The hotel's dinner is rich, all of which are local specialties, with a sour and sweet taste, and it is very exotic.

Considering the age of the two, the hotel did not serve their dinner with red wine, and the freshly squeezed juice mixed with fresh tropical fruits.

Fenghua wore a bohemian suspender dress with bright oil paintings. She sat in the window seat of the hotel restaurant. She picked up the little swan-shaped cup, took a sip, and slowly pondered: "Mango, pineapple, orange, and... well, the taste is quite unique anyway."

She smiled at the boy, "A Che, you give it a try."

Yan Che raised his glass absent-mindedly and drank, frowned his delicate eyebrows.

It tastes weird, not good, nor bad.

The boy's thoughts were not about whether the juice tasted good or not, so he casually replied: "It's pretty good."

He pursed his lips that were more and more shiny with juice. He paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his words, and said, "Well, when you were on the beach outside, you..."

Are you saying it's my girlfriend?

The rest of the second sentence was condensed on the lips and choked in the throat, and I couldn't ask any questions.

"What am I?" Fenghua pretended not to know what he had not finished saying, and his slender hand, holding a silver Western-style knife and fork, was cutting something, tilting his head and smiling slightly.

"..." Yan Che was slightly depressed, pursed his lips and said, "Nothing."

Fenghua forked up a piece of tender and juicy steak and put it into his mouth, and smiled with a playful smile on his lips.

She lowered her head and covered her expression on her face.

After the meal, the hotel waiter pushed the dining cart and delivered the dessert after the meal.

"There are ice cream sundaes, pine towers and cakes. Which one do you want?" The waiter wearing a red bow under his collar and a creamy little girl looked fluent in English, showing a standard and decent smile.

"ice cream."

"Give her a cake."

Two sounds sounded almost at the same time.

The former is Fenghua, and the latter is Yan Che.

The waiter showed a embarrassed expression on his face, "Two guests..."

Yan Che looked at her.

The light of the hotel crystal chandeliers above his head fell down, falling between the boy's eyebrows and eyes. His pupils seemed to be filled with starlight: "Ice cream is cold, so let's eat cake. Otherwise, during menstruation, I have to..."

After pausing, Yan Che said with great urge to cover up: "Well, it was Mrs. Sheng who told me to take care of you."

Yeah.

She raised her eyebrows, squinted her eyes, and smiled in an unknown way: "Why haven't I heard my mother say that?"

"...You naturally don't know." Yan Che replied vaguely, took a cake with exquisitely decorated with strawberries, pushed it in front of her, and changed the topic, "Eat the cake."

"But, I just want to eat ice cream." She knocked on the table and raised her chin to smile lazyly.

Finally, Yan Che had to compromise helplessly and said, "Okay. But, I can only eat a little."

...

Not far away.

Cheng Feifei sat alone in the seat next to the window, holding her chin and looking here, "I didn't expect that they also lived in this hotel."

Immediately afterwards, she murmured to herself: "Why haven't my mother and that person come down yet? They are almost starving to death."
Chapter completed!