No matter how bad her mood was, Han Jing'er couldn't help but laugh. She said: "Mi Jiayu, although you are doing a disservice and making my reputation worse, I still thank you for your good intentions.

.Mi Jiayu, thank you."

Mi Jiayu looked at her in the rearview mirror with a playful smile: "How do you thank me? How about you pledge yourself to me?"

Han Jing'er was annoyed and rolled her eyes: "You think well! I'll treat you to dinner."

Mi Jiayu said angrily: "It's just as simple as eating? Han Jing'er, you are too stingy."

Han Jing'er had a dull look on her face: "Are you going to eat or not? Don't make a sound!"

Mi Jiayu was helpless: "Eat, eat, eat, who said I won't eat?"

Han Jing'er asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Mi Jiayu said: "Whatever."

Han Jing'er said: "Today is Christmas, let's go to eat Western food."

We arrived at a Western restaurant called "The Westin Regent".

The Western restaurant is indescribably luxurious. It has a new European style, with two luxurious Roman columns erected at the entrance. There is a fireplace in the interior. Under the gorgeous chandelier, there are dark maple furniture and romantic Roman curtains.

Exquisite oil paintings and well-made sculptures and crafts.

The perfect combination of traditional European luxury and modern practicality.

It gives people a noble, elegant, graceful and luxurious enjoyment.

After sitting down, Han Jing'er asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Mi Jiayu said lazily: "Whatever."

Han Jing'er glanced at him: "There's no 'casual' food."

Mi Jiayu seemed to have discovered a new world. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Jing'er with interest for a while, then grinned: "Han Jing'er, I didn't expect that a rigid person like you also has humor."

Han Jing'er scolded: "You are so old-fashioned!" She asked: "What on earth do you want to eat?"

Mi Jiayu said: "I listen to you. I'll eat whatever you order. This is called a wife singing with her husband - why are you staring at me like that? Well, I made a mistake. I should say, it's called a woman singing with a man."

Han Jing'er glanced at him.

Mi Jiayu made a face in return.

The waiter standing nearby was a girl in her early 20s. She couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Han Jing'er ordered black pepper beef tenderloin with grain-fed crispy chicken steak, German cowboy sausage with American grain-fed pork chop with Campari pear juice, Italian wild mushroom cream soup, strawberry pudding, and French vanilla braised eggs.

Mi Jiayu said: "Add a bottle of French red wine."

Han Jing'er said: "No, you still have to drive and you can't drink."

Mi Jiayu muttered: "This won't work, that won't work either, it's so boring!"

Han Jing'er ignored him.

While waiting for the food, Han Jing'er turned her head and looked out the window.

At this time, the sky was gradually turning dark, the dusk mist was slowly rising, and the surrounding street lights were on one after another. Thousands of lights were on from far and near, and the whole city became brightly lit.

There are two young boys. They are stacking musical instruments on the side of the road. One plays the harp and the other plays the bass. Sometimes they play in a duo, sometimes they play alone, intoxicated with themselves, singing one song after another.

A song.

The streets are very lively and crowded with people everywhere.

People come and go around them, go and come again.

Some people passed by without looking sideways. Some people stopped and stood in front of the two boys. They listened for a while and then dispersed. Others stopped and listened again.

There was a small cardboard box in front of him, and someone in the audience took the initiative to throw down one or two dollars.
Chapter completed!