The girl immediately explained: "Don't talk nonsense, they are uncle and nephew. Don't you know, this Yan Zhan is the adopted son of the Yan family."
"Oh, he is the legendary Mr. Yan?"
Most of the girls in the school have never met Yan Zhan in person, but they have heard about Yan Siyu's third uncle.
After all, everyone is spreading mysterious rumors about how cruel Mr. Yan is.
In the business world, he has the Midas touch.
As soon as they heard that he was an uncle and nephew, everyone didn't look much further.
Manshu walked towards Yan Zhan with a smile, and Yan Zhan leaned in front of the car door. The sunlight shone on his face, as if it had given him a layer of Buddha's light.
The moment he saw Manshu, all the coldness in Yan Zhan's body faded away, and his eyes became warmer.
"Going to eat first?"
Yan Zhan said he would take Manshu to dinner and kept silent about Yan Siyu.
Manshu had to mention: "Third uncle, Yan Siyu is still in the school's infirmary."
Yan Zhan paused for a moment: "Ask Wan Yi to bring her food."
Manshu didn't refute, after all, he was just trying to save face.
What does it have to do with Yan Siyu whether she eats or not?
"Since it's near the school, why don't I treat my third uncle to a meal?" Manshu thought for a while. He hadn't had hot pot for several days, so maybe he could treat Yan Zhan to a hot pot.
Because the school is close to C University, several streets are full of restaurants, and the consumption is not high.
There is a newly opened hot pot restaurant, which is said to be delicious.
Manshu proposed, but Yan Zhan did not refuse.
But when he saw it was hot pot, he frowned: "Are you sure you want to eat this?"
Yan Zhan has the style of a veteran cadre, and his food tends to be light.
He was worried that Manshu would feel uncomfortable after eating hot pot and would have to go to class in the afternoon and evening.
Manshu subconsciously looked at Yan Zhan and saw that he was wearing a white shirt, and felt a little hesitant.
"Uncle Third, how about we find another company?"
This shirt must be very expensive, and it cannot be washed off if it gets dirty.
"It doesn't matter, you can eat if you like." Yan Zhan didn't say change, but instead took her into the newly opened hotpot restaurant she mentioned.
There are green plants between the booths here, making it look like you have arrived in a primeval forest.
The environment is good, the smoke smell of the hot pot is not too strong, the color is nice, and the whole table makes people feel very appetizing.
The two ordered a mandarin duck pot.
The waiter glanced at the two of them and asked, "Both of your clothes are easily stained. Do you want aprons and sleeves?"
Manshu didn't pay much attention at first, but when she thought of Yan Zhan eating in an apron, she smiled and nodded: "Please give us two pairs."
"OK, just a second."
The waiter listened to Manshu and went to prepare.
After a while, when the mandarin duck pot was served, two pairs of aprons and sleeves were brought over.
Yan Zhan may have never worn this thing before, and he is a little reluctant to do so.
The waiter thought he was disgusted.
"Handsome, don't worry, we are a newly opened store here, the aprons are all new, no one has used them yet, they are not dirty."
The waiter has some discernment, and she can tell that the clothes on the handsome guy are worth a lot of money.
It seems that my apron is indeed a bit inappropriate.
Manshu had already put on her apron and sleeves with ease.
When Yan Zhan saw that he had no idea what to do, he took the initiative to ask Ying: "Uncle Third, let me help you do it."
Manshu helped him hang the apron around his neck and tied the belt around his waist.
She gestured with her hands on his waist: "Uncle Third, your waist is so thin."