I really don't want to date a girl addicted to the internet!

The aloof and beautiful girl standing alone in place couldn't help but attract the attention of those around her. However, due to the cold and unapproachable aura emanating from her, passersby subconsciously kept their distance from her.

A moment later, under Shen Xi's suspicious gaze, Cheng Fei came out carrying a folding table and two red plastic chairs with backrests.

The boy skillfully arranged the table and chairs in a slightly spacious area not far from the stove, then turned and gestured for them to sit down, "Teacher Shen, please have a seat."

The middle-aged owner and staff were busy, and apart from the surrounding diners, no one seemed to notice the boy's self-absorbed behavior.

Shen Xi frowned and hesitated for a moment, but then reluctantly sat down in a specially designated seat that was a distance away from all the other diners, like an isolated island.

The aloof young woman sat upright on a plastic chair, her meticulous demeanor clashing with the atmosphere of the food stall.

"Teacher Shen, don't be so tense. It's not like we're selling you." The boy patted her on the head.

Cheng Fei approached the stove and, to drown out the roar of the blazing fire, spoke loudly to the middle-aged proprietress who had just come to collect her order, "I want stir-fried beef noodles, shrimp fried rice, fried oysters, steamed scallops, and a sizzling eel!"

The middle-aged owner, who was frying rice noodles, looked up at him and said in the same loud, impatient tone, "What's wrong with you kid? You can't order without a table number!"

"Isn't this my table number?" the boy pointed to the table and chairs he had brought over.

"What's your number?" the middle-aged shop owner asked, glaring at him with a spoon in hand.

"My A1 level isn't good enough?" the boy said matter-of-factly.

"A1, you little devil, stop causing trouble, go and wait for your table number!" The middle-aged boss seemed even more displeased.

"I'll pay extra to cut in line!"

"So what if you're rich?"

"Hey, I'm taking my girlfriend out to dinner, give me some face!"

"His girlfriend is quite pretty..." the middle-aged shop owner muttered. "What did you order? Shrimp fried rice?"

"Correct."

"no!"

"Isn't there seafood fried rice?"

"You want seafood fried rice?"

"Please replace all the other seafood with shrimp, and add more vegetables and less oil."

"So many demands? I can't afford it!"

"You still can't sell this? I'll add more money!"

"Even adding more money won't work, it's impossible!"

"Does your boss even know how to make fried rice?"

"Hey kid, are you questioning me?"

The loud argument between the two quickly attracted the attention of other diners. As the most popular food stall on the street, many of them were regular customers, and they all cast strange glances at the boy. Although no one spoke, the invisible pressure was already pushing down on him like a wall.

A cool, aloof girl with long, dark hair sat beside him, her eyes slightly narrowed, her hand on her forehead as she took a deep breath.

"If you're so capable, try cooking it yourself!" The middle-aged boss skillfully emptied the wok with a ladle, slammed the spatula back into the wok, and stared at the boy with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Young people are too hot-blooded..."

"Hurry up and apologize to the boss..."

"If you keep doing this, nobody will have anything to eat..."

The diners chimed in.

As the center of everyone's attention, the boy suddenly took off his jacket and threw it at his girlfriend's face, who was approaching with a blank expression.

The girl, who had been holding her chin up and exuding a cool and aloof air, was hit by her coat, and her face showed a cute look of surprise.

The boy began to roll up his sleeves, revealing his muscular arms.

"What? Kid, you want to hit someone?" The middle-aged boss stared at him.

"I'll cook it myself then!"

Then, under everyone's astonished and uncertain gaze, the young man, like a spoiled brat, walked behind the stove, tied an apron around his neck, heated the oil in the wok, and began to skillfully scoop ingredients from the containers on the stove into the wok, casually stir-frying them over high heat...

A few minutes later, a plate of shrimp fried rice, which wasn't on the menu of this food stall, was ready.

Before anyone knew it, the middle-aged boss was standing leisurely to the side, pointing to several orders posted next to the stove, "Cook these for me as well."

