Chapter 32: Bali Is a BBQ Restaurant

Jiang Shiyue looked at his earnest eyes, suddenly realizing that he actually intended to compensate her with a new one.

She knew he was someone who didn't lack money. However, her upbringing prevented her from accepting a motorcycle from him over such a minor incident. In truth, she merely wanted to use this opportunity to get him to sing a few more songs at the Pharmaceutical Factory.

Jiang Shiyue gently swung her beautiful legs, and the flashy young man's gaze swayed along with them. This off-putting guy was even worse than Su Yunzhou.

"I know you have money, but I didn't ask you to pay for it. I'm just really angry!" she said.

Hearing this, the flashy young man looked embarrassed. This guy, who was only slightly more handsome than him, wasn't just pretending to be a big shot—he was actually rich. Then his own attempt to flex and slap the guy's face was just a bit... awkward.

For a moment, he didn't know whether to leave or stay. Inexplicably, a song's lyrics came to his mind: I am most afraid when the air suddenly turns quiet.

"Number 29! Are you here?"

The waitress's shout came like a royal pardon to the flashy young man. He bolted, darting inside in a flash.

Jiang Shiyue found it somewhat amusing. She wondered if all these men were peacocks who loved to fan their feathers. Then, she thought of her beloved little motorcycle.

"Sigh... I'm angry because that person was so ill-mannered," she complained. "They just drove off after scratching my bike. I would have felt a bit better if they had at least gotten out to check!"

Hearing this, Su Yunzhou smiled faintly.

"You're still smiling!" Jiang Shiyue glared at him in annoyance.

Although this was only Su Yunzhou's second time interacting with this bound target, he had somewhat figured out her character. This woman was very straight—not just in terms of her figure, but also her personality. She never concealed her inner thoughts; she said whatever she wanted to say and did whatever she wanted to do. Getting along with someone like her could be exhausting if one tried to keep up with her erratic nature. However, as long as one found the right knack, it would be much easier.

"The logic behind it is very simple," Su Yunzhou said softly. "Your bike was scratched, and he drove off pretending not to know. Even if the traffic police catch him, it can only be counted as ignorance. But if he had gotten out of the car to check and then left because he didn't want to pay, that would be called a hit-and-run."

This explanation immediately caught Jiang Shiyue's attention. "There's such a saying?"

"What did you expect?" Su Yunzhou continued. "You know the situation on this old street. Seeing that your motorcycle taxi is probably more expensive than his car, how could he dare to get out?"

Jiang Shiyue nodded slightly. What he said made some sense. Wait. What the hell was a motorcycle taxi?

Thinking of this, she said in annoyance, "Let me reiterate: my Little Ninja is a Kawasaki Ninja 650, okay?"

"Okay, okay, okay."

Su Yunzhou had also adapted to this way of speaking. It was actually very difficult for adults to have such straightforward communication. There was no catering to the other party, nor any need to hide one's emotions. One could clearly express their personal views—saying they liked it if they did, and saying they didn't if they didn't. This sounded simple, but in reality, how many people could actually do it?

The two of them chatted for a while, completely talking past each other. Hmm, that description wasn't quite right. They chatted for a while, with neither on the same wavelength... Uh, that seemed even worse than the first description. Forget it. That was the general idea, anyway.

Her Affinity inexplicably went back up by one point. Looking at the Affinity that had become two points again, Su Yunzhou deeply felt how difficult it was to conquer this hellish difficulty level. It felt just like he was a Third-Level Seafood Hunter who had run into a max-level Clam Spirit right after leaving the novice village. It was truly too difficult to find a way in.

"Number 30! Are you here?" the waitress shouted at the top of her lungs.

Jiang Shiyue responded and got up, walking into the restaurant.

The rustic, down-to-earth atmosphere inside the shop, coupled with the diners feasting heartily, formed a picture filled with the vibrant breath of everyday life.

It was already late to begin with. Smelling the aroma, Su Yunzhou's stomach rumbled with hunger.

The entrance of the two highly attractive people naturally drew quite a few gazes. The flashy young man was eating while huddled in a corner like an ostrich, as well-behaved as a child who had just learned to use chopsticks.

"Please scan the QR code to order," a waitress said.

Su Yunzhou waved his hand. "No need to go through all that trouble. Just bring us two plates of every most expensive dish in the shop."

"Don't listen to him... I'll order," Jiang Shiyue said, shooting him an exasperated glance before swiping open her phone to scan the code and carefully select their food.

Su Yunzhou curled his lips.

A short while later, the waitress brought over plates of exquisite barbecue, along with all sorts of oddly shaped snacks. There was no need to elaborate on the barbecue; it was mostly the same everywhere, except this shop had brushed all the meat with some kind of secret sauce. But the snacks were quite interesting. There were spring rolls shaped like cigars, fried dumpling ice cream, and mini hamburgers roasted on skewers. It was no wonder so many young women came here to take photos and check in while eating.

The way the two ate also caught the attention of the people around them. Most men and women would talk and laugh while eating, using the meal as an opportunity to learn little details about each other. But these two seemed entirely focused on devouring their rice... no... devouring the meat.

Jiang Shiyue was someone who simply believed in eating when it was time to eat. Besides, talking while eating would send spittle flying everywhere, and sometimes food would even get sprayed onto the plates. How disgusting was that!

[Affinity +1]

Su Yunzhou, on the other hand, deduced from this inexplicably increasing Affinity that she was probably the type to eat without speaking. Therefore, he focused entirely on eating. He had to admit, the taste was truly quite good. The pork belly, slowly roasted over a small fire until it sizzled with grease, paired with a piece of lettuce, was absolutely phenomenal.

The two of them ate to their hearts' content.

Jiang Shiyue didn't grow so tall for nothing; her appetite was much larger than one would expect. She didn't try to hide her adorable, slightly bulging belly at all. Once she really got into eating, she even took off her sun-protective jacket, baring her fair arms as she relentlessly devoured all kinds of meat. The only pity was that her camisole was completely flat, with nothing much to look at. However, her sincere and unpretentious way of eating, coupled with her outstanding beauty, attracted the attention of quite a few people.

A finely dressed handsome guy with curly hair came over to hit on her, only to be rebuffed with a single sentence: "Don't interrupt my meal."

"BURP!"

After finishing the last piece of dry-roasted pork belly, Jiang Shiyue let out a satisfied burp, completely disregarding her image.

She glanced at the time. If they went back now, it would be precisely when the restaurant was at its busiest.

Su Yunzhou waved his hand. "Waitress, the bill!"

"Coming!"

The phrase "the bill" possessed an intangible Magic Power in any eatery. A waitress could always pinpoint the exact location of the paying customer amidst all the chaos.

The waitress walked over with the bill and spoke to the handsome guy drinking coconut milk. "Sir, the total comes to 306 yuan. I'll waive the fraction for you, so just 300 yuan will do."

Sipping on his straw, Su Yunzhou said casually, "She's paying. Also, no need for the discount."

"Ah?"

The waitress stood stunned for a few seconds, her mouth twitching slightly. Just as she was struggling to find the right words, the beautiful woman—whose legs were so gorgeous that even the waitress, a woman herself, felt envious—actually stood up.

She took out her phone and said, "What are you spacing out for? Turn the payment code around!"

As her words fell, Su Yunzhou seemed to hear the sound of numerous breaking hearts.

"The mature beauty has spent 300 yuan on you. Affinity at 3 points. Cashback: 900 yuan."

No matter how small a mosquito's leg was, it was still meat. Earning this 900 yuan hadn't been easy!

Su Yunzhou stood up and grumbled to the waitress, "I told you not to give a discount. You really don't cater to the customer's needs at all."

The waitress looked helpless. She really wanted to snap back but held it in, frantically complaining in her heart, "I... I kindly waived the fraction, and I'm the one in the wrong? He even made the woman pay the bill. What an off-putting guy!"

Jiang Shiyue also rolled her eyes dramatically and strode outside on her long, beautiful legs.

After they left, the atmosphere inside the restaurant became much more heated.

At a table full of single "monks," one guy exclaimed, "Damn! This bro is a role model for our generation!"

"He had that tall beauty completely under his thumb," another added.

"Yeah! When will I be so domineering that I can make my girlfriend pay the bill?" a third chimed in.

"Uh... probably when you break up," his friend replied.

Of course, among the diners, there was no lack of sharp-eyed girls. One of them, an intern at a magazine publisher, recognized that the seemingly ordinary clothes on the man were from Zegna's new seasonal collection. She had seen them in a fashion magazine that very morning. At the time, she had complained about what kind of person would buy clothes so simple they had practically no design. She never expected to see someone wearing them that night.

What a low-key wealthy person!

Yet, at this moment, this wealthy person had run into a profoundly absurd situation.