The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 99 I agree to this marriage

As soon as Wang Shishi sat down, Mei Yinglan handed her the menu and said with a smile, "Here, see what you want to eat."

"Thank you auntie."

Wang Shishi took the menu, smiling sweetly, appearing both well-behaved and poised.

Zhang Beifang silently took a sip of water, but quietly nudged Zhang Muchen under the table.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow, his lips parted slightly, and he silently mouthed the words "ordinary classmate".

Zhang Beifang looked at him, nodded meaningfully, and gave him a look—I understand.

"..."

Zhang Muchen looked away speechlessly, too lazy to explain.

Compared to Zhang Beifang's silent observation, Mei Yinglan was very enthusiastic, asking all sorts of questions with concern.

Wang Shishi is lively and answers questions with grace and poise, occasionally making Mei Yinglan laugh out loud, which lightens the atmosphere considerably.

Soon, the waiter brought out two cold dishes.

Cold jellyfish salad and preserved egg tofu.

"Shishi, eat up, don't be shy," Mei Yinglan said.

Wang Shishi smiled and picked up her chopsticks, taking the first bite of preserved egg tofu: "Auntie, then I won't be polite!"

Zhang Beifang looked at it and nodded quietly.

This girl has a good personality, is poised and generous, not bad at all.

He glanced at his son again, his eyes filled with a scrutinizing look.

That brat is indeed worthy of being Zhang Beifang's son; he's quite adept at seducing girls.

Zhang Muchen didn't have that many ulterior motives; he was simply taking Wang Shishi out for a free meal.

As long as she enjoys her food.

As time went by, the hot dishes were served one after another.

The last dish, a golden and crispy roast duck, was served. The chef pushed a cart into the private room and began slicing the duck on the spot.

With swift, swift movements, the duck skin, as thin as a cicada's wing, was neatly arranged on a plate, and the aroma of roast duck instantly filled the entire room.

"Uncle, don't you drink?"

Wang Shishi looked at the juice in Zhang Beifang's glass and asked curiously.

Zhang Beifang smiled and said, "I don't drink."

"I don't smoke either," he added.

Wang Shishi's eyes lit up, and she gave a thumbs up.

"Oh, that's wonderful. Uncle must pay a lot of attention to health, right? No wonder he looks so young; he's in good health. Zhang Muchen must have inherited Uncle's excellent genes!"

Zhang Beifang's lips curled up slightly at the compliment, and he felt quite pleased.

Wang Shishi then looked at Mei Yinglan and smiled sweetly: "Auntie's genes haven't been wasted either. Zhang Muchen's English is so good, he must have inherited Auntie's intelligence."

Upon hearing this, Mei Yinglan couldn't help but laugh. She picked up the serving chopsticks, placed a piece of fried shrimp into Wang Shishi's bowl, and said, "Shishi, come on, eat more."

"Hehehe, thank you, Auntie."

Zhang Muchen, who was standing to the side, looked up and said quietly, "Mom, I want one too."

Mei Yinglan glanced at him sideways: "Help yourself, don't you have hands?"

"..."

Zhang Muchen silently lowered his head.

I'm so pathetic, why am I comparing myself to others?
Zhang Beifang glanced at him leisurely and lowered his voice, saying, "Son, do you see? Your status in the family is the lowest."

Zhang Muchen pouted: "Dad, you're not even as important as me. You're just a worthless money-making machine to support the family."

Zhang Beifang glared at him immediately: "Bullshit!"

After saying that, he immediately adjusted his expression and looked up at Mei Yinglan, his tone gentle: "Wife, I want to eat those pineapple shrimp balls."

Mei Yinglan looked up at him, then smiled and said, "Oh, Shishi, try this pineapple shrimp ball too, it tastes pretty good."

After saying that, she picked up a piece of pineapple shrimp ball and put it into Wang Shishi's bowl, and then picked up a piece of pineapple and gently put it into Zhang Beifang's bowl.