"Damn it, I'm having dinner with my girlfriend!" the boy protested.

"What's the rush? Your eel isn't cooked yet. What, are you worried your girlfriend will be stolen away?" The middle-aged owner said as he placed the shrimp fried rice on the designated seat, along with disposable chopsticks and tissues.

A cool, aloof girl with long, dark hair stood beside the boy, holding his clothes in her arms, staring at him with a puzzled look.

"Hey, isn't he the one from last summer...?"

"It seems so..."

"I didn't recognize you earlier, no wonder..."

The diners' conversation was intermittent.

"Fine, I'll only fry three then. I won't fry the dry-fried beef noodles." The young man in charge of the wok looked helpless.

"You're afraid of stir-fried beef noodles?" the middle-aged owner scoffed.

"Sigh, it's hard to cook. If I don't cook it well, someone will come after me." The young man shook his head and sighed.

390. Cheng Fei flaunts his girlfriend

After a moment, Cheng Fei untied his apron, wiped his sweat, returned the stove to the owner, and placed the steaming eel in the casserole on his designated seat.

Shen Xi remained standing beside him, still holding the clothes, staring at him with a thoughtful expression on her cool face.

"It's cute to see you standing obediently to the side waiting for me." The boy looked at her with a doting expression, took the coat from her hand and put it on. "Come on, you can eat now."

"Disgusting." The girl frowned slightly and kicked him lightly.

The two sat down.

The dishes the boy ordered were all on the table. He then took two glass bottles of soy milk from the freezer, opened them with a bottle opener, and placed one bottle in front of the girl.

"This shrimp fried rice is specially made for Your Highness, please enjoy." The boy respectfully pushed the plate towards the girl.

"Do you know the people here?" The girl didn't go to eat immediately, staring at the boy expressionlessly.

"Of course, I worked here for two months. With my rich experience, I went from being a kitchen helper to a fried rice chef. I was the most handsome guy at the Hubin Road night market back then." The young man said, picking up a piece of fragrant rice noodles and beef with his chopsticks, chewing it, and sighing comfortably.

"When?" Shen Xi asked suspiciously.

"Before the start of last semester, I came to Academy City as soon as summer vacation started. Although I was working part-time, the boss provided me with food and accommodation, which was pretty good." The boy picked up another piece of sizzling eel with his chopsticks, blew on it, and put it in his mouth, feeling the tender texture and rich salty and savory sauce flavor released on his taste buds.

"Why did you bring me here?" the girl asked, looking at him nonchalantly.

"Didn't Miss Shen look down on upscale restaurants?"

"I mean, why did you let me know this?" the girl emphasized coldly.

"Of course, it's to cultivate a positive image of myself as down-to-earth and experienced in Her Highness's eyes, and to make up for the lost goodwill," the boy said earnestly.

"As expected, he's always scheming to flirt with girls." The girl sneered.

"Teacher Shen, I've gone to great lengths for you, and you won't accept it?" The boy looked directly into the girl's pure, dark eyes.

"Ha, that sounds nice, but what is someone surnamed Lin anyway?" The girl remained unmoved.

"She's connected to you too, so the blame should be placed on you. Don't deny it."

"Even so, it would be a trillion times more effective for you to restrain yourself elsewhere than to pretend like this now." Shen Xi was inexplicably annoyed and kicked him.

"Teacher Shen, although you look very cute today, and I really like the way you kick me with your foot to seduce me, can we eat first? It took a lot of effort to cook this, and it won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Disgusting, hopeless Cheng Feiyu." The girl hid her feet behind her back, glared at him with disgust, and then scooped up some fried rice with a spoon, carefully examined the various ingredients, including shrimp, before opening her mouth slightly and putting it in her mouth.

The boy watched as her stubborn lips opened and closed, her delicate and beautiful face moving slightly with each chew. Her fair and tender skin was flawless, and her cheeks held a hint of baby fat that made him want to pick her up and kiss her.

The girl noticed his gaze and looked up, then frowned with disgust and kicked him. "What are you doing staring at my face again?"

