I told the chef, "No tofu skin, add more kelp and chili, chili."
At another booth, Xiaodan ordered a bowl of black rice porridge. As she was searching for a seat with her tray, she called out to me, "Look quick, look quick, Cheng Jiayang."
The cafeteria TV was airing a chat show featuring the senior translator Cheng Jiayang as the guest, which he had mentioned to me before.
On the screen, he bore a resemblance to a younger version of the Taiwanese actor Zhao Wenxuan, quite refined.
I smiled crookedly, thinking a bit naughtily that I had seen this man shirtless before.
The beautiful hostess asked him which place he liked visiting the most.
He said, Dalian.
I quickly said to the chef, "Did you add the chili? No? Then I don't want it, I'm afraid of breaking out."
Qiao Fei
After I finished my spicy hot pot, I returned to the dorm and called Cheng Jiayang.
If he didn't call me, I would call him. No big deal.
Cheng Jiayang
After the show ended, I prepared to leave.