"Zhang Beifang, which is sweeter, pineapple or first love?"

Zhang Beifang, who was about to pick up his chopsticks, paused for a moment, then quickly lowered his head and silently ate two mouthfuls of rice, not daring to utter a sound.

His little trick did not escape Zhang Muchen's notice.

"Dad, what did Mom just say to you?"

Mei Yinglan's voice was very low, and Zhang Muchen couldn't hear it very clearly.

"Uh...it's nothing, it's nothing."

Zhang Beifang chuckled awkwardly, waved his hand, and continued eating.

……

The dinner party was filled with laughter and conversation, but only between Mei Yinglan and Wang Shishi.

Zhang Beifang didn't dare to say anything more and focused solely on eating.
Zhang Muchen was quietly rolling up a roast duck while watching his mother chat with Wang Shishi with a smile, discussing TV dramas, entertainment gossip, and even health and wellness.

They looked just like a mother and daughter reunited after a long separation.

What if it were Chu Jiuli instead?

Zhang Muchen couldn't help but start brainstorming—

Mei Yinglan: "Jiuli, what do you usually like to do?"

Chu Jiuli: "Study."

Mei Yinglan: Do you usually watch TV series?

Chu Jiuli: "No."

Mei Yinglan: What about variety shows?

Chu Jiuli: "I don't have time."

Mei Yinglan: "...Then you must have some hobbies, right?"

Chu Jiuli: "Mathematics."

Mei Yinglan: "..."

Be quiet for three seconds.

Mei Yinglan threw the chopsticks at herself.

"No wonder others can get into Tsinghua and Peking University. Zhang Muchen, look at you!"

Zhang Muchen's lips twitched slightly, and he shook his head to banish the images from his mind.

"Dude, these shrimp balls are really delicious, you should try them."

I heard Wang Shishi's voice in my ear.

"Oh."

Zhang Muchen looked at the pineapple shrimp balls that she had picked up from the plate. The golden skin was coated with a thick sauce, and it looked very appetizing.

He casually picked it up and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes good." Zhang Muchen chewed.

"Shishi, what did you call my Muchen just now?" Mei Yinglan suddenly asked from the side.

"Huh?" Wang Shishi blinked. "Dude."

Mei Yinglan was somewhat surprised: "Dude?"

Wang Shishi nodded with a smile: "Yes, Auntie, Zhang Muchen and I are buddies, we've always called each other that at school."

"Oh……"

Mei Yinglan nodded thoughtfully, clearly not quite used to the way the young man addressed her.

Zhang Beifang, who was standing to the side, glanced at Zhang Muchen and gave him a look.

You little punk, you want to mess with my sweet smell, huh?

Zhang Muchen made eye contact.

Dad, you know quite a lot, don't you?
Zhang Beifang: Nonsense, call me senior.

Zhang Muchen: ……

……

The atmosphere inside the private room was relaxed.

Outside the private room, the traffic on the street gradually thinned out, and the night settled into a gentle glow of lights.

At the restaurant entrance, Wang Shishi waved to Zhang Beifang and Mei Yinglan with a sweet smile: "Thank you for your hospitality, Uncle and Aunt. I had a wonderful time today!"

"I'm glad you're enjoying your meal." Mei Yinglan smiled and said, "Mu Chen, ride slowly and make sure Shi Shi gets home safely."

As Zhang Muchen put on his helmet, he casually said, "Don't worry."

"Where does Shishi live? Is it far?" Zhang Beifang asked.

Zhang Muchen raised her eyes and glanced at him: "Shouhong Villa."

As soon as he finished speaking, the electric car started.

Zhang Muchen drove Wang Shishi away into the night.

Mei Yinglan slowly turned her head to look at Zhang Beifang: "Did our son just mention Shouhong Villa?"

Zhang Beifang stroked his chin: "Wife, I agree to this marriage."

Mei Yinglan: "..."

……

(End of this chapter)