin was very surprised and also troubled, “Why do I feel like you have such a grudge against President Liu? He’s a shareholder of Ti Entertainnt and your big boss, an upright and kind-hearted man. Yan Lu, even if you’re a germophobe, you should at least make an appearance for appearances’ sake!”
Yan Lu stood in a garden full of flowers, not knowing which words touched a nerve.
Her left hand hanging by her side clenched fiercely into her palm, her eyes filled with intense hatred, “I won’t go again, sorry, Sister Xin, please find another artist.”
She abruptly ended the call.
“Ah,” Zhang Shize was startled when Yan Lu turned around suddenly; he touched his head and then handed her the flower he was holding, “Here, Yan sister, these iris flowers just ca in today, I picked the prettiest one for you.”
Beneath the moonlight.
The iris flower was as white and pure as snow.
Yan Lu looked down at the White Iris Flower for a long ti.
“Thank you.” She gently accepted the flower.
After Bai Lian returned, the lights in Ji Heng’s yard were bright.
Director Chen had made sure to switch out for super bright lights for Ji Heng, so he could work on his embroidery in the yard even at night.
It wouldn’t strain the eyes.
Lance visited every day to check on the progress of the clothes Ji Heng was making for him and, incidentally, to wait for Bai Lian to perform acupuncture on him.
The clothes he wanted were extrely complex in their craftsmanship.
Ji Heng had already embroidered two golden dragons, and during the dayti, a neighboring aunt who knew embroidery would co to help out, so he was making swift progress.
Bai Lian, as usual, finished giving Lance his acupuncture before heading back to her room.
She turned on her phone and began searching for Traditional Chinese dicine (TCM) practitioner qualification certificates. Getting certified wasn’t easy, the first requirent being a diploma from a school of Chinese dicine and having internship experience…
The hotpot was served quickly; with over a dozen people at the table, they split into two pots.
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