Back to 1997 as an idol

"To commemorate our eldest young master's first time eating at a roadside stall." Under the simple chandelier with two wires connected to a light bulb, Le Xi's eyes were shining.

Seeing her full of energy, Bai Zicheng was too lazy to complain, "What's so memorable about this?"

Le Xi pouted, "To celebrate that you are finally down-to-earth. Being down-to-earth means being closer to your market."

This sentence seemed to touch Bai Zicheng's nerves. His upper eyelids twitched and he snorted, "It's okay if pop songs are not down-to-earth."

Every time Bai Zicheng mentioned things within his professional scope, he seemed like a different person.

He is a big shot in a field, like a mountain, standing tall and unshakable no matter what he encounters.

Le Xi thought about the popular music of this era. Neither rap nor hip-hop was popular.

The mainstream are love songs of various types.

There is really no need to be down-to-earth.

If you want to write new poems, just force yourself to express your sorrow.

"Did you and Wu Hyun-chen have dinner here yesterday?" Bai Zicheng asked.

"Hmm?" When Bai Zicheng asked about Wu Hyun Chen, Le Xi always felt that he had some purpose.

"Yeah." Le Xi responds to all changes with the same attitude.

"Have you been drinking?" Bai Zicheng's second question.

"Wow, why are you like a paparazzi, asking questions one by one." Le Xi couldn't help it anymore. She didn't want to answer Bai Zicheng's questions honestly. She felt like she was doing something wrong by having dinner with Wu Hyun Chen.

"Why do you feel guilty?" Bai Zicheng's words were like a sharp knife or a needle piercing into Le Xi's body.

Do you have to be so blunt?

Le Xi frowned and pinched her waist, then posed and looked at Bai Zicheng, "Who feels guilty? Why am I guilty?"

Bai Zicheng smiled suddenly, and this smile was like a drop of ink falling on rice paper, quickly spreading across his face.

"I didn't bang my head on the table this time. That's progress." Bai Zicheng said with a smile.

"Pa pa pa." Le Xi slammed the table loudly.

"Are you satisfied?" Le Xi asked Bai Zicheng with her head raised.

Bai Zicheng laughed and nodded, "Satisfied, satisfied."

Le Xi snorted, "If someone didn't know, they would think you were the paparazzi leader. Why do you keep asking about Hyun Chen and me? Am I obligated to tell you?"

Bai Zicheng frowned slowly, his eyes were extremely deep, so deep that it seemed as if he contained many secrets that Le Xi didn't know.

"No." Bai Zicheng said these two words lightly.

For some reason, Bai Zicheng's sudden indifferent attitude made Le Xi feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

But Le Xi didn't know why she felt this way.

Very strange.

The waiter came to deliver the dishes in time, saving the increasingly awkward atmosphere in the private room.

"Come, try the food from the roadside stall." After all, she was the host, so Le Xi picked up the chopsticks and said to Bai Zicheng.

Bai Zicheng spread out his hands, which had been folded over his arms, and pressed them on his legs.

He leaned forward and looked at the barbecue on the table.

"Try it, you can tell what it is just by looking at it. It won't give you diarrhea if you eat it." Le Xi picked up a piece of roasted lamb with chopsticks and put it on Bai Zicheng's plate.

Bai Zicheng picked up the chopsticks hesitantly, picked up the roasted lamb, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.

When Le Xi saw him take a bite, she ignored him and continued eating.

"It tastes nothing special." Bai Zicheng said this and picked up another piece of beef.

Le Xi rolled her eyes at him, wondering why he was still acting like a rich young master at this time.

Whether it tastes good or not, it all goes into your stomach.