Zhuo Lin glared, this guy has such a venomous mouth.
Is this how he always treats his blind dates?
Such a person doesn’t look like someone who would marry from a blind date, yet he still comes out to create trouble. People like him mainly have too high standards and are full of themselves, not so friendly towards others.
"Master Jiang, don’t take out your temper on me. I’m not one of those calculating women fawning over you. At least be polite to people, it’s the foundation of earning respect, and what does it matter to you if I’m in a rush?" Zhuo Lin put on her coat neatly, ready to leave.
But she was grabbed from behind by the arm and pulled towards the parking lot.
"What are you doing?"
"Going to eat! You didn’t object when my mom was here, you should show me some respect too, get in the car!"
He opened the car door with an attitude that signaled he would wait her out until she got in.
Zhuo Lin obediently got into the car. She had no say in the face of authority.
Jiang Shaoqing drove, turned the steering wheel slightly, and the car veered onto the main road leading home.
The scenery around them began to change.
"What do you want to eat?"
She almost scoffed at the rare request for her opinion.
Is this supposed to be democratic?
Rolling her eyes, she pointed at a small shop by the roadside which prominently displayed ’Mixed Noodles’.
This was a shop specializing in Mixed Noodles and hot and sour noodle soup. It was so popular that there was a long queue, and the place was small and seemed disorganized and unhygienic due to the crowd.
She didn’t believe Jiang Shaoqing could stomach such a place. How could such a pampered young master ever dine in such a down-to-earth shop?
Imagining that scene, Zhuo Lin couldn’t help but want to snicker unkindly.
Aunt Shen, it’s not that I want to bully your son, but where there is oppression, there will be resistance.
True enough, Jiang Shaoqing’s brows furrowed as if in a knot, a sight Zhuo Lin found quite delightful. Yes!
That’s right, Master Jiang!
The car stopped with a screech not far from the shop, slowly backing up, attracting many curious glances.
Someone actually drove to eat Mixed Noodles and hot and sour noodle soup?
Which rich young master is trying to experience life?
Zhuo Lin was startled, he really came.
"Get out, didn’t you want to eat?"
Jiang Shaoqing opened the car door, looking unconcerned with the numerous stares, exuding a strong presence that soon turned some of those stares into admiration and amazement.
Zhuo Lin found herself in a difficult position, slowly opening the door, not even waiting for her to get out before being pulled out by the collar.
"Are you a snail? So slow, you’re about to set a Guinness World Record."
Pulling her arm, they walked inside.
In an instant, Zhuo Lin felt countless knives slicing through her.
Damn, was this to get her public hate?
Let’s eat then, who’s afraid!
Straightening her back and raising her head, Zhuo Lin strutted away from Jiang Shaoqing and boldly walked in.
Luckily there were not many people in line today, and it was soon their turn.
"Boss, two bowls of Mixed Noodles, two bowls of hot and sour noodle soup, and make them extra spicy!"
Actually, the shop really had good flavors, and she would come especially to eat here when she had time because it tasted indeed delicious.
Since we’re here, let’s settle and enjoy.
With food in hand, of course, you have to enjoy.
Clutching the ticket, Zhuo Lin pointed at the counter, "Come and help me get it. I don’t have four hands!"
The two each carried two bowls, with chopsticks placed on the rims, and found a small table for four next to a couple, obviously in love.
There were no other seats available.