Rong Jiaojiao wanted to see if what her girlfriends said about Shen Jue serving Rong Qingqing was true or not.
In reality, the fact that Shen Jue served Rong Qingqing is true.
However, Rong Qingqing bossing Shen Jue around is even truer.
The taste of this hotpot restaurant unexpectedly suited Rong Qingqing’s palate.
After the first bite, Rong Qingqing found it hard to stop eating, and eventually, she couldn’t keep up with everything.
At first, Rong Qingqing just asked Shen Jue to help her with some dishes within his arm’s reach, and Shen Jue obliged.
After she ate a few bites, Rong Qingqing asked Shen Jue to help her get the dishes that were a bit further away. Shen Jue glanced at her but still complied.
Shen Jue didn’t argue with Rong Qingqing, which led to Rong Qingqing totally taking advantage of the situation.
Then, Rong Qingqing began to command Shen Jue to scoop up all the cooked food for her—meatballs, shrimp dumplings, vegetables, scallops, shrimp, sole fish, enoki mushrooms...
And everything else that Rong Qingqing wanted to eat.
"Get me a couple of pieces of vegetables to cut the grease."
"Hurry! My ox tripe takes only eight seconds, scoop it out quickly!"
"Fatty beef! If it’s over ten seconds, it won’t be tender!"
"It’s burning me, hurry! Shen Jue! Top up my drink quickly!"
To the point where, in the end, Shen Jue was not only busy but barely got to eat a few bites himself.
When Rong Qingqing patted her stomach and said she was full, Shen Jue was so busy that he looked quite gloomy.
"Rong Qingqing, there won’t be a next time."
Shen Jue gritted his teeth, thinking that if he goes out to eat with Rong Qingqing again, he’d be a real fool!
Even when Shen Qiao was at an age where he needed supervision, he didn’t dare to boss him around .
From the moment Rong Qingqing made her first request, he should have just put on a stern face and refused, preventing her from taking advantage.
Rong Qingqing, having eaten and drank to her heart’s content, supported her head with her hand and just watched Shen Jue with a cheerful grin.
But upon hearing that Shen Jue was upset from being ordered around, Rong Qingqing felt she had to do something to make up for it.
"Come on~" Rong Qingqing stood up, "I’m full now, it’s my turn to serve you, Young Master Shen Jue."
Rong Qingqing put on a fawning expression, "Just say what you want to eat? Just say the word, and I’ll cook it for you immediately, never letting your mouth stay empty for even a second!"
Rong Qingqing moved next to Shen Jue, "How about ox tripe? I even saved more than half a plate for you. It’s really crispy and delicious here. Let me cook some for you."
Rong Qingqing eagerly stood up, picked up the public chopsticks, and dropped a large piece of ox tripe into the pot. She was afraid of the heat and didn’t dare hold the tripe with chopsticks over the pot like Shen Jue did.
She tossed the tripe into the pot from above, which caused a splash that landed directly on the back of her hand.
Rong Qingqing dropped the chopsticks and shook her hand, cursing incoherently in pain.
"You’re out of luck; I’m done serving you,"
Rong Qingqing plopped herself back into her seat, exuding a strong aura of displeasure.
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Rong Qingqing leaned back sulking at her own clumsiness while Shen Jue looked at the hand she hid behind her back.
"Let me see your hand," Shen Jue said, and when Rong Qingqing rolled her eyes at him without moving, he moved closer and grabbed her hand.
Rong Qingqing made a couple of attempts to shake him off but gave up, "Fine, go ahead and look!"
Then she thrust her hand towards Shen Jue, almost as if she was going to stick it right in front of his eyes to make sure he saw it clearly.
If it were anyone else, Shen Jue would have rudely slapped that hand away by now.