Chapter 62 Suburban Private Restaurant

  Ning Meng pushed open the door and took a look, the car stopped in front of a private house restaurant, looking a bit like a villa, only the yard was bigger, with flowers and trees planted, and bamboo planted around the house, the environment was quite elegant.

  A middle-aged man came out and pulled on Guanxian's hand, saying, "Xianzi, it's been a long time since you've come to Uncle Kang's place. What do you want to eat today? I'll have someone make it for you."

  Guan Xian smiled and said, "There are some light dishes ready-made, just take a look and help yourself."

  Kang Shu nodded and turned around to leave.

  Two people entered the private room, and the dishes were served quickly. Four dishes and one soup were presented in a lively manner, with seafood and meat paired together, savory and just right. Although it looked like home cooking, the taste was surprisingly good.

  Ning Meng was really starving, couldn't care about being elegant anymore, holding chopsticks and eating hastily, while the man opposite her said he was also very hungry, but was being refined and unhurried. Actually, several times seeing him eat were like this, at first when they drank porridge together, that day in the tangerine garden facing a big table of dishes was also... Ah, probably children from wealthy families have to receive etiquette training from a young age, every move is dignified.

  "You're not eating, what are you looking at me for?"

  Faint. Although this man can't help but be a bit of a pretty boy, she seems too blatant about it.

  "There's nothing, I just think you have a particularly good demeanor when eating." She was caught red-handed and stretched out her hand to find a spoon to stir the soup as cover.

  He smiled slightly, put down his chopsticks and muttered, "My mother was a proper lady from a big family, with a very gentle temperament, but our home education was very strict when we were young. She specially invited a teacher to teach my brother and me etiquette, that teacher was a bit scary, so, neither I nor Xiao Di dared to be presumptuous at the dinner table, now that no one is in charge, it has become a habit, and even if I want to hurry up, I won't be able to."

  This was the first time she had heard him mention his late mother, and her heart skipped a beat as she thought of the rumors circulating in the company, as well as some information she had casually gathered from Yang Ming. It seemed that after Guanxian's mother passed away, his father remarried, and due to his last words before passing away, Xiao Di was entrusted to the Yang family as their daughter.

  Seeing the sorrow flash in his eyes, she hastily apologized, "It's all my fault, I made you think of sad things."

  "It's none of your business." He shook his head and said, "A lot of time has passed, actually I rarely recall these things nowadays."

  "Mrs. Guan should be a good mother." She thought of her father and couldn't help but sigh, "My father passed away when I was very young, and in my impression, he had a bad temper, loved to drink, and would hit my siblings and me. But after he left, I always remembered him carrying me on his shoulders to buy candied hawthorns... all the good things about him."

  Guan Xian saw that Lemongrass had become a picture of perfect bliss, but now she saw the worry on her face and felt that something was off. So she called out, "Dullard, hurry up and eat, the dishes are getting cold."

  Idiot? This person really holds grudges.

  She sipped her soup and casually asked, "Is your memory especially good?"

  "Not bad. Although it's not memorized at a glance, it's still better than average." He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

  "For example, after getting drunk, you still remember things clearly the next day, right?"

  He raised his head and glanced at her sideways, saying slowly, "It's not good to talk about when drinking. Most of it is remembered, but some details may be temporarily forgotten, and after a while, who knows, maybe everything will come back. For example, that night in the tangerine garden, I remember that at first, Yang Ming and I were drinking happily, then you and Xiao Di came over, Yang Ming was sent away, and I drank with you again, and then..."

  As expected, she had a good memory and curiously asked, "What happened next?"

  Guan Xian shrugged and said, "It seems like I went back to the house to sleep, but the details are a bit fuzzy... or can you remember anything?"

  The key place appeared with a blank, which made people want to cry without tears. Ning Meng gritted her teeth and said, "Alas, don't mention me, my memory has always been bad. As for what happened that night, I had almost forgotten it by the time I woke up the next day."

  Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her face was a bit gloomy.

  Ning Meng drank the soup and sighed, thinking that maybe she should just pack everything up and go back home. After all, the next day was also a weekend, and it would be enough for her and Su Mei to eat together once.

  On the way back, Ning Meng wanted to have someone pack it up, but Guan Xian thought the dish was too greasy and refused. Damn, the rules of capitalists are really many.