Because of the considerable difference in their rankings, Jiang Qiuqiu and Chen Yu were seated quite far apart after entering the venue.
Just before they reached the hall, Chen Yu asked again, "Is tonight still okay?"
"Yes, aren't we checking into the Star Hotel next door after this? I can borrow their kitchen, or we can wait until tomorrow and go—"
"No, let's not wait for tomorrow. I'll go talk to the staff about it." Chen Yu looked very eager. "By the way, do I get to choose the dishes? I pick six, right?"
"That's right," Jiang Qiuqiu said, then added, "Don't pick anything that takes too long. It's getting late."
He hummed in agreement. Chen Yu's eagerness seemed to temper his usually refined, almost ethereal eyebrows, lending him a much more down-to-earth air.
But Jiang Qiuqiu didn't mind this human touch. With a smile, she checked the seating chart, found her spot, and sat down.
