My Wife Is a Superstar (Ning Tan)

Ning Ran was about to say ‘anything’ but was afraid that it would seem rude, so she said to Nan Chen affectionately, “You make the call!”

The phrase ‘You make the call’ sounded simple, but it was rich in meaning.

And it was even more meaningful to say it in this situation.

Nan Chen was a little caught off guard at Ning Ran’s sudden gentleness.

As the server was still waiting at the side for him to place his order, Nan Chen didn’t say much and simply ordered a few dishes.

This was Ning Ran’s purpose. Naturally, Nan Chen should know best what to order since he brought her here.

Ning Ran scrutinized her surroundings. The decoration was very simple in Japanese style, and the customers beside them were also speaking in Japanese.

“You like Japanese food?” Ning Ran asked Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn’t speak, and Ning Ran felt a little awkward for failing to strike up a conversation with him.

“This isn’t Japanese food,” Nan Chen eventually said.

“Yeah.” Ning Ran nodded hastily. “It’s a late-night snack that derived from Japanese food, like the late-night eateries seen in movies.”

Nan Chen was silent at that.

Alright, it seems he’s not planning to talk to me. Ning Ran zipped her mouth tactfully.

Nan Chen, who always bore a graceful posture, surveyed the surroundings as well. When he realized that almost all the female diners’ eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

This restaurant had been in business for some years, and it was his mother who had brought him and Nan Xing here for supper when they were young.

But then something happened, and he never came back.

This place seemed to have been renovated, but the style hadn’t changed much.

Nan Chen had always wanted to visit this place again but never had the courage to come.

With Ning Ran as a companion today, Nan Chen somehow had the courage and excuse to come over.

The food was served. There was fried ramen and a meatball dish Ning Ran couldn’t name.

As Ning Ran didn’t know which dish was hers, she let Nan Chen take it first.

took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran the fried

she was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but she found

a meatball, Nan Chen

was going

she kept staring at the meatballs, wanting to have

woman a glutton? Is a

at this hour is bound to make one chubbier,

those meatballs, he felt a little troubled. At that, he raised his hand

ate one and

for that bowl, and stuffed

was crisp and

is indeed delicious. He ordered fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he only

Ran swallowing one meatball in

Chen. I’ve never forgotten about the sake that we drank the last time. It was really

that, Nan Chen was reminded of

the boss again for two

but he just wanted to

just been speaking casually, and she didn’t expect him to actually order

a rain check on that drink. I’ve got work

already poured her a glass as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you going

Ran looked stunned. Drinking doesn’t mean I’ll tell the

drunk just so I will spill

things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to listening to me or

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

work tomorrow too!”

things difficult when I’m willing to listen

you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is pretty bad. If I’ve

He had

matter. He had his own ways of

Deep down, he was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth

that the eyes of the man

the trace of

she was imagining things. He was a filthy

raised his head and emptied his glass

posture was dashing,

tried to imitate him as she gulped down

sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before, which

he must be wary of his bearings at all times, regardless of whether he was

anytime and made into a topic

only would it affect himself,

wine was actually pretty strong, and Nan Chen

was he drinking with this woman

very much? Didn’t he not trust

his heart turn soft because he saw her sleeping on the

easily moved? Why didn’t he realize this

can’t drink anymore. I’m done.” Ning Ran could feel the

her and poured her

indescribable and strange feeling

of feeling seemed to allow Nan Chen to temporarily put aside

of drinking at his hour or if

it was the latter. He would be

to get me drunk, Sir Chen?” Ning Ran asked, a little drunk as her tone wasn’t as

her

me ten million, I don’t mind if drink myself

Nan Chen frowned.

the most was how Ning Ran talked about money so straightforwardly to him. This woman only had eyes for

Ran quickly changed her words, “Alright, when one drinks with a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough. I’ll just drink

saying it, it didn’t feel

bosom friends?