The woman turned her head when she heard this, smiled politely, and said in a gentle and decent voice: "Here..."

Cheng Anning suddenly froze after blurting out just one word. The smile at the corner of his mouth had not yet subsided and was a little stiff.

In just a moment, she adjusted her expression: "It's in front, I just want to go too."

Jian Chu looked at her strange reaction. Although it was a little strange, she didn't think much about it. After all, the woman in front of her was completely unfamiliar to her.

"Okay, thank you." The girl smiled sweetly.

Cheng Anning looked at the smile, took a serious look, and then chuckled: "It's okay."

The two of them entered the bathroom one after another, and Jian Chu washed his hands in front of the sink.

Cheng Anning was beside her and also turned on the faucet. The cold water made her shrink her fingertips.

"Miss, are you here to eat alone?" Cheng Anning asked.

Jian Chu finished washing his hands, then washed the corners of his mouth, and said vaguely: "No, with friends."

Cheng Anning nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were narrow and long like crescent moons, especially when she smiled, they looked like crescent moons.

On the other side, Jian Chu had already washed his hands and left.

Cheng Anning took out a few tissues from the side and wiped his hands, feeling a little lost.

That little girl just now looked a little familiar...

Thinking about it, she raised her head again and looked at those eyes in the mirror, very beautiful eyes...

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When Jian Chu came back, there were already waiters in the private room packing the dishes for the table.

Speaking of which, not only does Chef Jiang Yuan only entertain three tables of guests every week, he also only entertains ten tables of guests on weekdays.

Being able to eat here doesn't just mean you have money.

More people value status and face.

Therefore, few people pack it.

It's quite strange today. The only two tables of customers currently asked to take away their meals after finishing their meals.

And they all seem to be very wealthy people.

The waiter thought to himself while packing.

After packing the lunch box, Feng Yichen took it naturally, then looked at Jian Chu: "Let's go."

Jian Chu nodded, put on his small satchel, and followed Feng Yichen out.

After leaving the gate, Jian Chu jumped up and got into the car first. Feng Yichen didn't like the smell of vegetables in the car, so he put the packed vegetables in the trunk.

Just as he put the dishes in, he heard a voice coming from behind: "Yi Chen?"

The man paused, turned his head, and saw an old man holding a faucet-head crutch. He raised his eyes, then closed the trunk and walked over.

"Mr. Cheng." A rare courtesy and humility.

Mr. Cheng laughed and said, "You are so cute, you called me Grandpa Cheng when you were a kid."

When Feng Yichen heard this, he curled his lips to save face, but said nothing.

Mr. Cheng looked at him, his eyes full of love.

Then he looked in the direction of his car: "You are different from your grandma. Your grandma comes here to eat. She orders a hundred dishes and can't take away a single dish."

When Feng Yichen heard this, he chuckled: "The little girl at home doesn't like extravagance, so she packed it up."

It was rare to see Feng Yichen smile, and the old man was a little surprised. What he said next made the old man even more stunned.

I looked at the car again, feeling a little unsure.

"Is it Xiaosi?"

"No." Feng Yichen chuckled.

This smile can be described as very rippling, with a hint of pride and pride.
Chapter completed!