"Little Mouse got a promotion, so he took his girlfriend out for hotpot to celebrate."
"Hmm."
"Take a sip of this wine I got you, hey, see how it tastes."
"Not bad."
"Right? Hahaha, have another drink."
Qin Maocai was especially pleased, gnawing the chicken leg clean and casually tossing the bone into a pot on the balcony, where Xiong Ba crunched it up with a couple of bites.
Watching his old friend so happy, Xu Wenbin drank a couple more glasses and picked up a chicken wing with his chopsticks to put in his mouth.
The chicken, purchased from the market, was stewed by Qin Maocai himself—so tender that the meat fell off in your mouth with just a suck.
"I arranged blind dates for him before, but he insisted on finding someone by himself. I said, if it's up to him, who knows when he'll find someone... But look, he really did."
"Where's she from?"
