Chapter 166: Childhood sweetheart and a girl from heaven? Straight men and homophobia! (3)
Childhood sweetheart and a lover who falls from the sky? Straight men and homophobia! (Thirteen)
"What the hell? Blue God, is this the so-called small shop you mentioned on the road? Not worth mentioning?"
As soon as Chen Feng entered the door, he started screaming and looked shocked.
Downtown, top floor restaurant, floor-to-ceiling windows, violinist.
This configuration is not ordinary in any way.
Lin Mo was as shocked as he was, but he had to save face.
He walked towards Song Ning and Lance silently, covering his face.
"I don't know him. I don't know him. I don't know him..."
This is too embarrassing, Chen Feng!
What are you doing!
There are so many people here, what is Chen Feng yelling about? I am really impressed.
Lance was somewhat used to it.
He waved his hand, "It's really just a small shop."
"Lance, you're here."
The man bumped shoulders with Lance, then greeted everyone with a smile.
His hair was half gray and his features were very dark, and at first glance he looked like an older foreigner.
"Come in and sit down. Have you looked at the menu? Is there anything you want to eat?"
Chen Feng and Lin Mo stared at each other with wide eyes, looking confused.
Isn’t this a foreigner?
How come I speak Chinese better than them?
"Let's take a look at the menu. Show us your specialty, Jameson."
Lance casually chatted with the other party about the business in the store, and suddenly thought of something and looked at Song Ning.
Song Ning:?
Why look at him?
He was wondering, but Jameson burst into laughter.
He said something quickly in a foreign language. Song Ning could only hear that it was French, but he didn't understand what he said specifically.
Lance also murmured something in French, and Jameson shook his head.
Lance cursed and laughed, then pushed the man away.
Jameson clicked his tongue twice and took a step forward reluctantly.
However, Song Ning felt that this person seemed to have given him a special look before leaving, and there was a hint of curiosity in that look that made him puzzled.
"Okay, you two don't have to stand so far apart. The box is well soundproofed and can't be seen from outside. Do whatever you want."
As soon as Lance finished speaking, Chen Feng and Lin Mo's faces were pressed directly against the glass window.
"Wow! You can see the whole city clearly from here!"
"Yeah! I think I can see a bit of our school. Can you see over there?"
"It seems so! That seems to be our dormitory building, right? Wow, that's awesome!"
"Why don't you go over and take a look with the two of them?"
Lance glanced at Song Ning who was sitting quietly at the table and chuckled.
"Hmm? No, I'm a little afraid of heights."
Song Ning didn't expect to be questioned suddenly, and he made up an excuse in a panic.
He was still in a daze, wondering why Jameson was looking at him while chatting with Lance.
"Afraid of heights?"
Lance raised an eyebrow and suddenly stretched out his hand and placed it on the table.
Song Ning: “?”
"Are you scared sitting here? If you are, you can hold my hand."
Lance lazily supported half of his chin with a smile in the corner of his eyes.
Song Ning: …
For some reason, he always felt that there was a hint of sarcasm in this sentence.
"You know I'm not actually afraid of heights?"
Song Ning had no choice but to guess so.
"Oh, has he been spotted?"
Lance pulled his hand back with a look of regret.
Song Ning couldn't help but stare at the man.
So Lance really knew? Then what did he mean by that?
"Stop playing around, order the food first, and then study the rest."
Lance was talking about Chen Feng and the others, but pushed the menu in front of Song Ning.
The two of them didn't mind, and they came up to Song Ning and started scratching their ears and cheeks with laughter.
In the end, it was Song Ning who took charge of the situation and grasped the preferences of these two people with indecisiveness, which resulted in the result.
When the dishes were served, Lance asked them to comment on them as usual.
How could the funny duo dare to review this restaurant after seeing where it is located?
I wish I could stand up my toes and praise myself.
Song Ning tasted carefully and noticed a slight difference.
"I've always felt that this dish was a little different, but I couldn't put my finger on it."
He tasted it again.
"Now that I think about it, maybe it's because the chef is French? I always feel like the food tastes a bit like French food."
"A little bit. Do you think it will have any impact?"
Lance was not too surprised. The reason why he always called his little prince the little prince in his heart was not just because he could shine on the stage.
"That's right."
Song Ning breathed a sigh of relief and tasted it again.
"Personally, I think it's not bad, and I can even say it has some flavor characteristics. But if you are a general customer who wants to eat more authentic flavors, you may have an opinion on this."
"Well, it's okay. Can you guess what the selling point of our restaurant is?"
Lance smiled but said nothing.
Song Ning suddenly realized.
“So this is the selling point.”
"Hmm~"
"You are quite smart then."
At least he really didn't expect that what was originally a shortcoming could actually be used as a selling point.
Song Ning couldn't help but look at Lance twice more.
So whose idea was this selling point?
Is it the chef, or is it Lance?
He thought he would be more inclined to Lance.
After all, considering the chef's age, he should not be short of funds, not to mention that his partner is still in school.
Something must have impressed the chef, so he chose to form a joint venture with Lance.
Song Ning was still hoping that the chef would come over again so that he could ask him something secretly.
After all, communication is clearly not a problem.
But unfortunately, at this time, more and more people were dining there.
Until they finished their meal and took photos with the funny duo, they didn't have a chance to see the chef again.
The next day after returning to school, the counselor informed them.
Lu Fengqian woke up, and after knowing that Lance would bear all the medical expenses, he said that he just accidentally fell.
Although this statement is not credible, the instructor obviously does not want to make a big deal out of it.
After repeated discussions, we finally reached a result.
All those involved in this incident were given a verbal warning and required to write a 3,000-word self-criticism.
Lu Fengqian, who was seriously injured and bedridden, was no exception, but he could wait until he recovered before handing it over.
Lin Mo was deeply moved by this result, and took the initiative to say that he would take full responsibility for writing the self-criticism letters from his brothers.
Lance and Song Ning both smiled and refused.
Chen Feng was about to agree, but then he hesitated.
Would it be better if he was more sociable?
"Boss, Brother Ning, you don't have to..."
Lin Mo was touched.
Song Ning just smiled.
Lance looked at him directly, speechless.
"Let's not talk about how you can write in four different handwritings. Let me remind you, have you finished writing that 5,000-word paper in your hand?"
Lin Mo was stunned, and his expression slowly froze.
After a while, 326 let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
"Kill me! Do you think I'm going to risk my life to write 8,000 words?"