I got married to an orthopaedic surgeon

Zhou Mo had no choice but to give Song Yan a supercilious look.

Originally, the secret room is such a good place to promote emotional exchanges. Song Yan's performance clearly shows that what is needed is not a "girlfriend" but a "boyfriend".

I planned to give him a chance, let him behave well during the meal, and turned around to Song Yanbaba to send him away, for fear that Ding Ning would stay a second longer.

Zhou Mo sighed silently in his heart.

Sometimes, assists are really useful, and sometimes... assists are useless.

Song Yan sent Ding Ning to the east gate of the University of Science and Technology, and waved goodbye to Ding Ning friendly, appearing very polite.

After the car turned around, Zhou Mo asked him: "Didn't you ask Xiaoding if she was single before? Now I feel that she may leave the single at any time, and you are going to be lonely."

Song Yan looked belatedly, "You want to match us?"

Zhou Mo: "Otherwise?"

Song Yan smiled embarrassedly, "I really didn't think about it that much."

Zhou Mo: "Every day you talk about getting out of the order, but you don't take any action, so just lie to me."

Song Yan: "Who lied to you? Don't you have to see who you are talking to? You and I, junior sister, don't call."

Zhou Mo: "Then who are you calling?"

Song Yan: "This..."

Zhou Mo: "Okay, okay, I don't care about you, the more I talk about it, the more I feel like my mother."

Song Yan: "Huh?"

Zhou Mo: "I'm urging you, just like my mother used to urge me."

Song Yan: "..."

Inexplicably, I feel that I have lost a generation, and there is an extra "mother".

Zhou Mo's mobile phone suddenly received a WeChat message. It turned out that the surveillance screen was sent from the secret room, and some "laughing" clips were excerpted. Not surprisingly, the highlight of each segment was on Song Yan.

Zhou Mo clicked and looked at a few, laughing until his stomach hurts.

Song Yan couldn't see because he was driving, and was in a hurry.

"No, I have to watch," Song Yan found a convenient seat, stopped the car, and immediately took out his phone.

Seeing himself scurrying around with his head in his arms in the video, Song Yan's face turned green.

"Don't post the video," Song Yan warned.

"It's been saved," Zhou Mo said, "One day you will make me unhappy, and I will forward it to Moments every minute."

"You!" Song Yan gritted his teeth, "You are really my good friend."

"I'm your good friend, didn't I protect you when I was playing in the Chamber of Secrets just now?"

"..."

Although he was very unhappy that his black history was handled so well by Zhou Mo, he had nothing wrong with it.

He is really afraid of "ghosts"...

"How about this, I'll treat you to a big meal," Song Yan flattered, "Don't tell me about the secret room."

"You want to send me away after just one meal?" Zhou Mo snorted softly.

"Then what do you say?"

"Let's think about it," Zhou Mo said again, "but today's meal—please."

"Okay!" Song Yan gritted his teeth, but he could only agree.

Zhou Mo didn't take it seriously and said: "Isn't it because you are timid and afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of being known?"

Song Yan: "You don't understand. If Han Chen and Lu Zhishu know about this, they must laugh at me to death."

Zhou Mo: "I really don't understand."

Song Yan: "If you don't understand, keep it a secret for me."

Zhou Mo thought for a while and asked, "Is it a man's damn desire to win?"

Song Yan smiled, "It seems that you still understand."

Zhou Mo: "Then if I hold your hand, won't I have a free meal every day from now on?"

Song Yan: "I just dug a hole for myself."

Zhou Mo laughed twice, very proud and comfortable.

The place where Song Yan brought Zhou Mo here is an authentic private kitchen.

According to Song Yan's words, you can't come here with money.

The owner of the shop has a mysterious identity, and most of the guests he receives are locals from the imperial capital, and he rarely receives guests from other places.

Relationships are the barrier to entry for this store, not money.

Even the place is very remote, surrounded by a courtyard, the car can only drive to the main intersection, if you want to get in, you can only walk.

The alleys are paved with blue bricks, which are hard and uncomfortable to walk on. There are local residents walking around, most of them are old men and women.

"Han Chen should bring you to this place," Song Yan said.

"why?"

"He should be considered a real Imperial native, and he must know it here," Song Yan said, "The dishes here are also authentic Imperial dishes. Anyway, I have eaten in so many places, and there is no Imperial food that can do better than this."

"So mysterious?" Zhou Mo was also curious.

"Go in and have a look and you'll know," Song Yan led her to a well-decorated gate. The gate was not spacious, but had double doors and two snail-lion beast-faced rings.

Song Yan stepped forward and pulled up a door knocker and buckled it.

A voice came from inside: "Here we come."

Afterwards, the deadbolt is opened from the inside.

A tall and thin boy said politely, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Yan: "Three big money sells good flowers, sliced ​​cakes and ghost legs are chattering, a bowl of sweet porridge in the morning, only to eat tea soup and noodle tea; cold fruit fried cake sweet ears, hanging stove baked cakes Aiwowo, fork fire just sold, I also heard that hard noodles are called baobo; siu mai wontons are lined up on the plate, and the new powder is added to make glutinous rice balls."

As if aiming at some kind of signal, the boy greeted with a smile: "Guest, please come inside."

Only then did Zhou Mo follow Song Yan, stepping over the threshold that tripped people up and walked into this seemingly ordinary courtyard.

It is ordinary, it is really ordinary, the exterior decoration is not outstanding, and it is the same style and materials as the surrounding.

There is a large water tank in the middle of the yard. Zhou Mo glanced at it when he passed by, and there were small koi in it.

Under the guidance of the boys, they were taken to one of the wing rooms.

The interior decoration is antique, a bit similar to "Jianlu Central Plains", but the various furnishings and tables, chairs and benches look a little older.

All kinds of pastries are placed on the small mahogany round table with a diameter of more than one meter.

Zhou Mo sat down politely, and another service staff came to pour tea and deliver the menu.

Song Yan didn't ask Zhou Mo to order food this time. With a swipe of his pen, he solved the ordering problem neatly.

He really kept his word when he said he would bring her to eat something good.

Zhou Mo, who came to this kind of place for the first time, must not be familiar with the menu, and choosing her would be a bit of a fool, making it difficult for her.

Song Yan handled it neatly without embarrassing Zhou Mo.

I have to say, this person is really careful and reliable.

Unfortunately, there is no girlfriend.

Taking advantage of the time when the waiter was serving food, Song Yan asked a lot, "Should we be at the same table now?"

The waiter said, "There is one more table."

"Oh? Who?"

"You probably don't know him."

"Let's hear it, maybe we will know each other."

"Director Qi and his classmates."

"Which Director Qi?"

"Just say you don't know him," the waiter said, "Boss Lu has never had any contact with him."

"Whose people?" Song Yan thought for a while and then changed his mind and asked, "Where is it from?"

"Government."

"What about the level?"

"Not a local official."

"High or low?"

The waiter had a bitter smile on his face, as if it was hard to say.