This is a Southern restaurant with a great reputation—come mealtime, it's always packed.
Tang Ruoqing arrived at the time they had agreed upon, only to find Ying Luoyu already seated inside the private room.
"Sorry," she said. "Have you been waiting long?"
Otherwise, it's hard to get a private room here unless you book in advance.
But Ying Luoyu didn't seem like the kind of person who would reserve a restaurant ahead of time.
"I just got here too," Ying Luoyu said, rising to pull out her chair for her. "Please, sit."
Seeing his considerate, gentlemanly behavior, Tang Ruoqing couldn't help but feel surprised.
Her subjective consciousness still lingered on the stereotype that scientists are rigid and dull.
The two of them sat facing each other.
Ying Luoyu raised his hand to pour her water. "It's rushed this time; I've got work in the afternoon, but next time I'll take you to eat what you like."
