Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1008: Feng Liyan’s Multiple Personalities—Harder to Read Than San Shao
He somewhat regretted agreeing to come with Bai Yi to eat this stuff... He really couldn’t handle the taste, it was too strong.
"Come over and sit down."
Seeing Feng Liyan still standing there, Bai Yi, who was busy arranging the side dishes, waved him over.
Feng Liyan bit his lip quietly, reluctantly moving forward with a resigned expression.
He took a look at the chair but didn’t dare to sit down.
It was visibly clean, yet Feng Liyan felt as though the chair was covered with a layer of grease.
Feeling the stares from a few tables around him, with some female patrons even holding their phones towards him, chatting and taking photos stealthily, Feng Liyan felt completely out of place, but he held back from grabbing Bai Yi to leave.
Seeing Feng Liyan still not seated, Bai Yi looked up curiously, noticing the discomfort on Feng Liyan’s face.
Of course, Bai Yi knew what was bothering him, but since they were already there and the dishes were ordered, leaving was not an option.
So Bai Yi asked with a smile, "Do you eat spicy food?"
Feng Liyan moved his lips, as if he had something to say, a mixture of emotions in his eyes, but it took him a while before he replied, "... No, I don’t."
Evidently, that wasn’t what he initially intended to say, or he wouldn’t have hesitated so much.
Bai Yi increasingly found Feng Liyan’s personality somewhat perverse, not knowing how to describe it.
Sometimes he was incredibly annoying, doing inexplicable things that were hard to accept, yet other times he was exceptionally accommodating.
Bai Yi began to suspect that this person might have multiple personalities.
His thoughts were more difficult to predict than even San Shao’s.
"Then get a yuan-yang pot base and bring me two bottles of mineral water and two bottles of cold beer," Bai Yi turned to the waiter and said.
Just as Bai Yi finished speaking, Feng Liyan’s voice immediately followed.
"No cold drinks."
The tone was firm, almost authoritative.
"I..."
Bai Yi wanted to say something but, seeing Feng Liyan’s eyes and expression, he pouted and told the waiter not to bring any cold drinks.
Noticing the lack of response from the waiter, Bai Yi looked curiously at the waitress, only to see her staring intently at Feng Liyan, so much so that the hand that was jotting down the order was white from gripping the pen too hard.
Seeing the waitress’s reaction, Bai Yi instinctively scanned the room with its dozen or so tables, noting that all the female customers were staring at their table—no, to be precise, at Feng Liyan. It wasn’t just staring, they were snapping photos and taking videos too.
It wasn’t only the women; even the men were glancing at Feng Liyan because they were influenced by the women’s behavior.
Bai Yi shifted his gaze back to Feng Liyan, whose face looked slightly uncomfortable, and unconsciously touched his own face.
Finally shrugging his shoulders, he stood up and reminded the waiter once more.
After the waiter left apologetically, Bai Yi carefully wiped down the chair he had been sitting on with a napkin, also cleaning the table in the process, before pulling Feng Liyan down to sit.
He then sat down across from him.
"Having second thoughts? I told you right from the start we could just borrow some noodles from Qing Yi’s place and cook that, but you insisted on eating out."
"Noodles aren’t filling," Feng Liyan said.
"If they aren’t filling, just eat more."
"I mean for you."
"Me?" Bai Yi was a bit slow to catch on.
"Noodles aren’t very filling. You’re still young, shouldn’t you be growing?"
"Growing, growing taller?" Bai Yi couldn’t help but laugh, "Dude, I’m almost twenty-four. Everything that needed to grow has already grown. Even if you gave me Immortal Pills, I couldn’t possibly grow to 1.88 meters."
