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.

Mongolian hot pot soup is very delicious. It can be said to be the most authentic in Beijing. Usually, diners need to reserve a table

people can't eat it."

at the eaves of green brick and green tiles in front of her, Qiao Nian said leisurely, "Mm-hm, I can

her a courtyard house

It cost nine digits.

location was not as good as this, and it was not as

store in such

"private house" was affixed, it was not a

was as

on review apps. After

with this place and

could afford it herself. But she couldn't

more casually. He thought about how excited he had been just now, rubbed

Beijing city. The decoration was not exquisite, there were no set of pavilions as seen in the south, and it was more

boss here seemed to know Ye Wangchuan

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