Soon, Song Yuran sadly found that his conditions were not as good as that of his rival.

In front of such an excellent person, her only advantage is to be in love with Huo Qingzhi.

After processing the ingredients, the chef starts cooking.

It's not so much cooking, it's more like performing, the movements are smooth and flowing, and it's very enjoyable to watch.

Due to the extremely high performance concentration, Song Yuran couldn't help questioning: "It's so fancy, is the food in this restaurant really delicious?"

Cheng Xiu said with a smile: "Everyone has different standards for food. You will know later whether it is good or not. I personally have great confidence in him." After a pause, he said, "The boss is a Michelin-starred chef after all."

"Michelin?!" Song Yuran was surprised that she had never seen the world again. She thought that Michelin was a resplendent hotel, or it was an overcrowded internet celebrity check-in restaurant. She never expected to get Michelin in such a form.

Unconsciously, looked around, and there was only one cooking table in this restaurant, and theirs was the only table. As a restaurant, it was really deserted.

Seeing through what she was thinking, Huo Qingzhi explained: "This restaurant is by appointment only, and only accepts two tables a day. It's quality not quantity. I've been here once before, and the taste is very good."

This restaurant serves Western food, which is characterized by exquisite presentation and very expensive prices. Song Yuran, who has eaten Western food a few times, is not interested in this cuisine. For her, she might as well go to a food stall.

However, Huo Qingzhi and Cheng Xiu are obviously different from her. They are used to eating western food, so she has reservations about what they said, and she doesn't have too much expectation.

The starter was a freshly baked toast. Song Yuran stared at the bread on the plate. It looked no different from the one she bought in the store. If there was any difference, all she could think of was the price.

The bread was also equipped with a kitchen knife and a plate of butter. She glanced at the movements of the two people opposite, cut the small bread with the knife according to the drawing of a gourd, and then spread the butter on the plate into the bread.

It was very similar to the pineapple oil she had eaten, but it was a completely different food.

The bread was baked crispy, and crumbs kept falling down when it was cut. Song Yuran's first reaction was that the bread would be absolutely dry, and she prefers soft and fluffy bread.

This thought stopped when she took the first bite. The unremarkable baked bread had a very unique taste due to the addition of butter.

The spread is not only butter, but also other things are added, with a rich milky aroma, she can't taste the specific ingredients, only knows that it is delicious.

Western food is exquisite, and there is only one piece of pre-dinner bread, so small, Song Yuran finished it in two bites.

The bread was much tastier than she expected. She unconsciously pursed the corner of her lower lip, feeling a little unfinished, and suddenly looked forward to this Michelin-starred meal.

Huo Qingzhi saw what she was thinking, and handed her a bite of bread in front of her.

It's not uncommon for couples to feed each other, but it's another matter to have a third person present, but Huo Qingzhi doesn't have so many scruples.

Feeling Cheng Xiu's searching eyes lingering between them, Song Yu suppressed her blushing, opened her mouth to bite down the bun, and smiled at Huo Qingzhi again.

There were pink bubbles between them, oblivious to the presence of large light bulbs.

Facing this scene, Cheng Xiu didn't say anything, just laughed it off, and didn't ask about their relationship.

Still quite calm.

Song Yuran originally thought that if Cheng Xiu asked, they would admit their relationship generously, but the other party didn't take it up, and had already missed the best opportunity for a showdown during self-introduction, so it's not good to suddenly say "we are dating" now.

The meals were served one after another. In order to express his apology for wet clothes, the boss also presented them with a bottle of red wine, which was placed in a beautiful carriage stand.

Cheng Xiu wanted to drive without drinking, so he chatted with them about the history of red wine.

Song Yuran was not interested in this kind of topic, but Cheng Xiu's funny words could easily arouse her interest, and it was considered harmonious after a meal.

As the dinner came to an end, Huo Qingzhi wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, stood up from his chair, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Before turning around, he cast a look at Song Yuran, to the effect that if she and Cheng Xiu were the only ones who felt awkward, they could make an excuse to go together.

Song Yuran saw it, but didn't answer, and watched Huo Qingzhi out of sight before looking away.

It fell on Cheng Xiu's face in front of him, but it only turned away in a short moment, and he picked up the wine glass and took a shallow sip of the red wine.

She doesn't know much about red wine, but the gift of red wine tastes good, not too harsh, allowing her to drink it without any drink.

Just like this western food, it completely broke her previous perception of the unpalatable western food, and it seemed that she was still limited by her knowledge.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, Song Yuran had no expression on his face.

After a minute, Cheng Xiu spoke.

"Is this store to your liking?"

Song Yuran pressed the corners of her lips with a tissue, and replied, "Very good."

Seeing Cheng Xiu nodded, she seemed to be thinking about something, thought for a while, and said, "What's your relationship with Qingzhi?"

Song Yuran raised her eyebrows subconsciously, and finally got to the point. Taking advantage of the protagonist's absence, did the fox's tail want to show?

"As you can see." She said calmly, "We are dating."

Then she saw Cheng Xiu frowned, and forced a smile again.

She asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm thinking." Cheng Xiu paused, and met her gaze, "What are the chances of me chasing Qingzhi?"

"..." Saying this in front of her, in Song Yuran's view, meant to declare war, and his face darkened instantly.

She put down the knife and fork, trying to suppress the other party with pheromones, but she realized that Cheng Xiu was a beta, who was not sensitive to pheromones by nature, and always smiled faintly when facing her sense of oppression.

This advantage is gone.

"I can tell you the answer." Song Yuran replied, "The probability is zero."

"Why are you so sure?" Cheng Xiu shrugged, "My qualifications are not bad, aren't I?"

Song Yu was speechless. After a while, she finally found the words to fight back.

"Love is not a sale, let alone the one who pays the highest price. It doesn't matter what your conditions are."

Cheng Xiu smiled without saying a word, the confidence in the smile made her very uncomfortable and depressed.

Huo Qingzhi came back soon, she walked to Song Yuran, put one hand on the back of her chair, and said, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Before Song Yuran finished speaking, Cheng Xiu cut her off first, "I told Song that I want to chase you."

These words made the already not relaxed atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly tense. Song Yuran's brows were so wrinkled that they could kill a fly. This love rival really doesn't care about her real girlfriend.

The expression on Huo Qingzhi's face froze for a moment, and then he smiled lightly. Seeing Cheng Xiu's smile not reaching his eyes, he said, "It's your right to chase whoever you want, but I have to tell you that Yuran and I are dating."

As she spoke, she pulled Song Yuran up from the chair and clasped her fingers tightly in front of Cheng Xiu, "If you want to waste time, just try."

"Let's go, old friend." She led Song Yuran out, stopped a few steps forward, turned to look at Cheng Xiu and added: "That's right. I don't know if you know about our baby kiss, ILet me tell you first, I don't accept it."

After coming out of the building, the two got into a taxi.

Huo Qingzhi held Song Yuran's hand with both hands, and said nervously: "Did Cheng Xiu tell you something that made you uncomfortable just now?"

Song Yuran shook his head. Cheng Xiu didn't say much just now, and their atmosphere didn't even have the atmosphere of rivalry. The other party just made a very calm statement.

Only myself, from the moment he opened his mouth, he was completely panicked.

She shook her head, remained silent for a minute, then turned to look at Huo Qingzhi: "Objectively speaking, what do you think of Cheng Xiuren?"

The person who was asked didn't know what mood she was asking this question, and didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Song Yuran thought about it seriously, and said, "Aside from the last sentence, I have a very good impression of him after this meal."

Even though she is a rival in love, she has to admit that despite her selfishness, Cheng Xiu is humorous and a gentleman, and his conversation is full of confidence.

When talking about the things he likes, he is full of energy and devotion. The feeling of chatting is not the annoying Pu Xinnan, but the confidence brought by his rich experience.

In modern times, he is a very good and high-quality man. If she were replaced by her in the past, she would appreciate such a man and want to be friends with him.

But now, having such an excellent rival in love made her very uneasy. Even though she knew that Huo Qingzhi would not like Cheng Xiu, she would still think wildly uncontrollably, afraid of losing.

"Well..." Huo Qingzhi paused, "I agree with your statement."

Her approval, that is, the literal meaning, she is just the intimacy of an old friend after seeing Cheng Xiu for many years, it is undeniable that the character and talkative bonus points, can become a friend who can chat, there is nothing elseaspects of the idea.

The taxi was not a convenient place for heart-to-heart talk, so Song Yuran was a little silent along the way, her thoughts were going back and forth, she had thought a lot, and she was a little detoured into a dead end.

She followed Huo Qingzhi back home and opened the curtains. The night outside had already fallen, and the outer walls of the buildings in the distance were shining bright neon lights.

The surrounding area was quiet. In the high-end community, she couldn't hear the crying of the children downstairs, let alone the young couple arguing and blaming each other. Everything was harmonious.

"What are you thinking?" Huo Qingzhi gently hugged her from behind, and put his forehead on her shoulder, "I've been depressed since I came back. What are you thinking, can you tell me?"

