After binding the rich woman system, I became a top white, rich and beautiful woman

"99, how do you calculate 1 point?" Lin Yaoyao asked Baofu99 speechlessly.

"Host, don't think 1 point is too little. Before you met, Male God No. 4 always thought you were a middle-aged aunt. Now that his favorability is 1 point instead of negative, you should be content~" Baofu99 spoke, and there was gloating between the lines.

Lin Yaoyao: “!!!”

Feelings I asked a lonely?

"Sister Yao, what do you want to eat tonight?" Song Shijiu's voice brought Lin Yaoyao back to her senses.

Seeing him carrying a small suitcase, she said, "Go to the room and put your luggage first. I'll wait for you here and think about what to eat later."

Song Shijiu thought this suggestion was feasible and went straight to the elevator. Lin Yaoyao sat down on the sofa, holding her phone and searching on Xiaohongshu for a restaurant in Qingcheng that was stylish and suited the tastes of Haicheng people.

There are endless posts about various things.

There were also weed pullers everywhere.

It’s no exaggeration to say that Lin Yaoyao was overwhelmed after watching for just a few minutes.

This is really difficult.

It seems... it's not easy to be the King of the Sea or the Queen of the Sea who can make the fish in the pond run around in circles.

You can't do this without some skills.

...

Song Shijiu came downstairs ten minutes later, but Lin Yaoyao hadn't decided what to eat yet. Before he could ask, she tentatively asked, "How about we go for a seafood feast?"

Song Nineteen looked at Lin Yaoyao and asked instead of answering, "Sister Yao, are you from Qingcheng?"

Lin Yaoyao was born in a small village inside a mountain within the jurisdiction of Qingcheng, so she can be considered a native of Qingcheng.

He asked and she nodded slightly.

"People in Qingcheng don't like seafood." Song Shijiu chuckled, took out a mask from his pocket and handed it to her, "Put it on, I'll take you somewhere."

Song Shijiu's eyes were very beautiful, and he looked at Lin Yaoyao so intently, as if he had some kind of magic.

She couldn't say no to him.

After taking the mask and putting it on, the two walked out of the Bulgaria Hotel side by side. Song Shijiu stopped a taxi and said to the driver, "Let's go to Qingcheng Mountain."

Qingcheng Mountain is not the name of a mountain, but an authentic Qingcheng restaurant, which is known to all the locals in Qingcheng.

Qingcheng cuisine is not like Sichuan cuisine, which is spicy and numbing. It is a serious spicy dish. When Lin Yaoyao heard that Song Shijiu was going to Qingcheng Mountain, she couldn't help but mutter, "You people from Haicheng don't like spicy food, right?"

Song Shijiu rolled down the car window and looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside. He replied calmly, "Sister Yao, I'm a graduate student at Qingcheng University. I'm not the same as you think you are from Haicheng."

Is Song Shijiu a graduate student at Qingcheng University?

He is a big internet celebrity, but he is actually a graduate student at Qingdao University?

Song Shijiu is 23 years old this year. If he is a graduate student at Qingcheng University, there is no reason why no one would be interested in him since he is so handsome.

Lin Yaoyao was confused and looked at Song Shijiu's profile without saying anything.

Song Shijiu seemed to have mastered the art of mind reading. Without her asking, he took the initiative to answer her questions, "I didn't look like this before. No one knew. It's normal."

After a pause, he continued, "I came to Qingdao University to study for my master's degree when I was nineteen. Actually, that was four years ago..."

From Song Shijiu's fragmented words, Lin Yaoyao could probably piece together some information about his past.

She vaguely felt that Song Shijiu must be a boy with many stories.

In a blink of an eye, we arrived at Qingcheng Mountain.

Song Shijiu paid and got off the car, followed closely by Lin Yaoyao.

They came in a hurry and didn't reserve a seat in advance, so they could only sit in a small private room.

Lin Yaoyao handed the iPad for ordering to Song Shijiu.

Song Shijiu didn't reach out to take it. He met Lin Yaoyao's gaze seriously and said, "Sister Yao, you order."

"But I don't know what you like to eat."

"I'll eat whatever Sister Yao orders." Song Shijiu paused, then added, "The spicier the better. I love spicy food."

After he said that, Lin Yaoyao already knew what she wanted, and she ordered all the signature dishes of Qingcheng Mountain.

After the dishes were served, looking at the table full of delicious food, Song Shijiu took the initiative to pick up a piece of meat for Lin Yaoyao and put it in her bowl, "Sister Yao, thank you for your support in the live broadcast room."

Then, he held up the teacup with both hands and made a respectful gesture, "I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."

Hearing the sound, Lin Yaoyao picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"I also want to thank Brother Nineteen for giving me this opportunity. I'll treat you to a meal."

Song Shijiu had taken off his mask a long time ago. He was in good condition and looked no worse than he did in the live broadcast room.

Lin Yaoyao carefully studied his handsome face and praised him sincerely, "If those little fans knew that their Nineteenth Brother was even more handsome in person than in his live broadcast studio, they would probably go crazy."

As she spoke, Lin Yaoyao also picked up a piece of meat and put it in Song Shijiu's bowl.

Song Shijiu looked at the piece of meat, then looked at Lin Yaoyao who was sitting opposite him, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Sister Yao, you think differently than I do."

"Is it different?" Lin Yaoyao asked knowingly, "How is it different? Then what do you imagine me to be like?"

What does Song Shijiu imagine Lin Yaoyao to be like?

Probably: about 50 years old, with a big belly, and "dissatisfaction" written all over his face.

But he absolutely didn't dare to tell this to Lin Yaoyao.

She asked, and he pretended to be thoughtful.

Lin Yaoyao found it really funny that he insisted on acting despite his poor acting skills, so she simply stopped making things difficult for him.

"Brother Nineteen, the me you imagine is not that old, big, and wealthy old woman, right?"

Lin Yaoyao was right.

Song Nineteen smiled awkwardly, "Sister Yao, don't blame me for thinking that. You really gave me too much."

Lin Yaoyao: “!!!”

Since when has giving too much been equated with being an older, bigger, richer woman?

It seems that in this 'world' that she doesn't know, there are many unknown things...

Lin Yaoyao remained silent, but Song Shijiu had no intention of remaining silent. He introduced the signature dishes of Qingcheng Mountain one by one, like they were his own treasures.

After introducing each dish, he would use his serving chopsticks to place a piece in Lin Yaoyao's bowl. Thoughtful, gentle, and elegant... Song Shijiu truly deserves to be called a 90-point male god.

Lin Yaoyao couldn't help but think that if she hadn't activated the system and hadn't obtained the endless quota for becoming a rich woman, perhaps she would never have the chance to have a meal with a handsome man like Song Shijiu in this life?

It is true that life is unpredictable...

Large intestine wrapped in small intestine...

By the time Song Shijiu finished introducing all 18 signature dishes, Lin Yaoyao was already full and burped at an inopportune time.

Unprecedented embarrassment swept through every cell in Lin Yaoyao's body.

She opened her lips, wanting to say something, but her mind went blank. Then… gorgeously, she blurted out, "Brother Nineteen, which do you prefer, the me you imagined or the me sitting in front of you right now?"