She doesn't want to pretend anymore

"Try it. This is one of the few places in Hong Kong where you can taste the flavors of the imperial capital. The mutton hotpot here is exactly the same as the one in the imperial capital, and it's also fresh."

In a winter like this, enjoying the scenery and eating hot pot seem to be a habit that even Xi Shuangcheng, a native of the imperial capital, cannot change.

The mutton hotpot here was obviously a dish that was only served after he appeared.

When all the dishes were served, Qu Jiu realized that what Xi Shuangcheng said was true.

Just smelling the fragrance makes me feel like I'm back in the imperial capital.

Unfortunately, over the years, he has become accustomed to southern cuisine and the various heavy-tasting foods in City C.

Even after cooking a pot of mutton, he slowly said: "Although shabu-shabu is satisfying, hot pot and barbecue are my favorites now."

Xi Shuangcheng was originally using a serving chopstick to serve food to Qu Jiu, but when he heard him speak, he paused.

Then he put the cooked mutton into his bowl as if nothing had happened.

"No matter where I go, I still miss the food in the capital the most..."

He originally said this to evoke Qu Jiu's memories of the past.

Unexpectedly, Qu Jiu responded casually: "Why don't you go back then? What are you doing here? I don't believe that the achievements you have made in the past few years are not enough to be transferred back!"

Xi Shuangcheng ate a mouthful of food without changing his expression: "You have paid attention to me in the past few years?"

Qu Jiu was speechless.

In the past few years, Xi Shuangcheng had been on the verge of life and death several times, so of course he knew it.

It was because he knew this that he hoped Xi Shuangcheng would leave Hong Kong City as soon as possible.

"Who follows you?" Qu Jiu refused to admit it and never said another word during the rest of the meal.

Qi Xiang is also a foodie. She doesn’t know anyone here and just concentrates on eating.

However, when she heard that Manshu had a car race tonight, she was shocked.

On the way back after eating, he pestered Manshu and insisted that she take him there.

"Manman, if you don't take me with you, it would be really unkind and completely heartless!"

Her curiosity has been aroused, so how can I not let her participate?

She missed the chance to see the car race between Manshu, Yan Siyu, Gu Zixuan and others, and she felt very sorry about it.

What's more, this is a competition that sounds cool.

What kind of selection competition is this? It sounds very formal. There should be a lot of people participating, right?

My sister was able to get tickets for this game, so wouldn’t I be letting her down if I didn’t go?

Qi Xiang felt like he was being scratched by a cat.

Manshu had no choice but to coax her: "That kind of competition is nothing to watch. It is thrilling, but it is definitely not as moving as the concert of the God of Songs."

"Aren't you a fan of the God of Songs? Are you going to skip his concert to watch me compete?"

Because the competition is full of uncertainties, Manshu certainly doesn't want Qi Xiang to participate.

She is the little princess of the Qi family. Once she goes, the Qi family's bodyguards will definitely follow her.

But in that kind of place, how much of a role can bodyguards play?

If something happens at that time, how can she explain to the Qi family?

"The God of Songs doesn't just hold a concert once, but it's so rare for you to race a car. Do you need someone to sit in the passenger seat for a car like yours? What do you think of me? Will it embarrass you to sit in it?"

Obviously, Qi Xiang's interest far exceeded his awareness of the danger.

Even though Qi Xiang talked a lot, Manshu didn't dare to agree.

Qu Jiu, who was still in the passenger seat, reminded: "This is a selection competition that is not open to the public, so people without an invitation letter cannot enter."