I have big problems with my superpowers and my relationship

"Well?"

"Well, I mean it just barked at me a couple of times, so give it a sausage."

"Is that so?"

Qin Wanqing murmured to herself: "Because no one cares about me, I am easily satisfied."

Lu Chen: “…”

Are you worried that you have some serious illness?

......

Chunfeng Road is a food street with relatively large traffic in the vicinity. There are restaurants along the street and a not-so-big night market. It becomes extremely lively at night.

It was almost eight o'clock when the two arrived, but the street was still bustling with people. The bright light bulbs of the food stalls were shrouded in the heat of fireworks, and the air was filled with the smell of food and busyness.

After chatting all the way, Lu Chen already had a general understanding of Qin Wanqing.

A junior student majoring in painting at Southwest Academy of Fine Arts, he recently moved off campus with a friend and occasionally helps draw illustrations for novels to earn some extra money.

My dream is to hold an art exhibition and save $500,000 within five years.

But due to the popularity of AI painting, he believes that he will never realize his dream.

In general, everything is normal except for "saving 500,000 in five years".

Out of politeness, Lu Chen did not ask her why she needed so much money, but only offered a practical suggestion -

Get married, and the bride price is 500,000.

Qin Wanqing laughed happily after hearing this, and then gave Lu Chen some legal knowledge.

Starting next year, this road will no longer be accessible.

Therefore, unless she can find a sucker to marry this year, she will not be able to get rich from this.

Lu Chen was shocked by this and immediately searched on Baidu and found that what Qin Wanqing said was actually true.

It was too horrifying. He couldn't even imagine what kind of public outrage would be on Xiaohongshu right now.

Fortunately, Qin Wanqing did not seem angry and did not use Xiaohongshu.

Fortunately, she didn't play, otherwise it would be a question whether she can still retain her "female status".

"Would you like some milk tea?"

As soon as he entered the hot pot restaurant, Lu Chen suddenly felt a little thirsty and planned to buy a cup of milk tea.

"I feel like drinking..."

Qin Wanqing stopped and said, "Do you want me to go shopping with you?"

"No, you order first. What would you like to drink?"

"Taro Bobo, thank you!"

"Do you want taro paste?"

"Hmm? If I don't want taro paste, why don't I just drink bubble tea?"

Don't you know this? You don't really surf.

Looking at Qin Wanqing who looked confused, Lu Chen said "That makes sense" and then turned around to buy milk tea.

Five minutes later, when he came back with two cups of milk tea, Qin Wanqing had already sat down at an empty table, gesturing with the waiter with the menu in hand.

"You're back. I ordered some. You can order some more."

"Okay, what did you order?"

Lu Chen put down his milk tea and asked casually.

Before Qin Wanqing could even speak, the waiter at the side answered first: "Miss just ordered a portion of fresh tripe, a portion of duck intestines, and a portion of fried tofu..."

"Oh."

Lu Chen glanced at the menu, then raised his head and asked, "Can you eat spicy food?"

"Miss, what you ordered is a shabu-shabu hotpot." The waiter answered again.

"......I can eat spicy food, but I was afraid that you can't, so I ordered a shabu-shabu hotpot." Qin Wanqing added in a low voice.

"The shabu-shabu hotpot is not popular."

Lu Chen shook his head: "Haven't you heard that ghost story?"

Qin Wanqing was a little curious: "I haven't heard of it, what is it?"

"I'll tell you later."

Lu Chen glanced at the talkative waiter and said, "Switch to the red pot."

“…Ah, okay, okay.”

While operating the ordering machine, the waiter secretly glanced at Lu Chen who was "talking to himself", with beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

Ghost story?

OMG, I feel like I'm experiencing a ghost story right now...

Chapter 4 Please consider me!

"Legend has it that a dandelion hot pot is also called a yin-yang hot pot. If someone misses their deceased relatives, they will find a place where yin energy gathers in the middle of the night and set up a dandelion hot pot."

"If the deceased person also misses him, he will show up and eat together."

"The dead eat white soup, and the living eat red soup. Before finishing this hot pot, the two people separated by Yin and Yang can meet briefly."

"But if a living person also drinks the white soup, then he or she will become a couple with the dead, and from then on, the yin and yang will be indistinguishable..."

The red oil in the pot was bubbling and emitting hot steam.

Soon, Lu Chen finished telling the "ghost story" about the shabu-shabu pot.

He has told this story to many girls. It is especially suitable as an opening remark to create an atmosphere when eating hot pot.

After hearing this, the other party would usually smile and say "That's so fake", or say in a coquettish tone that they were scared and wanted Lu Chen to take responsibility.

Only Qin Wanqing is a little different.

She seemed to really believe such an outrageous joke, and even asked in surprise: "Is this true? Then why do hot pot restaurants offer shabu-shabu pots?"

"Uh......"

Lu Chen couldn't figure out for a moment whether Qin Wanqing was pretending to be stupid or was really innocent, so he could only answer tentatively: "Maybe hot pot restaurants are located in places with strong yang energy, so they won't attract ghosts?"

“…That makes sense.”

Qin Wanqing thought about it seriously and said, "And you just said that we have to eat it at midnight, and most hot pot restaurants are closed at midnight, so there is no need to worry about confusing the yin and yang of the customers."

No, you really analyzed it?

Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, and a guess suddenly popped up in his mind.

"Well, I probably shouldn't ask...but do you have any relatives you particularly want to see?"

"The people I particularly want to see...probably my parents." Qin Wanqing's eyelashes trembled.

"This...I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"So I plan to go home and see them next week."

"...Can you please stop panting when you talk?"

"Ah? Did you misunderstand me?"

Qin Wanqing apologized quietly: "I'm sorry, I'm not used to it yet."

Lu Chen was puzzled: "What are you not used to?"

"Nothing, the pot is boiling, let's cook something."

Qin Wanqing avoided Lu Chen's gaze, took off the rubber band on her wrist, tied her long hair into a ponytail, revealing her smooth and white neck.

She picked up a piece of tripe and put it into the pot, counting ten carefully in her mouth. She took back her chopsticks and was about to dip them in the sauce, but found that Lu Chen was staring at her with a strange expression.

"Um......"

Qin Wanqing hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed the tripe on Lu Chen's plate: "Give it to you first?"

"......That was not what I meant."

"Then why do you keep looking at me?"

"Because this is the first time I've seen someone count while eating tripe."

"That's it..."

Qin Wanqing tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling a little guilty.

I wanted to count silently, but I just said it unconsciously...

......

The whole meal was quite harmonious.

The food is fresh, the soup base is spicy enough, the atmosphere is pleasant, and the crowd is never dull.

Qin Wanqing's little mouth never rested, she was either eating or talking, as if she had never spoken in the first half of her life.

Lu Chen was not disgusted by this, probably because Qin Wanqing was pretty enough.

Qian Zhongshu once said: When a beautiful woman acts coquettishly, it is cute; when an ugly woman acts coquettishly, it is weird.

Similarly, if a beautiful woman talks a lot, it cannot be called a chatterbox, but rather it is a sign of being lively and cheerful.

And Lu Chen thought that Qin Wanqing must like him.

Otherwise, which girl would discuss the situation in the Middle East with a boy she has only known for one day?

In short, it would be a successful date if the waiters next to you didn't keep "spying" at you.

What on earth are they watching...

Turning around to glance at the group of waiters who were huddled together and looking at him furtively, Lu Chen was completely confused.