"I find Ms. Shen to be quite attractive."

"Disgusting, don't stare at me, or I'll throw up."

"Okay, is it delicious?"

"So-so." The girl said expressionlessly.

"It looks delicious." The boy felt relieved, picked up a fried oyster and took a bite. The crispy shell made a sound. "Teacher Shen, I think if this continues, you really won't be able to leave me for the rest of your life."

"What kind of self-righteous nonsense are you spouting over there again?" Shen Xi frowned and looked up after taking her second bite.

"Because I'm the only one who spoils and takes care of you like this."

"I can tolerate your insincere lies, but I don't know how many girls you've done that to." The girl glared at him.

"So far, you're the only girl I've ever seriously remembered what she likes and dislikes to eat, and who often cooks for her," the boy said, looking at her.

"Even if what you're saying is true, I wouldn't be able to leave someone for such a reason, especially someone like you, a fickle aquatic mammal." The girl turned her face away, frowned, and raised her voice to emphasize coldly.

"Don't get excited, cutie. We're just chatting. Try this, maybe you'll like it too." The boy took a steamed scallop and pushed the meat and garlic vermicelli into her bowl.

"So-so," the girl said, glancing at it only once.

"You've actually eaten this?" the boy asked in surprise.

"As expected, this Cheng Feiyu is getting more and more mentally unstable. It's not like I've only eaten the food you gave me." The girl frowned and kicked him, her little face showing an expression of "being looked down upon and very unhappy".

"I apologize, I forgot that Her Majesty the Queen has also lived on this planet for sixteen years." The boy bowed his head.

"Shut up and stop talking nonsense." The girl kicked him again.

After the two finished their meal, Cheng Fei ate most of the food, while Shen Xi finished her shrimp fried rice and soy milk.

When Cheng Fei scanned the QR code to pay, the middle-aged shop owner waved his hand, "No need, kid."

"Trying to rip me off? If I don't pay, you'll make me cook fried rice again next time." The boy pouted.

"You're doing really well now, with such a beautiful girlfriend."

"Of course, my girlfriend is the cutest girl in Academy City." The boy hugged Shen Xi tightly, not without pride.

The expressionless, aloof girl narrowed her eyes and turned her face away, remaining silent.

"Go away, go away." The middle-aged boss laughed in exasperation and waved his spatula to shoo people away.

The two got into the car, and the Panamera drove off as the middle-aged boss watched with admiring glances.

Shen Xi sat in the passenger seat, her eyes flashing, "Cheng Fei."

"Huh?" The boy gripped the steering wheel.

"Are you just here to show off?" The girl turned her head and glared at him.

"What are you showing off?"

"...You're showing off by treating me like your girlfriend," the girl said in a muffled voice.

"Are you angry?" the boy asked nonchalantly.

"As expected, Cheng Fei, I'm warning you, even if we take a trillion steps back and I'm unfortunately stuck with you in the future, as your girlfriend, I'm not some object you can flaunt, you piece of trash." The girl glared at him fiercely.

The boy nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Your Highness is a person, not an object. I'm disrespecting Your Highness's personality. But I was forced to do it, wasn't I? Everyone else asked, so how am I supposed to answer? Say you're just a friend?"

"otherwise?"

“It’s not that I’m unwilling, but Ms. Shen, usually the way you kick around is how girls act when they’re being affectionate. If I don’t tell people you’re my girlfriend, they’ll think our relationship isn’t serious. I think you’d prefer the girlfriend role, right?”

"Your clumsy rhetoric is endless. You're usually so good at playing dumb and changing the subject, but you can't do that now?" the girl scoffed.

"Teacher Shen, wouldn't it be better to reluctantly not object to my statement, making yourself appear both arrogant and soft-hearted?"

"Shut up, that's why I'm not the kind of person you're so disgustingly delusional about."

"They're really uncooperative, although I like that about their personality too."

"I told you to shut up, or I'll feel like throwing up if you say anything disgusting again."