She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"It seems like she and that handsome guy..."

Friend number two has an ambiguous expression.

The girl immediately explained: "Don't talk nonsense, they are uncle and nephew. You don't know, this Yan Zhan is the adopted son of the Yan family."

"Oh, he is the legendary Master Yan San?"

Most of the girls in the school have never seen Yan Zhan in person, but they have heard of Yan Siyu's third uncle.

After all, everyone was spreading mysterious rumors, saying how cruel Mr. Yan San was.

In the business world, he is known for his ability to turn everything he throws into gold.

When they heard they were uncle and nephew, no one paid much attention to them.

Manshu walked towards Yan Zhan with a smile. Yan Zhan was leaning against the car door. The sunlight shone on his face, as if giving him a layer of Buddha's light.

The moment he saw Manshu, all the coldness in Yan Zhan disappeared and there was warmth in his eyes.

"Going to eat first?"

Yan Zhan said he wanted to take Manshu out for dinner and didn't mention Yan Siyu at all.

Manshu had to mention: "Uncle San, Yan Siyu is still in the school's infirmary."

Yan Zhan paused and said, "Let Wan Yi bring her some food."

Manshu did not refute, after all, he was just trying to save face.

What does it have to do with her whether Yan Siyu eats or not?

"Since we're near the school, why don't I treat my uncle to a meal?" Manshu thought about it and realized that he hadn't eaten hotpot for several days, so maybe he could treat Yan Zhan to a hotpot.

Since the school is close to C University, there are restaurants on several streets, and the prices are not high.

There is a newly opened hot pot restaurant, and it is said that the food tastes good.

Manshu made the suggestion, and Yan Zhan did not refuse.

But when he saw that it was hot pot, he frowned: "Are you sure you want to eat this?"

Yan Zhan has the style of an old cadre and prefers to eat light food.

He was worried that Manshu would feel uncomfortable after eating hotpot as he still had classes in the afternoon and evening.

Manshu subconsciously looked at Yan Zhan, and seeing that he was wearing a white shirt, he was a little hesitant.

"Uncle San, how about we change to another one?"

This shirt must be very expensive. It can’t be washed out if it gets dirty.

"It doesn't matter, eat what you like." Yan Zhan didn't suggest changing, but instead took her into the newly opened hot pot restaurant she mentioned.

There are green plants between the booths here, making it look like you have come to a primeval forest.

The environment is good, the smoke from the hot pot is not too strong, the color combination is beautiful, and the whole table looks very appetizing.

The two of them ordered a shabu-shabu pot.

The waiter looked at the two of them and asked, "You two's clothes are easily soiled. Do you want aprons and sleeves?"

Manshu didn't care much at first, but when she thought of Yan Zhan eating in an apron, she nodded with a smile: "Please give us two sets."

"OK, just a second."

After hearing what Manshu said, the waiter went to prepare it.

After a while, the shabu-shabu hotpot was served along with two pairs of apron sleeves.

Yan Zhan may have never worn this thing before, so he was a little hesitant to put it on.

The waiter thought he was disgusted.

"Handsome guy, don't worry, we are a newly opened store. These aprons are new and have not been used yet. They are not dirty."

The waitress had a keen eye and could tell that the clothes on the handsome guy were very valuable.

It seems that my apron is indeed a bit mismatched.

Manshu had tied on her apron and put on her sleeves with ease.

Seeing that Yan Zhan had no idea where to start, he volunteered: "Uncle San, I'll help you."

Manshu helped him hang the apron around his neck and then tied the belt around his waist.

She gestured with her hands on his waist: "Uncle San, your waist is so thin."