It was already past dinner time, and there were only a few people in the porridge restaurant. Gu Jingting took Song Qiao into the private room and placed a menu in front of him.
Gu Jingting ordered a portion of yam porridge and some snacks that were easy to melt, "Serve these first, hurry up."
"OK."
The waiter left, and Gu Jingting turned his eyes back to Song Qiao. She should be more awake now, but she had not fully recovered. She was holding her chin in her hands in a daze.
There are two hairs sticking up on the top of the head, looking a little silly.
Gu Jingting glanced at her twice and found it interesting. Then he stretched out his hand to straighten her hair and asked casually, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Qiao blinked, shook his head and said, "I want to sleep."
"Eat first." Gu Jingting saw that her eyelids were drooped and she could indeed close her eyes at any time. "There is something in her stomach. She won't feel uncomfortable when she wakes up tomorrow."
Song Qiao responded dispensably.
Fortunately, the porridge came quickly. Gu Jingting looked at the languid Song Qiao and personally filled a bowl for Song Qiao and placed it in front of her, "Eat it."
The rich aroma of the porridge slowly penetrated into Song Qiao's nostrils, which made her feel a little more energetic.
Song Qiao picked up the bowl, stirred it slowly with a spoon, and then took a tentative sip.
The thick porridge soup is moderately salty and melts in the mouth, which immediately relieves a lot of stomach discomfort. Song Qiao lowered his head to drink it seriously, and a thin layer of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
The nose and cheeks gradually became red/dizzy.
Gu Jingting's eyes fell on her face involuntarily. He looked at her face too much, and Song Qiao began to feel a little uncomfortable. She asked softly, "Why are you looking at me?"
"I don't want to eat, so I have to find something to do." Gu Jingting replied.
Song Qiao picked the edge of the bowl with her fingertips and refused, "You can handle official business or do other things."
"It's all taken care of," Gu Jingting said.
Song Qiao paused, hesitated for a moment and said, "Then..."
"Your best choice now is to eat as soon as possible, and then I will take you home." Gu Jingting interrupted Song Qiao, "If you continue talking, you are just asking me to look at you twice."
"..."
Song Qiao vaguely felt that Gu Jingting seemed to have become a bit rogue.
But what he said was right. Song Qiao simply didn't bother to worry about it. He lowered his head and ate in a hurry. He stood up and said, "I'm full. Let's go home."
There was something in her mouth and a small bulge on the side of her face, like a hamster hiding food.
It seemed that he really couldn't wait to leave.
Gu Jingting chuckled to himself, turned around slowly, served himself a bowl of porridge, and drank it slowly, "I suddenly feel a little hungry now, please sit down and wait for me."
Song Qiao felt that he was deliberately cheating, and his eyes widened, "Why didn't you eat just now?"
Gu Jingting answered quickly, "I didn't feel hungry just now, but seeing how delicious your food was, I suddenly felt hungry again. By the way, help me call the waiter over and I'll add something more."
Looking at his expression, Song Qiao had every reason to suspect that Gu Jingting did it on purpose.
But what could she say? This meal was brought to her by someone else. She couldn't eat it herself without letting him fill her stomach.
Song Qiao had no choice but to go outside to find the waiter.
The waiter came quickly, with a menu in his hand and a bright smile, "Mr. Gu, what would you like to add?"
Gu Jingting lowered his head, his long eyelashes casting faint shadows on his eye sockets. Even if he was simply drinking porridge and raising his hands, he still showed full dignity.
He said quietly, "Please give me everything on the menu."
The waiter was a little surprised. After making sure that he heard correctly, he said to Gu Jingting, "Mr. Gu, some of the things on the menu are more complicated to make, so they will take longer."
"It doesn't matter, just come up." Gu Jingting didn't care about drinking, so how could he refuse?
The waiter naturally had no objection.
After hearing his request, Song Qiao confirmed it directly. She sat next to Gu Jingting and said, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Although it is a question, the words are completely affirmative.
Gu Jingting did not deny it, "Yes, but I just suddenly wanted to have a better dinner. You often talk about wanting to repay me, so it shouldn't be too much for me to let you have a meal with me now, right?"
It's really not too much.
Song Qiao had nothing to say. Thinking about it again, it was just sitting with him for a longer time, and it was no loss to him.
She shut her mouth and stayed by her side quietly.
Gu Jingting thought she would struggle again, but after waiting for a moment, he saw that Song Qiao had already taken out her phone and started playing with it, and realized that she had accepted her fate earlier than he thought.
The two of them sat in the box in harmony for the time being, each doing their own thing.
In the next three or four hours, the door to the private room was pushed open frequently, and the waiters brought one dish after another to the table. In the end, there was no room for it on the table.
The waiter had no choice but to move the carts and place them around the table.
When all the dishes were served, when you looked around, you could see that there were so many pastries and dishes, it was dazzling to see. It would be an overstatement to describe it as a Manchu-Han banquet.
At this time, Gu Jingting was already full. The table was full of food and he had hardly touched it.
Song Qiao looked at him and said, "Mr. Gu really wants to waste it. He can order so much food and leave it uneaten at any time. It makes me feel bad to see it."
Gu Jingting was already prepared, "It's okay, I'll ask Xiang Chen to pack it up and take it back to the servants at home. Nothing has been touched, so it's not too much to give to them."
I also know how to consider how to deal with it, which is barely acceptable.
Song Qiao stopped talking, put the phone in his pocket, and asked, "Can you leave now?"
It was already around eight or nine o'clock in the evening when they entered the porridge restaurant. Now that all the dishes have been served, it's almost three o'clock. Song Qiao was already sleepy. During this period, he hit Hache frequently and almost fell down.
Fall asleep on the table.
"Let's go." Gu Jingting nodded.
He carried his coat and walked in front with Song Qiao. He seemed to say casually, "Wen Shuya, I will give you an explanation."
Hearing this, Song Qiao said hesitantly, "No need?"
Gu Jingting came just in time today. Speaking of which, Wen Shuya only gave her three glasses of wine and nothing else. Later, Gu Jingting returned the favor twice as much.
From Song Qiao's point of view, they were reconciled.
Gu Jingting chuckled, "Why, do you think you've paid off?"
Really, Song Qiao didn't expect that he could guess what he was thinking. He paused, nodded and said, "Yes, and I remember that your two families are still cooperating. There is no need to be unhappy because of this kind of thing."
"Are you worried about me?" Gu Jingting responded quickly.
He really knows the key points of his words.
Song Qiao secretly complained in his heart and said feebly, "I just don't think it is necessary to make such a fuss because of me."
