55: The lady who loves to pay for others

The most important thing in life is not to favor one over the other, so Li Qinghe also put his arm around A Ying's neck.

But with this move, both his hands were stuck.

Li Qinghe calmly took them downstairs to watch his motorcycle stunt performance.

Who says only people in Vietnam are good at riding motorcycles? Dragon Country People are no less skilled.

Especially someone like Li Qinghe, who has been enhanced by the system; his reaction speed and control of strength are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Controlling two motorcycles at the same time was effortless for him.

Although they were just scooters, he could still ride them to perform various motorcycle stunts.

Wheelies, stoppies, drifting, burnouts, riding backward, standing riding, and fancy stunts.

On this land that was part of the Han empire hundreds of years ago, Li Qinghe fully displayed the prowess of his motorcycle skills.

The light from the floor-to-ceiling windows shifted from bright to dark, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were turned on.

This performance pushed the time for the three of them to go to Haidilao for the housewarming feast to nine in the evening.

The spectacular performance made A Ling and A Ying as radiant as flowers nourished by rain and dew.

Three motorcycles lined up and sped off toward the shopping mall in the evening breeze.

Going to eat at this time actually meant they didn't have to wait in line for too long.

They were quickly assigned a booth.

While Li Qinghe was ordering food, Nguyen Thi Linh affectionately linked arms with A Ying and took her to the condiment station to mix dipping sauces.

After just a few hours of getting along, A Ying had fully accepted A Ling, this pure and kind girl. Against the backdrop of resisting oppression together, the two shared the same goal, and their relationship warmed up rapidly.

Watching the two of them run off to mix their sauces while chatting and laughing, Li Qinghe sat back in his seat and waited for them to return, knowing that Nguyen Thi Linh would definitely bring a dish back for him.

For today's hot pot, Li Qinghe ordered half spicy red oil and half tomato broth.

The dishes included tripe, yellow throat, chicken gizzards, shrimp paste, meatballs, basa fish, vegetables, tofu skin, potato slices, and several servings of duck blood, duck intestines, and squid tentacles.

Because the sweet and sour flavor of the tomato broth was more suitable for the people of Vietnam, Li Qinghe was very careful to cater to their tastes.

Li Qinghe also ordered a serving of the viral "dancing noodles." Regrettably, he hadn't seen the face-changing performance either of the two times he had come.

Finding a suitable angle to set up his filming equipment, he felt he could capture some footage since this was the first time he had brought two beauties of different styles out for hot pot.

Many people enjoy watching the surprised and shocked expressions of foreigners toward various things in the Dragon Country.

It has almost become the secret to traffic for some foreigners to go viral in the Dragon Country.

With Nguyen Thi Linh having it for the second time and A Ying for the first, he wondered what their reactions would be.

The more Li Qinghe thought about it, the more excited he became; he grabbed his equipment and ran to the condiment station.

He wanted to film the process of Nguyen Thi Linh and A Ying choosing their condiments.

Sure enough, when Li Qinghe arrived with the camera, Nguyen Thi Linh was explaining the flavors of the various condiments to A Ying.

"This is sesame paste, it's the condiment Brother likes the most when eating hot pot..."

But as soon as she caught a glimpse of Li Qinghe approaching with the camera, she held up her dish to shyly cover her face.

Having filmed a few videos, she was still not quite used to the rhythm of being followed by a camera in her daily life.

A Ying, on the other hand, brightly made a peace sign at the camera. She had seen a bit more of the world than Nguyen Thi Linh and adapted to the camera much faster.

"A Ying, what kind of dipping sauce did you mix?" Li Qinghe asked the smiling A Ying from behind the camera.

"Sesame oil, minced garlic, lemon juice..." A Ying smiled and held her dipping dish up in front of Li Qinghe.

"Brother, I mixed the dipping sauce you like." Nguyen Thi Linh, who was beside her, also placed a dipping dish in front of the camera.

