Chapter 13: The Date

Xing Han was a punctual person. At exactly 11:55, he parked his car at the hotel entrance and heard someone call him, “Xing Han.”

He turned around to see someone wearing a black hat, black mask, and black sunglasses walking toward him.

Even more exaggerated, the person wore black gloves, held a black umbrella, and had a black scarf wrapped around their neck—looking like a robber and attracting the security’s attention.

In the hot weather, they were wrapped up so tightly without showing any sign of feeling hot.

“You…” Xing Han couldn’t recognize who it was at first.

“It’s me.” The person pulled down the mask to reveal a handsome face.

“Ling Yiran…” Xing Han’s eye twitched hard. “Is it so shameful to have a meal with me?”

“No.” Ling Yiran quickly gave the excuse he had prepared, “I’m allergic to ultraviolet rays.”

Xing Han: “…”

This person’s body was really weak. If it wasn’t frequent shock, it was an allergy to ultraviolet rays.

Ling Yiran took off the hat, scarf, and gloves, then tidied his hair flattened by the hat and said, “Let’s go in.”

“Mm.” Xing Han led him to a private room in the second-floor Western restaurant.

It was Ling Yiran’s first time eating Western food in a restaurant in the Human World, and he was a bit excited, immediately picking up the menu.

Xing Han introduced, “The Western food here is quite good, especially the signature steak.”

Ling Yiran unceremoniously ordered several different steaks, chicken, and pork chops.

Seeing him order only meat, Xing Han ordered some soups and wine.

After the waitress left, Ling Yiran happily said, “This is my first time eating Western food.”

Xing Han saw the young man so happy like a child and couldn’t help but smile, “Looks like I brought you to the right place.”

“Actually, there are many dishes I haven’t tried, like fried, sautéed, steamed, roasted, and stewed foods. Next time, if there’s a chance, let’s try them together.”

Xing Han curiously asked, “What do you usually eat?”

Stir-fried and steamed dishes are the most common home-cooked meals. How could he not have tried them?

“Penglai brand incense sticks, they’re really fragrant.” Ling Yiran’s smile froze as he realized he was too happy and forgot the difference between them.

“Penglai brand incense sticks?” Xing Han was slightly stunned. He remembered his grandmother used Penglai brand incense for offerings to Buddha.

Ling Yiran coughed lightly and laughed awkwardly, “Just kidding. I usually eat boiled food.”

Even if he didn’t explain, Xing Han wouldn’t believe he ate incense sticks.

At this moment, the waitress came in with red wine, poured them each a glass, and then left the room.

Ling Yiran picked up the glass, sniffed it, and the aroma of the wine wafted into his nose. He then put the glass down.

Xing Han asked, “You don’t like red wine?”

Ling Yiran smiled at him, “I do. This red wine is especially good.”

“…” Xing Han looked at him without speaking, as if saying, “You haven’t even tasted it, how do you know it’s good?”

Ling Yiran quickly took a sip, “Delicious.”

Actually, he had already absorbed the aroma into his body, and now the red wine tasted like plain water to him.

Soon, various dishes were served on the table.

Ling Yiran didn’t dare to just absorb the aroma like before without eating. He forced himself to swallow the food, gradually feeling more and more uncomfortable in his stomach.