"I'm thinking about Cheng Xiu." She replied truthfully.

"Because he said he wanted to chase me?" Huo Qingzhi paused, "I'll delete him."

"Don't." Song Yuran turned around, and she took Huo Qingzhi's hand, "I'm not worried that you will like him...I just..."

She frowned, struggled in her heart for a long time, and still chose to confess: "I... I just think that compared with him, I am really ordinary, and you have many better choices. Is this me worthy of your liking??”

"Is it worth talking about whether love is worth it?" Huo Qingzhi watched her quietly, then slowly reached out, brushed the hair on the side of her face, and stroked it behind her ear, "I think you are very good, I like you,That's enough, I don't need you to make changes you don't like for me."

What do you like about me?The good feelings you have for me are all based on my helping you, but these are all obtained by 'cheating'.Put all that aside, and you'll see that I'm nothing.

She really wanted to say this, but in the end she still didn't speak, and reached out to hug Huo Qingzhi.

"If..." Song Yuran took a deep breath, and suddenly choked up the words that came to his mouth.

Huo Qingzhi: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." She lowered her head and buried her face in Huo Qingzhi's neck, her voice muffled, "Shall we have dinner at home tomorrow night, I'll cook for you, what do you want to eat?"

Huo Qingzhi caressed her long hair, tilted his head and kissed her behind the ear, and said softly, "I'll eat whatever you cook."

"Okay." Song Yuran's smile returned to his face, "Then I'm going to take a shower, and by the way, think about what to eat tomorrow night."

She quickly took a shower, then stood on the balcony to blow the air, and then turned around, the room was empty, and the bathroom door was closed.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Song Yuran took out her mobile phone and chose the latter after briefly debating between texting and calling.

It rang a few times before it was connected.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so late, Mr. Lei." She looked up at the dark blue night sky. It was a full moon tonight, and it was dotted with stars, which made the moonlight even brighter.

She was afraid that she would regret the decision she made at this time when she woke up tomorrow, so she blocked the way out.

"About the treatment... I want to know more about it."

Mr. Lei is very busy. Hearing that she has the idea of changing jobs, he is also willing to spare time to meet and talk in detail, which shows that he attaches great importance to it.

After finishing the call, Song Yu felt like letting go of most of the heavy burden on her heart, but she didn't completely relax. Job hopping is not something that can be determined in a single thought. The position of director Lei Hai gave her is certainly attractive, but she has not confirmed it in detail.Everything before the salary is empty talk.

She heard footsteps in the room, Huo Qingzhi came out of the bathroom wiping her hair, Song Yuran tightened her grip on the railing, and walked into the room in the next second.

"I'll help you wipe your hair." She took the towel from Huo Qingzhi, spread it out in her hands, carefully wrapped a strand of her hair, and gently rubbed it to absorb the moisture on it.

It's very different from usual, this time was very patient and wiped hair with a towel until it was 70% dry, and also adjusted the hair dryer to the warm air setting to blow it slowly.

Huo Qingzhi saw Song Yuran's expression from the mirror. She lowered her eyes and looked serious, as if she was treating a rare treasure carefully.

She laughed and said, "Why do you feel weird?"

"What's wrong?"

Huo Qingzhi teased her: "How could you have been so patient before."

Song Yuran turned off the hair dryer, wrinkled her nose and made a face at her, "Fart, I've always been patient, okay, you have to be good at discovering my good points."

"Okay, okay." Mr. Huo followed her, "My Ranbao is full of advantages, so there are no disadvantages."

"That's about the same."

The two looked at each other, and they never looked away. The lovers who are passionately in love only need to look at each other, and they are on the verge of breaking out.

Song Yuran looked at her softly, then lowered his head and kissed her forehead, feeling that it wasn't enough, he kissed her cheeks, ears, and chin, but not where she wanted to be kissed.

Until Huo Qingzhi stretched out his arms, hooked her shoulders, and kissed her passionately.

What follows is self-evident.

Song Yuran's offensive was fierce and eager, as if they were about to separate in the next moment, as if there was no tomorrow, crazy and enthusiastic.

Tonight, the question she asked the most: "Do you like me?"

She asked tirelessly, and she felt annoyed when she asked, but her brain still opened her mouth uncontrollably, and Huo Qingzhi answered in the affirmative every time, without falling behind.

Finally, the two gradually calmed down.

Huo Qingzhi was so tired that he closed his eyes and fell asleep completely.

She looked at the face close in front of her eyes, with a sense of loss in her eyes, and stretched out her hand to gently cover her cheek.

He murmured: "I only have you, and I won't like anyone else except you."