After Lin Fanyue sang for a while, she found that the food was impeccable, "Qingrui, I find you are so good at finding such a delicious restaurant, and the hot pot base last time was also delicious....

..."

"I grew up in Beijing, and no one is more familiar with this place than me. If you like it, you can always make dinner appointments when you have time." Song Qingrui said with a smile, "The food at the Presidential Palace is okay, but I always eat with my dad.

, so serious that when I saw his face, I felt tense and tired all over."

Lin Fanyue laughed, "It's not that exaggerated."

In fact, she also agreed with what Song Qingrui said. Every time she ate with President Song, she was cautious.

"Don't you?" Song Qingrui asked playfully, "Every time you pass a dish you like when you eat, you are too embarrassed to turn it around."

"..."

Lin Fanyue looked at the man next to her who knew everything, and was stunned, "You...how do you know?"

"I also know that you like to eat fish, taro, and drunk crab."

While Song Qingrui was talking, he was picking up vegetables for her. What he was holding were the dishes he just mentioned: yellow croaker with onion, steamed pork ribs with taro, and Jiangnan drunken crab.

Lin Fanyue was speechless for a while.

It was also at this moment that she suddenly realized that Song Rongshi ordered all her favorite dishes, and he knew her so well...

how so.

She actually didn't cause much trouble when eating at the Presidential Palace, but he noticed her.

If you think about it carefully, it seems that every time Song Qingrui is in the Presidential Palace, every time she eats, her favorite dishes are intentionally or unintentionally put in front of her.

She thought it was a coincidence, but it turned out not to be.

"Qing Rui, why are you so nice to me?" Lin Fanyue said, turning to look at the man beside her.

Because they had to take care of Yueyue, the two sat next to each other, and she could clearly see the man's thick eyelashes and clear eyes.

"How many times have you asked me this question?"

Song Qingrui was funny, "Just because I remember your favorite dishes?"

Lin Fanyue pouted, "I usually don't pay much attention to what you like to eat."

"Why do you pay attention to others?" Song Qingrui's dark eyes showed no sign of anger at all.

Lin Fanyue was stunned, "You are not someone else, I mean..."

"You are not a careful person to begin with." Song Qingrui interrupted her, "And I am not the man you care about. This is normal."

Lin Fanyue's mind seemed to be stuck.

Is this normal?

Isn't this normal? What he means is that he remembers it because he puts himself in his heart.

No, no, no, doesn’t Song Qingrui like men?

"I'm different from you."

Song Qingrui took a sip from the tea cup and said in a casual tone, "I have been attending various dinner parties with my dad since I was 14 years old. My dad was not born to be the president. There are a lot of people above him who have higher positions than him, so I have to always

I always pay attention to what the secretary likes to eat, what the secretary's daughter likes to eat, and what the committee member hates to eat. Even though it's just eating, those people are very cautious. I can only observe it from their eyes and details.

, For example, which leader picked up an extra chopstick for a certain dish, and which leader picked up an extra chopstick and left it untouched."

Lin Fanyue understood, but felt a little bit distressed.

Think about what he was doing when he was 14 years old, living a carefree and heartless life.

She said in a low voice: "You can do this when entertaining dinner parties, but there is no need for me."

"I know, sometimes it's just instinct."

Song Qingrui said with a smile, "Don't say it's a meal outside, even if it's a meal at the Song family's old house, you have to clearly remember which elder likes to eat what. The better you do, the higher the elders in the family will be.

Take a look at you."


Chapter completed!