Qiao Nian didn't know that the person she had randomly met on campus actually knew Fu Ge.

She had already arrived at the supposedly authentic Mongolian hot pot place.

"Miss Qiao, we're here."

The car drove into a quaint alley and stopped outside. It was Saturday, and Ye Wangchuan seemed to have taken her to a tourist attraction, as the narrow alley was full of bustling tourists. All sorts of different accents could be heard, along with many small shops of 10 square meters on both sides of the road. These shops sold porcelain, antiques, and beaded necklaces for 10 yuan.

She thought it would take a long time to get to the place he wanted to eat at. Who knew that after walking for a while, they stopped in front of a courtyard.

In the front street, the chatter of bustling tourists was very loud. A distance of one street away was a winding path, quiet and leisurely.

A big sweet-scented osmanthus tree was also planted in front of the door.

Osmanthus flowers were most fragrant in October, and its faint scent could be smelled all along the way.

with this place, Gu San said with a smile, "Miss Qiao, this is the place. This restaurant's Mongolian hot pot soup is very delicious. It can

people can't eat it."

brick and green tiles in front of her, Qiao Nian said leisurely,

her a courtyard house

It cost nine digits.

as this, and it was

Mongolian hot pot store in such

affixed, it was not a place that diners could eat at

as authentic as the

it appear on review apps. After all, most people couldn't afford it, let

go." Ye Wangchuan was familiar with this place

could afford it herself. But she couldn't reserve a place, so she followed him in very

he had been just now,

as big as Qiao Nian thought, decorated in the style of the old Beijing city. The decoration was not exquisite, there were no set

boss here seemed to know Ye Wangchuan

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