CHAPTER 58: CHAPTER 58: DRINKING WATER

A man walked over from the back kitchen. He had a tall and slender figure, sharp features, and black-framed glasses that concealed his piercing eyes. His lips were thin, his nose high and straight, and he had a small ponytail, bringing a touch of decadence to his refined appearance.

The man’s gaze fell on Tong Yan, and he extended his hand, "Hello, I’m Qiao Jing, the owner of this restaurant and a friend of Mo’s."

Emperor Bo is really amazing! Friends all over the world!

Just as Tong Yan was about to shake hands, Bo Yimo took hold of her hand.

Tong Yan was excited. She, she, she was holding hands with Emperor Bo!

Qiao Jing looked at their clasped hands with a meaningful smile, gossiping mischievously, "There’s something fishy."

Bo Yimo remained indifferent, his voice calm and decisive, "Rabies is rampant recently, be careful not to get infected."

Qiao Jing’s face turned dark, gritting his teeth, "Bo! Yimo! Who are you calling a mad dog!"

Bo Yimo acted as if he hadn’t heard, calmly ordering, "Let’s have one of everything expensive."

Tong Yan was full of admiration, Emperor Bo’s sharp tongue was becoming more formidable.

Qiao Jing snorted coldly and turned to leave.

The atmosphere became suddenly dull.

What should be done now?

What should she say?

#Having dinner with a crush, what to do when it gets awkward! Anxious, online waiting!#

Crush? Hmm? It seems some nonsense got mixed in...

Tong Yan looked around frantically, then in a panic, picked up a bowl of water in front of her, took a big sip, and said with a silly smile, "This water tastes quite good." And then took a few more sips.

Bo Yimo casually remarked, after swishing his cup and cutlery in the bowl of water, "There’s plenty of water. If it’s good, have them bring another bowl."

Tong Yan didn’t know whether to swallow the water or spit it out.

Someone tell her, which restaurant would place a bowl of dishwashing water in front of the seat!

#Having dinner with a crush, mistook dishwashing water for drinking water, what to do! Very anxious! Online waiting!#

So exhausted, can’t love anymore. The number of times she’s embarrassed herself in front of Emperor Bo is more than her little heart can handle.

Manual goodbye, okay.

Bo Yimo’s eyes flashed with a hidden smile, this silly girl.

Tong Yan looked up at the sky, tears streaming down her face. She wished none of this had happened.

If heaven gave her another chance, she would never pick up that bowl of water and drink half of it!

Fortunately, Qiao Jing came back with the dishes at this moment.

Japanese cuisine, each dish exquisite and delicate, like pieces of sky-crafting art, just looking at them is a delight.

Tong Yan is a fan of Japanese cuisine and especially fond of sashimi.

Only she knew about this preference.

And yet, every dish before her was something she loved.

Emperor Bo’s taste is exactly the same as hers! Thumbs up!

Much later she learned, Bo Yimo didn’t like Japanese food and had a severe allergy to sashimi.

But for now, she just thought it was a coincidence.

Tong Yan’s eyes lit up, "Young Master Mo, you like eating these too?"

Bo Yimo responded softly, his voice thin and gentle, like aged wine, the more you savor it, the more it lingers on the palate.

Qiao Jing leaned against the bar, rolling his eyes at him, keep pretending! You’ll get what’s coming to you! "Hey beauty, this is the first time he’s brought a girl here. Tell me, what’s your relationship?"

"We’re in the same drama, he’s the lead male, I’m a supporting female, and my name is Tong Yan." Tong Yan picked up a thick piece of sashimi, dipped it in soy sauce, and put it into her mouth, immediately closing her eyes in bliss.

"Tong Yan, huh..." Qiao Jing glanced at her chest, wisely changing the topic, "Isn’t this guy hard to please? He’s especially picky, complains my dishes aren’t clean enough, and insisted on a bowl of water to wash them himself, you say..."

Tong Yan choked up.

Can this dishwashing water joke just be let go? Truly good friends, stabbing each other mercilessly.