Lin Cheng is a typical guy who climbs up when given a pole. Xiaomin made his reaction funny.
"Okay! It depends on your performance. If you perform well, my sister won't be able to consider it."
"Seriously! Don't fool me."
Lin Cheng actually didn't believe it. It's not like he couldn't hear jokes.
Xiaomin narrowed her eyes and glanced at him, "Drive quickly! Don't delay."
"oh."
Lin Cheng curled his lips and then restarted the car.
But what does Xiaomin’s anger mean?
It must be a joke, right?
I almost took it seriously.
Lin Cheng secretly glanced at her.
Xiaomin's mouth seemed to be snickering.
hateful!
Got fooled.
After driving for twenty minutes, the two of them arrived at their destination.
Lin Cheng originally thought that Xiaomin would take him to experience the authentic cuisine of Busan, but the alcoholic sister chose an Italian restaurant.
The restaurant is located on a small island next to Songjeong Port in East Busan. It looks like a European architectural style in appearance, and the decoration inside is simple and bright. Xiaomin took Lin Cheng directly to the terrace on the second floor.
"How is it here?"
“I don’t know the taste yet, but the environment looks good.”
The open terrace on the second floor of the restaurant faces the sea and jungle. You can see the lighthouse and the illuminated bridge in the distance. The wind blowing over it gives you a different kind of comfort.
Of course, this kind of place has good scenery, and it will be the first to suffer when a typhoon comes.
The terrace is very large, with several dining tables arranged neatly, a swing with green vines on the outside, and a small bookshelf with some magazines and books on it.
Hyomin sat down and looked through the menu.
Lin Cheng casually took a beauty magazine from the nearby bookshelf, stretched out his hand to spread the magazine and cover the menu in Xiaomin's hand. He made a camera gesture with his hands and joked: "It's very artistic! It goes well with Xiaomin Nu."
Xiaomin smiled and threw the magazine aside.
"What to eat?"
“Sichuan Dan Dan Noodles!”
"No!"
Xiaomin rolled her eyes at him angrily, "The chef here is Italian and doesn't know how to make Sichuan dandan noodles."
"Then I want pineapple pizza."
"Ah! Don't deliberately look for trouble."
Lin Cheng then calmed down and carefully consulted the menu with his alcoholic sister.
The menu has a standard Italian restaurant style, without even a picture, but the cooking method of each dish is roughly marked in English, which is very user-friendly and allows customers to imagine the taste of each dish in advance.
The two of them ordered their meals, and the waiter quickly brought them pre-dinner champagne.
"Nuna, can I not drink it?"
"Drink less."
Xiaomin raised his glass, and Lin Cheng could only do as he pleased.
He took a small sip and didn't drink more.
The first appetizer was a dark mass of molecular cuisine with a very complex taste. I don’t know what the sauce was made of, but it had a strong hazelnut flavor, but it was quite delicious.
It's a pity that it was gone after one bite and there was no time to savor it.
The second appetizer is caviar. The crystal clear caviar is placed in a thin shell of toasted bread and filled with cream. It looks very tempting.
At the same time, the waiter served another pre-dinner drink.
"This is German liqueur. If paired with caviar, the taste of the caviar will be more layered."
Anyway, Lin Cheng didn't taste the layered texture of caviar, and it was gone in one bite. It was specially paired with a drink. He just felt that Italians don't mind it troublesome when they are full.
Xiaomin did not swallow the dates like Lin Cheng, but tasted the caviar in small mouths.
"Nuna! Here, cream."
Lin Cheng pointed to the corner of his mouth to signal Xiaomin.
She lowered her eyes and stuck out her tongue to slowly lick the cream from the corner of her mouth.
The tip of her pink tongue scraped across her red lips, taking away the white cream. Lin Cheng was stunned.
What's the matter with the astringency?
Just as he met Xiaomin's eyes, Lin Cheng turned his head away with a guilty conscience.
At this time, when he saw the waiter opening red wine next to him, he couldn't sit still.
"Let's stop drinking later, right? We still have to drive."
"It doesn't matter! The restaurant can help you drive. The main course should be paired with red wine."
Lin Cheng lowered his voice, "You know I can't drink well. There are so many people here...I will be embarrassed if I drink any more."
"Don't worry! My sister doesn't think you are embarrassed."
Xiaomin gave him a reassuring look: "Even if you run away naked later, I won't pretend not to know you."
Lin Cheng stared with dead eyes and said nothing.
Xiaomin suppressed a smile and said, "Okay! I'll let you go this time and I'll drink it myself."
After the appetizers were served, the waiter began to serve the main courses.
I have to say that Hyomin eats very elegantly. When eating pasta, she will carefully roll it up with a fork, put it in her mouth and chew it in small bites without making a single squeaky sound.
Lin Cheng seemed a bit casual and didn't care about dining etiquette at all.
Of course, he would not deliberately appear rude or bold.
"Lin Cheng."
"Um?"
Lin Cheng raised his head and met Xiaomin's eyes.
The drunkard sister lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment.
Lin Cheng was confused.
“How do you feel about Busan?”
“It’s okay, the climate is good, and the rest seems not much different from Seoul.”
Lin Cheng thought she still had something to say, but Xiaomin just took a sip of red wine.
He was a little confused, "Nu, what do you want to say?"
"Nothing... Let's talk about you and Zhiyan."
"Are you still telling me? Don't you all know that?"
"Tell me again, pick something you haven't heard before."
"oh."
Lin Cheng thought carefully about getting along with Hanhan, "You know the first time we met because of Xuehua, but the second time..."
The memory is not very clear, Lin Cheng just says whatever comes to mind, and the information is a bit messy.
Hyomin drank and slowly ate the food on her plate.
He didn't seem to be listening very seriously, but occasionally he would take the initiative to ask questions.
"Intimate contact? Not that I'm embarrassed..."
Lin Cheng glanced at the drunkard sister strangely, and then said carefully: "That time I went to eat with Zhiyan... It was the unmanned restaurant where my sisters also went. Zhiyan took off her shoes under the table and put it on me
Rubbing against my legs."
"It's funny now that I think about it. She was teasing me in black stockings."
"I tickled the soles of her feet, hahaha!"
Lin Cheng felt very happy when he thought of Hanhan's look when he flirted with her.
Xiaomin raised her head and stared at him.
"is that so?"
"Um?"
Lin Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then became a little unhappy.
"Xiaomin is angry! Why are you kicking me?"
Under the table, her long legs wrapped in jeans stretched out, with her toes touching Lin Cheng's calf.
But she wears sneakers on her feet!
It looked like he was kicking Lin Cheng's calf.
"oh!"
Xiaomin made a look of surprise and said with a smile: "Sister forgot, how about I take off my shoes and try again?"
Lin Cheng rolled his eyes and said, "If you are dissatisfied with me, just say it directly. There is no need to beat around the bush."
"Where is it?"
The corners of Xiaomin's lips raised, "If I say that my sister really wants to tease you, will you be moved?"
