She was really happy to be able to meet Yaotian soon, but she didn't expect it to be so explicit.
She raised her hand and rubbed her cheeks, and said to Zhu Zhu: "Do you look calmer now, aren't you so nymphomaniac?"
"Poof, teasing you, you really believe it."
Ai Baobao was speechless, "Villain, if you had known, you wouldn't have told Li Tezhu the truth of the matter so quickly, let the two of you entangle, and laugh at me."
"Okay babe, I was wrong."
Zhu Zhu immediately admitted his mistake.
"Hmph."
Ai Baobao snorted proudly.
At this moment when the two were talking, the plane had closed the cabin door and opened the runway, and after a while, it flew into the air, and after it was stable, the flight attendant began to push the cart to distribute lunch to the passengers.
Ai Baobao's plane happened to be 12:15 minutes in the afternoon, and it was time for lunch.
The plane meals are all unified, but Ai Baobao and Zhu Zhu were busy all morning, and they rushed over to catch the plane in a hurry, and they were already hungry with their chests against their backs, even if the taste was very poor, the two of them ate cleanly.
After eating, Ai Baobao began to feel sleepy and went to sleep with her coat on her body.
As soon as she slept this, she slept directly until the plane landed.
Because she took temporary leave to return to City C, no one else knew, so she didn't meet the fans who picked her up at the airport.
Ai Baobao and Zhu Zhu went out of the airport, Zhu Zhu took a taxi and left first, and Ai Baobao stopped a taxi by herself.
The hot pot restaurant has opened, and she plans to go over to have a look first, and then go to pick up Tongtong, who has adapted to domestic kindergarten life in advance.
The taxi stopped at the door of the hot pot restaurant, and Ai Baobao paid and got off.
It's almost two o'clock, but there's still business in the hot pot restaurant.
When Ai Baobao walked in, the waitress in a skirt greeted her with a smile, and bowed with her hands before saying, "Welcome to the Han Palace, may I ask you?"
"I'm alone."
Ai Baobao planned to try the service of the store, but did not explain her identity.
"Okay, please come with me."
The waitress is trained to walk behind her with a sense of respect.
She led Ai Baobao to a more elegant, but relatively small cubicle, looking at the furnishings on the table, it should be a two-person table.
Because it imitates the Han style, the tables where the hot pot is cooked are also low, and the people who eat either sit on special chairs or kneel on soft cushions to eat.
The waitress brought the menu, and Ai Bao ordered.
The price of the dishes was ordered after discussing with Wu Shan and Qiao Tianqi, which was more expensive than the popular hot pot restaurants, but the ingredients were guaranteed to be fresh.
Ai Bao ordered a few dishes at random and handed the menu to the waitress.
The waitress took it with a smile and said, "Do you like to listen to guzheng music?"
"Well, it's okay."
"Then I'll be lucky enough to play a song for you," the waitress continued to smile and ask.
"Of course."
Ai Baobao nodded.
When the dishes came up, she began to eat alone, somewhat lonely.
The waitress came in with a guzheng and sat in the corner of the cubicle, and after a while, a melodious tune sounded.
Eating alone and being accompanied by someone playing the piano can indeed reduce a lot of loneliness.
Ai Baobao was very satisfied with the idea that suddenly came to mind.
After a lap of experience, Ai Baobao is very satisfied with the service and dishes and taste of the hot pot restaurant. oshow7 t1706231537: