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Song Zhiyue wanted to say that it would be a waste, but thought that if he didn't change the tea leaves, he would never know whether the tea art had progressed.

She nodded, changed the tea leaves, and started boiling again.

Feng Chen didn't walk away, sitting next to her and watching her, which made her a little nervous.

The two sat facing each other, with a coffee table in between, the water in the teapot boiling and mist, and the snowflakes floating outside the window, a warm room.

Every weekend, she stayed at home to learn how to make tea, and twice went to see Su Wansheng after work, and by the way, she taught herself how to arrange flowers.

Whether it is making tea or arranging flowers, she is very serious about learning.

Seeing that the Lu family had a piano, she originally wanted Su Wansheng to teach her, but that was not something that could be learned overnight, and she couldn't afford to buy a piano to practice.

Su Wansheng had a big belly, and there was no way to teach her to dance, so she thought of Ji Yi.

When she called Ji Yi to talk about this, Ji Yi readily agreed.

After work, Ji Yi came to pick her up.

"Go to my house" for fear that she would misunderstand, and he further explained, "It's my private residence." ”

Song Zhiyue shook her head, whether he had a servant or not, it was easy to cause misunderstanding, and she felt that it was inappropriate.

Ji Yi chuckled, "Then go to the Western restaurant." ”

How to learn to dance in that kind of place

She basically doesn't know anything at all, isn't it a shame to go to a crowded place

She still hesitated, "Is there no other place?"

"You have to have music to learn to dance, and if you don't want to go to my house, then you have to go to a western restaurant. Otherwise, it's okay to go to your house, I don't care. Ji Yi spread his hands with an indifferent attitude.

Bringing other men home, Song Zhiyue didn't have the guts.

She thought for a moment and said, "As long as I don't go to your house, I can do it anywhere." ”

"Okay, let's take it lightly." Ji Yi opened the car door for her.

"I have my own car, you wait for me, I'll pick up the car." With that, she walked to the parking lot.

When she picked up the car, Ji Yi drove in front, she followed, and Ji Yi took her to an elegantly decorated Western restaurant.

Ji Yi reported his name, and the waiter took them up to the third floor.

The whole floor was empty, except for a table by the window, on which was a bottle of decorative roses, which looked like a couple's seat.

Ji Yi pulled out the chair and stool for her, she took off the bag on her shoulder, and sat down hesitantly.

The waiter handed them the menu, and Song Zhiyue said, "Didn't you come to teach me how to dance, how did you become the one who brought me to eat Western food?"

Ji Yi flipped through the menu and said, "Aren't you hungry just after work, I have the strength to teach when I'm full, and I have the strength to learn when I'm full, isn't it?"

What he said was right, but they were obviously just friends, but she felt uncomfortable eating in such a place and in this environment.

She said to the waiter, "Can you take this vase of flowers?"

The waiter smiled and said "yes", then took the roses from the table.

With fewer flowers, the atmosphere didn't seem so awkward, and Song Zhiyue's heart was a little more comfortable.

After ordering, the waiter left, and she asked "did you book a place in advance?"

Ji Yi nodded, he guessed early in the morning that she would not go to him, so he booked a place in the restaurant in advance,

"Why do you suddenly want to learn to dance?" he asked.

"It's just that I suddenly want to learn, why can." Song Zhiyue hesitated and didn't tell him the truth.

When the ordered things came up, the two began to eat, and Song Zhiyue also took the opportunity to practice the technique of cutting steak.

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