Li Qinghe looked at the dish; it was exactly the same as the one he had mixed last night. It seemed Nguyen Thi Linh had very carefully asked him what condiments were in his dish last night, all so she could replicate it exactly when they came to eat again.

"Thank you, A Ling. Let's go back to our table to cook our food."

Under Li Qinghe's camera, the graceful figures of Nguyen Thi Linh and A Ying swayed as they walked toward their table.

By the time the three of them returned to the table, the waiter had already arranged all the dishes beside the hot pot.

The attentive and enthusiastic service from the waiter surprised A Ying a little. She worked in the service industry herself, especially when she saw Li Qinghe ask the waiter to help slide the shrimp paste into both pots.

And the waiter would comply with all of Li Qinghe's requests.

Especially when the viral "dancing noodles" were performed right in front of them, A Ying's eyes were filled with astonishment, as if she were saying, "Service can be like this too?"

As for Nguyen Thi Linh, because she had already experienced it once yesterday, she wasn't as surprised as A Ying, though she still watched the noodle-dancing process with great interest.

Li Qinghe had the noodle-dancing waiter put the noodles into the tomato broth.

The expressions shown by Nguyen Thi Linh and A Ying were completely captured by the camera.

And when the hot pot started to boil, that was the moment Li Qinghe made his fans the most jealous.

He sat there like a master, with Nguyen Thi Linh on his left and Chau Pham Thuy Anh on his right.

While verbally instructing the two girls on how long each ingredient should be cooked, he opened his mouth to accept the food being fed to him from both sides.

Throughout the meal, he didn't even move his chopsticks ten times.

By the end, Nguyen Thi Linh and A Ying had almost forgotten about the camera, only focused on affectionately feeding their man.

Li Qinghe fed them, and they, in turn, wanted to feed Li Qinghe.

The final shot was of two rosy, cherry-like lips pressing onto both sides of Li Qinghe's face simultaneously.

After turning off the camera, Li Qinghe could finally feel at ease kissing the one on the left, then the one on the right.

He wouldn't dare do that in front of the camera, otherwise the video would be blocked from uploading in minutes.

This meal cost nearly 3 million vietnamese dong, equivalent to about 800 dragon country currency. It was mainly because Li Qinghe could eat a lot.

Just like last night, most of the ingredients ended up in his stomach.

When Li Qinghe waved for the waiter to pay the bill, he was surprised to learn that it had already been paid by someone else.

Despite Li Qinghe's repeated questioning, the waiter remained tight-lipped.

Several figures flashed through Li Qinghe's mind; it seemed the only person who had paid for him before was the noblewoman Vu Linh Huong, whom he met last night.

And the one capable of secretly paying for a friend's meal like this would likely be this top student from Jingcheng University, who had been influenced by the Dragon Country's culture of paying the bill.

What Li Qinghe couldn't figure out was what there was to gain from him. Money? With his current status, he was nothing compared to the billions of dollars in assets of a family like Vu Linh Huong's.

His looks? Which of the readers reading this novel isn't more charming than him? She wouldn't necessarily have to choose him.

Li Qinghe really couldn't quite figure it out.

However, to verify if it was Vu Linh Huong, Li Qinghe opened Vu Linh Huong's WeChat, clicked on a recent selfie from her Moments, and showed it to the waiter.

Although the waiter didn't speak, her eyes betrayed the answer: it was indeed this noblewoman who appeared aloof on the surface but was actually incredibly wealthy who had paid the bill.

But as a dignified noblewoman, coming to eat hot pot last night and again tonight, it seemed her palate had been spoiled by hot pot restaurants like Jubao Yuan and Donglaishun in Jingcheng, so she could only use Haidilao as a substitute back in Vietnam.

Although she wasn't short on money, the feeling of having someone else pay the bill was still quite nice.

If Vu Linh Huong wanted to pay, let her pay. Maybe she was just doing it for fun; there's no need to overthink the hidden motives.

Li Qinghe stopped worrying about the bill and took the two beauties home.

Ate and drank to his heart's content...

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