The two went to a private restaurant in a quiet garden house. The owner and the cook are the same person. It is said that they are the direct disciples of the imperial kitchen. They only receive a few guests each day, and they must make an appointment at least one week in advance. Qiao Wen didn’t have the idle time to toss about stuttering. Although Chen Canan loves eating, he least likes trouble. So although he has heard about this restaurant, Qiao Wen has never been in the future.
To Lin Zirui’s blessing tonight, fortunate enough to taste this bite, it is indeed well-deserved. In addition, Lin Zirui Bogutongjin, having dinner with him, is not afraid that there is no topic to talk about. The two ate happily and talked happily. After a meal, they knew a lot about each other, and they seemed to have become friends.
Because of his good spirits, Qiao Wen even drank some wine.
Until the car drove to the door of the villa, the blush on his face had not disappeared.
“Awen, are you okay?” Lin Zirui reminded him that he had arrived.
Qiao Wen opened his half-closed eyes, rubbed his eyebrows, shook his head and said with a smile: “I smell the boss’s wine is too fragrant, and the dishes are really delicious. It doesn’t match a few sips of wine, as if I can’t help it. I forgot the fact that I poured a glass.”
Lin Zirui smiled and said: “I also blame me. I think the wine is brewed by the boss himself. This is the only one. It is so easy to come once. It is a pity not to drink a bit. You have to drink two glasses. If you feel uncomfortable, go back and ask the servants. Make some sober tea and drink a cup before going to bed.”
Qiao Wen laughed and said, “Okay, thank you for today’s dinner. When Jeffrey is free, I will invite you to eat restaurants that I think are delicious.”
Lin Zirui said: “Okay! To be honest, I rarely come back in these years. The changes here are too great. When I left, it was still a waste of life a few years after the war. It’s a city, I’m not familiar with many things, and I don’t have any friends. I just happened to finish the important work on hand recently, so I can take a sigh of relief. If you have time and don’t think it’s troublesome, we can come out and play together. .”
Qiao Wen laughed: “Of course it’s not troublesome.”
Lin Zirui nodded: “That’s good.”
He personally got out of the car and opened the door for Qiao Wen. When the other party got out of the car, he also gently blocked the door with his hand.
“Thank you,” Qiao Wen asked casually, taking a breath of the refreshing night air, “Would you like to go in for a cup of tea?”
Lin Zirui smiled and shook his head: “It’s already late, so I won’t bother you and Anan. You should rest early. You can contact me later when you have time.”
“Okay, bye.”
Qiao Wen stood there, watching him get into the car and leave, and then he didn’t rush to press the doorbell.
It was Chen Jianan who came to open the door. As soon as the door opened, he heard him crackling and saying: “Xiao Qiao, why are you coming back now? I called your office, and the company said that you were back home, but I didn’t see you again. To you, scare me to death.”
Before Qiao Wen could answer, he sniffed again and asked, “Did you drink?”
“Well, drank some wine.”
“Did you go to a party? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Qiao Wen patted him and walked inside the door and said: “I met Lin Zirui and had a meal together.”
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