Chapter 179: Nan Jiaojiao Are You Tired of Me

Nan Jiaojiao subtly looked around, holding Bo Yanching’s hand and occasionally giving it a little shake, exuding a hint of coquettishness.

The man looked back at her several times, and when it was time to step down, he deliberately didn’t warn her.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao missed a step, he caught her in his arms and carried her down the three steps.

He gently chastised, “The light is dim and the road dark, be careful where you step.”

A sparkle flashed in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes.

She knew he was flirting.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled sweetly, “I have you to lead me.”

Bo Yanching’s lips curved into a teasing smile, “Perhaps it’s more convenient to carry you.”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao stretched out both arms toward him.

Actually, Bo Yanching had only been teasing her, but to his surprise, she took him up on the offer, so he unhesitatingly carried her inside.

The restaurant’s decor had not changed much; it was obviously an ancient house’s main hall converted for use.

An ancient, quaint atmosphere enveloped them.

A few tables of guests chatted softly, even the clinking of wine glasses was quiet, adding an elegant yet lively air.

Bo Yanching led her to an elegant private room upstairs.

The dinner table was set beneath a round window, perfectly framing the blooming osmanthus outside.

Due to the proximity to the window, some osmanthus blossoms had been blown onto the table.

Nan Jiaojiao picked up a blossom and toyed with it in her hands, leaning on her cheek and gazing out of the window where several crabapple trees were visible, and clivias were planted along the roadside.

“Next spring, I’ll bring you here to see the crabapple blossoms,” Bo Yanching’s refined voice echoed beside her ear.

Nan Jiaojiao suppressed a surge in her eyes, turned her head slightly, and looking at his clear-cut features, she smiled and asked, “Can crabapple blossoms be made into pastry?”

Bo Yanching shot her a fond glance, “Always thinking with your stomach.”

“Indeed, not only crabapple blossoms, but all the flowers in this garden can be turned into a dish.

Try this Osmanthus Cake, it’s still warm from the oven.”

The proprietress, carrying a plate of Osmanthus Cake, greeted Bo Yanching, and at his glance, she understood immediately and placed the pastries in front of Nan Jiaojiao.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, and this is the first time you’ve brought a girl.

Your girlfriend?”

Bo Yanching chuckled, without explicitly confirming, “Is Brother Hao around?”

“Zhan Hao is in the kitchen making chicken soup.

He saw you come in just now on the upper floor and added a fish soup too.

The taste hasn’t changed, has it?”

“Chicken soup is fine, make the fish with double pepper, she loves it,” he replied.

The proprietress looked to be in her forties, dressed in a green Cheongsam, with her black hair neatly secured with a traditional hairpin.

Her features were gentle, and the fine lines around her eyes were sparse, attesting to her good upkeep, which added a warm touch to her smile.

“Understood, I’ll go tell him to wait.

I’ll get you a pot of milk tea too,” she said.

Aunt Zhan raised her eyebrows in surprise, remembering Bo Yanching’s preference for plain flavors without spice or sugar, no doubt catered to her taste.

As she was leaving, she complimented, “The young lady is very pretty, a good match for you.”

Bo Yanching smiled even more lazily, his smile almost stretching to his ears.

Nan Jiaojiao, holding a piece of Osmanthus Cake, tasted a few bites, a light fragrance wafting from her mouth, “She misunderstood, why didn’t you clarify?”

“Misunderstood what?”

Bo Yanching took the tea cup in front of Nan Jiaojiao, sipped from it, and asked, “Are you planning to burn bridges after crossing or are you tired of me now?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked confused, “Tired of what?”

“Your attitude towards me cooled after the wedding,” he presented his ‘evidence’.

Luckily, Nan Jiaojiao took small bites; otherwise, she might have choked.

She was worried about Lu Zhenzhen at the time and had really not paid attention to his feelings.