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A small barbecue restaurant.

He Qiaoyun sat down first, and seeing that Feng Jiashu was still standing, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jiashu looked at the greasy tables and chairs with a somewhat resistant expression, but under her gaze, he still reluctantly sat down.

A young waiter handed them a menu and a pen, saying, "Call me when you've ordered."

He Qiaoyun first handed the menu to Feng Jiashu, saying, "You order first."

Feng Jiashu declined, saying, "You do it. I'm not very good at it. I'm not picky about food and I don't have any dietary restrictions. Please do whatever you like."

He Qiaoyun took the menu back and carefully considered the amount of food for the two of them.

A short while later, she called over a waiter and said, "Five skewers each of pork belly, beef, squid, and kidney, plus an order of grilled eggplant, ten skewers of grilled corn, and two skewers of chives."

The waiter took back the menu, glanced at Feng Jiashu sitting opposite him, and enthusiastically recommended, "We just received some fresh oysters. Would you like to order some?"

He Qiaoyun did not refuse and agreed, "Okay."

The waiter smiled and said, "Okay, how spicy would you like it?"

He Qiaoyun asked Feng Jiashu, "Can you eat spicy food?"

Feng Jiashu said, "I'm fine with anything."

He Qiaoyun said to the waiter, "Then... I'll have it mildly spicy."

"Okay, please wait a moment, it will be ready soon."

"Ah."

A gentle evening breeze, bustling surroundings, flashing neon lights, and a relaxed atmosphere.

He Qiaoyun's phone screen on the table remained lit, with various likes and comments popping up constantly.

She turned off her phone and placed it face down on the table.

Seeing her actions, Feng Jiashu asked, "Is someone looking for you? I see your phone screen keeps showing message 1 popping up."

He Qiaoyun blurted out without warning, "I posted a video online this afternoon, and I didn't expect it to go viral. People have been liking and following me."

Feng Jiashu was somewhat curious, "What did you send?"

For some reason, He Qiaoyun suddenly felt awkward and didn't want to tell him what she had sent. Her voice became hoarse.

Feng Jiashu raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

He Qiaoyun forced a smile, "It was just some everyday life posts, nothing special."

The more she dodged the question, the more curious Feng Jiashu became; he desperately wanted to know everything about her.

So he picked up his phone, downloaded a video app, searched for her name, and got an unfamiliar account: the female driver of the van that crashed into the Maybach.

He clicked on the account, and the first video on the homepage had nearly a million likes and nearly 30,000 comments. The video's cover photo was of He Qiaoyun.

Turn the volume down, open the video, and you'll see the video's powerful caption: I am the female owner of the van that crashed into the Maybach. Women also have the right to hold the steering wheel. The crash was an accident, and I will pay compensation. Thank you for your concern, netizens.

For some reason, he was reminded of that day in Hejia Village when someone demolished her greenhouse, and how she bravely and unyieldingly defended her rights.

Very handsome.

A short while later, the waiter brought over a small plate of barbecue. "The meat skewers and oysters are ready, but the corn, chives, and eggplant will take a while."

He Qiaoyun picked up a skewer of pork belly. "It smells so good, let's try it."

Feng Jiashu put down his phone, smelled the aroma of cumin, picked up a skewer of beef, took a bite, and raised an eyebrow.

He Qiaoyun looked at him expectantly, "How was it?"

“It tastes pretty good.”

He Qiaoyun had only eaten a few meat skewers when she felt the meat skewers sink into her stomach along with her dinner at home, and she felt full.

She'd touched a few of the meat skewers, but not the oysters. "You should try this oyster," she said.

Feng Jiashu looked at the oysters, then looked up at her, hesitating.

He Qiaoyun suddenly remembered that oysters are very nutritious and have beauty and skin-nourishing effects for women, while for men they are good for that aspect. She felt inexplicably hot-eared and said, "I'll try some too."

She picked one up and started eating.

Seeing her reaction, Feng Jiashu couldn't help but smile and said, "Eat more, I'm afraid you'll get a sore throat."

He Qiaoyun's ears turned bright red. "I love to eat it, and there aren't many left. I'll eat them all; we can't waste them."

She forgot she was full and ate six large oysters in one go, giving her the illusion that she never wanted to eat oysters again in her life.

At this moment, two girls at the next table secretly observed He Qiaoyun and whispered, "It's her, it's her."

He Qiaoyun was wiping her mouth when she inadvertently noticed two girls at the next table secretly taking pictures of her. She turned around in confusion and asked, "Are you guys taking pictures of me?"

When the two girls saw her face, they didn't think there was anything wrong with their act of taking pictures without her consent. Instead, they excitedly said, "Sister, are you the woman who drove the van that crashed into the Maybach?"

Immediately, the people around who were eating skewers all looked over, some puzzled, some curious, and some discussing.

He Qiaoyun hadn't expected to become so famous that she was recognized by passersby, and instead nodded awkwardly, "It's me..."

The two girls picked up their phones, turned on the front-facing camera, and said, "Sister, you're our idol! We've followed your account, can we take a picture with you?"

He Qiaoyun did not refuse, and said with a smile, "Of course."

Is this what it feels like to be an internet celebrity?

The two girls smiled and took several photos with He Qiaoyun. Afterwards, many people in the restaurant got up and lined up to take photos with He Qiaoyun. Some even called their friends to come and take photos with her.

The once quiet barbecue restaurant suddenly became packed with customers, and the owner quickly asked the waiters to bring out tables and chairs from the warehouse to serve the guests who had come from far and wide.

He Qiaoyun instantly became the store's living advertisement. She wanted to pay and leave, but she couldn't. Many people lined up to take pictures with her, and some even started live streaming.

The crowd didn't disperse until 9 p.m. The tents set up outside the restaurant were packed with people. Those who could sit down did so while waiting for their barbecue, editing photos and posting videos or live streams. Those who couldn't sit down ordered barbecue skewers and stood aside to wait for them to be packed up and taken home.

It's in the Chinese people's genes to think, "Since we're already here, we have to try this barbecue that the internet celebrity ate."

He Qiaoyun had some free time and realized that she had given away the barbecue skewers she hadn't finished to her fans. Fortunately, the two of them were already full, so they told the waiter that they wanted to pay the bill.

The waiter pointed at Feng Jiashu and said, "This gentleman has already paid."

She said helplessly, "I'm sorry, I was taking pictures the whole time. I promised to treat you."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "When you go out to eat, there's no reason for the lady to pay the bill."

As the two left, the waiter chased after them carrying a small bag of barbecue, panting as he said, "Gentlemen, this is a gift from our boss to thank you for bringing so many customers to our restaurant."

He Qiaoyun was stunned for a moment, and was about to refuse when the waiter handed it to her, saying, "This is a small token of our boss's appreciation, please take it."

The waitress grinned and said, "Welcome back next time." Then she turned and ran back to work.

He Qiaoyun, carrying a bag of barbecue, couldn't help but chuckle, "This is a huge bag, how can we possibly finish it all?"

Feng Jiashu said, "We also have a nanny and a housekeeper at home, so we won't waste any resources."

"makes sense."