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Chapter 212 Night

He Qiaoyun suddenly turned her head and met the man's gentle gaze.

"You've come." She smiled brightly.

"Sorry, I was in a meeting a little late and kept you waiting."

He Qiaoyun gently shook her head, gazing at the beautiful city scenery outside the window, "I just arrived too, the environment here is very nice."

Feng Jiashu stared at her beautiful profile and raised an eyebrow: "I'm glad you like it."

The waiter came over with two menus. "Gentlemen, please order."

He Qiaoyun took the menu. "I'd like a steak, well-done, with black pepper sauce..."

The waiter interrupted, smiling, "Excuse me, ma'am, we only have medium-rare and medium-well."

He Qiaoyun looked up and smiled as she made a reasonable request, "I'm used to eating well-done meat. If your chef doesn't know how to cook it, I don't mind helping out in your kitchen."

The waiter was taken aback, not expecting He Qiaoyun to retort. She didn't seem aggressive, but her attitude was still quite assertive.

He glanced at Feng Jiashu, who replied in the same way, "My steak is cooked well-done, just like hers."

The waiter nodded reluctantly, "Okay."

He Qiaoyun smiled and said, "Thank you for your understanding. I'd like another black truffle and porcini mushroom crepe, tomato meat sauce pasta, and Italian seafood soup. That's all."

The waiter made a note of it and then looked at Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu handed the menu back and said, "Same as hers."

The waiter took back the menu and asked again, "Would you two like some wine?"

He Qiaoyun was thinking of having a drink, and asked, "Any recommendations?"

The waiter glanced at Feng Jiashu and his eyes fell on the brown wristwatch on his wrist.

Patek Philippe's manual mechanical watches are sophisticated and elegant, and their domestic price is over 17 million yuan.

This is like wearing a luxury apartment in Huanjiang on your wrist.

He smiled and said, "I think the 1990 Romanée-Conti is the perfect match for tonight's night."

He Qiaoyun didn't know much about wine, but she thought it was very expensive. She was about to say that she would just drink some red wine from recent years, but Feng Jiashu said very calmly, "Hmm, Romanée-Conti."

The waiter smiled and nodded, "Okay, please wait a moment."

He Qiaoyun wasn't disappointed and didn't say anything like "Is it very expensive?" Since he had ordered the drinks, it meant it was within his budget.

Feng Jiashu noticed she was staring at him and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Is there something on my face?"

He Qiaoyun looked away and asked, "Did you help me resolve what happened this morning?"

She wasn't stupid. Feng Jiashu's greeting that morning, which was clearly out of concern, also indicated that he knew what had happened.

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "Yes, I have a few friends who work in internet companies. It's just a matter of one phone call."

He Qiaoyun said to him very sincerely, "Thank you, Feng Jiashu."

This matter is very important to her; if it really gets out of hand online, it will be irreversible.

Regardless of how netizens view it, it is a disgraceful thing. Moreover, if someone exaggerates and edits it haphazardly, it will only make her worse off, and all her plans will be completely disrupted.

She was very grateful to Feng Jiashu for his connections, which allowed him to nip the problem in the bud.

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly: "I'm glad I could help you."

After that, neither of them continued the topic and changed the subject.

The dishes were served shortly afterward.

He Qiaoyun had hardly ever eaten Western food, and was very unfamiliar with using a knife and fork.

On the other hand, Feng Jiashu's movements were skillful and elegant, and the aura he exuded made it seem as if this restaurant was tailor-made for him.

Feng Jiashu cut the steak on his plate and handed it to He Qiaoyun, saying, "Here, let's exchange."

He Qiaoyun looked up and saw small, neatly cut pieces of steak, while the steak on her plate was cut into a mess.

She smiled a little shyly, "I'll cut it myself. I'm afraid you won't have an appetite if you see this plate."

Feng Jiashu laughed along, "Why wouldn't you have an appetite? No matter how it's cut, it's all meat, just take it."

She hesitated for a moment, then accepted it, saying, "Then I won't be polite."

Then she handed over her plate.

When Feng Jiashu saw the crookedly cut steak, he couldn't help but chuckle.

He Qiaoyun pretended to be angry and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Jiashu suppressed a laugh, "I'm not laughing, the way you cut it is quite cute."

He Qiaoyun inexplicably laughed along, "Listen to this, is this really a compliment?"

Feng Jiashu coughed lightly and said in a serious tone, "I'll teach you how to cut it later."

He Qiaoyun snorted, "No need. I'll have the chef cut it up for me and give me a pair of chopsticks. I want to eat it with chopsticks."

Feng Jiashu was overjoyed. "I know the owner of this shop, and I'll give him your suggestion as well."

Upon hearing this, He Qiaoyun's face suddenly flushed, and she quickly waved her hand, "I was just joking, did you really take it seriously?"

Feng Jiashu: "I took it seriously, and I think your suggestion is very good. This is a restaurant, and a restaurant should provide people with the most comfortable service. Of course, the steak doesn't have to be served whole, and it doesn't necessarily have to be served with a knife and fork."

He Qiaoyun couldn't help but mutter, "Be careful not to get beaten up by your friend..."

Feng Jiashu shook his head, rubbing his forehead. "My friend is actually quite open-minded."

As they were talking, the waiter carefully carried a bottle of red wine toward them and smiled, saying, "Sir, Madam, this is a 1990 Romanée-Conti."

After showing them that the wine was fine, the waiter opened the red wine in front of them, poured it into a decanter, and carefully poured it into stemmed glasses.

"Sir, I will seal the remaining wine for you. You can choose to keep it here or take it with you after your meal."

Feng Jiashu: "Keep it."

"Okay, sir."

The waiter carried the wine bottle away.

He Qiaoyun picked up her wine glass and gently swirled the red liquid inside. "This wine is so potent."

Feng Jiashu also picked up his wine glass, "Hmm, not bad."

Then, the two glasses made a crisp sound as they chatted and laughed.

Before she knew it, it was getting late. He Qiaoyun was engrossed in the night, drinking one glass of wine after another, and her steps became unsteady.

Feng Jiashu reached out and helped her up, asking, "Are you alright?"

She waved her hand with a smile, "It's nothing, is that all? I used to be a big drinker, but I've gotten a little rusty. But it's alright, I still have the skills, don't worry."

Seeing her condition, Feng Jiashu knew she had drunk too much. Calling a designated driver wouldn't be safe, so he helped her up the elevator. "Do you want to come back with me?"

He Qiaoyun looked up, her eyes staring straight at him, as if trying to see into his heart.

As if possessed, she agreed: "Okay."

Fireworks seemed to light up Feng Jiashu's heart; he felt happier than ever before.