Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 70 Burns
The restaurant's business was good, and the lobby outside was almost full of people, making it very lively and noisy.

Xi Jinbai didn't like the crowd, so he booked a private room.

The front desk clerk led them to their seats and handed them menus.

Xi Jinbai accommodated Sang Yu and asked her to order, "Let's see what we want to eat."

"You order it, I can do it." Sang Yu is not as demanding as Xi Jinbai about food and is not very picky.

Xi Jinbai thought about it for a moment, but could not find Sang Yu's favorite dish in his memory. She usually ate whatever her auntie made, and she never was picky.

He asked the waiter next to him, "Do you have any recommendations?"

The waiter enthusiastically introduced: "Yes, these special signature dishes in our store are very popular. You two can try them."

Xi Jinbai said directly: "Then have one portion, less spicy, two glasses of juice and one tiramisu."

Seeing that he was generous in ordering, the waiter took the opportunity to sell, "Actually, you two can order a couple's dessert set, and the juice is included for free..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sang Yu: "No, we are not a couple."

The waiter apologized quickly, confirmed their order and exited the box.

The door is closed, and the silence factor in the air is fermenting.

The last time they had dinner alone was more than half a year ago. Sang Yu never thought that she and Xi Jinbai would have dinner together again. Now that they are in such a relationship, they would only feel uncomfortable together.

Xi Jinbai broke the silence on the topic just now, "You deny it so quickly? You don't even want the free juice."

"That's not the case. I don't want people to misunderstand me." Sang Yu fluttered his eyelashes and added, "Besides, you don't seem like someone who would save money on two glasses of juice."

"Why don't you look like that? If you want to save money for a wife, save money if you can." Xi Jinbai spoke in a serious tone.

Sang Yu paused slightly while drinking water, then swallowed the water in his mouth, "I'm the one paying the bill anyway."

Xi Jinbai: "It's not easy for you to make money, and it's even more important to save money."

"..."

Sang Yu didn't want to continue this topic and silently drank from the water glass.

Fifteen minutes later, the dishes were served one after another.

The last dish was borscht, a big bowl full and a generous portion.

The waiter carefully brought it to the table. Unexpectedly, his high heels suddenly slipped and he lost his grip. A bowl of soup that was so hot that it was smoking was poured onto Sang Yu's bare arms.

"what--"

"careful!"

Several voices came and went, including panic, surprise and worry.

For a moment, there was a rush in the box, and there was a mess on the table and on the floor.

Sang Yu's arm was inevitably splashed, and she instantly felt a burning pain. Her skin, which was already fair and delicate, instantly turned red.

It was a good thing that Xi Jinbai blocked the bowl of soup with his bare hands. He didn't think about anything just now, and reacted before his consciousness. He protected Sang Yu, and his whole arm was poured with soup. juice.

The thin fabric of the shirt could not withstand the scalding heat at all, not to mention that he had just rolled up a sleeve, and his elbows were in direct contact with the hot soup.

Sang Yu stood up quickly, picked up the mineral water on the table, opened it, and poured it on his arm.

The waiter was so frightened that he was helpless and apologized with a pale face: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry——"

Xi Jinbai's skin had a burning sensation, which was relieved somewhat by the cold water.

He didn't react much, just frowned, held Sang Yu's hand and looked at it. He saw a few red marks on his arm. With a gloomy look, he picked up half a glass of water on the table and helped her rinse it, "Where else are you burned? "

Sang Yu shook his head, his expression filled with anxiety, "I'm fine, let's go to the hospital."

Xi Jinbai said softly "Hmm".

The waiter was left standing there in fear.
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Cheng Xiang learned that his boss had been burned and rushed to the hospital. Unexpectedly, Sang Yu was also there.

He walked into the ward and said hello: "Mr. Xi, Miss Sang."

Sang Yu nodded in response.

"Have you brought the clothes?" Xi Jinbai frowned.

He has a mysophobia, and it is unbearable for him to have his clothes soaked in soup.

"Here it is." Cheng Xiang handed over the bag containing clean clothes.

Xi Jinbai took it with his uninjured hand and looked at Sang Yu, "I'm going to change clothes."

Sang Yu nodded and reminded: "Be careful with your hands."

"Yeah." Xi Jinbai stood up and walked to the bathroom. Cheng Xiang noticed that there were red marks of burns on Sang Yu's arm, "Miss Sang, are your injuries okay?"

"I'm fine, Xi Jinbai is more serious."

The doctor said that the burnt area was large, the temperature was high, and the wound was serious. If he did not take good care of it, it might cause a fever. He was advised to stay in the hospital for one night first.

Cheng Xiang felt strange, "How come you and Mr. Xi were burned at the same time?"

"The staff didn't hold the soup steady when serving the food." Sang Yu knew that he didn't do it on purpose.

Cheng Xiang was still thinking about which restaurant's waiter was so careless and made such a stupid mistake.

Xi Jinbai changed into clean clothes and came out. Most of the soup smell on his body was gone, and he felt much better.

The bag contained a change of dirty clothes.

Cheng Xiang stepped forward to take it, "Mr. Xi, let me throw away the clothes for you."

Xi Jinbai stopped him, "Don't throw away your clothes. Send them to the store to be washed."

Cheng Xiang was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he heard it wrong. He used to throw away the smell of perfume he didn't like on his coat without hesitation. Why would he still want this shirt when it was so dirty? Don't you have mysophobia?

And this style of shirt seemed to be the first time I saw him wearing it.

Although he was confused, Cheng Xiang didn't ask any more questions and replied "Okay".

Xi Jinbai was worried that Sang Yu was hungry and asked her, "I haven't eaten yet. What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring it over."

"Let's drink porridge." Sang Yu thought of the doctor saying that he should eat a lighter diet recently.

"Okay." Xi Jinbai looked at the soup stains on her skirt, fearing that she would be uncomfortable, "Do you want to go back and change clothes first?"

"Ah."

Cheng Xiang drove Sang Yu back to her store to change clothes and took the shirt to the dry cleaners.

Meng Qing saw Sang Yu coming back from outside and immediately saw the red mark on her forearm. Her skin was white, so it was particularly conspicuous, "Sang Sang, what's wrong with your hand?"

Sang Yu explained: "I accidentally got burned by the soup. I've already been treated with medicine. It's not serious. I'll go up and change clothes first."

"Okay, go quickly."

She went upstairs and changed into a casual knitted sweater and drapey wide-leg pants, and told Meng Qing: "My friend was burned a bit badly. I may not come to the store in the afternoon. Please take a look at the store. If anything happens, call my phone."

Meng Qing nodded, "Okay, don't worry."

Twenty minutes later Sang Yu returned to the hospital.

Cheng Xiang left after delivering her. He couldn't make a light bulb, but he still had some eyesight.

Sang Yu knocked on the door of the ward, and after receiving permission, he turned the door handle and pushed in.

Xi Jinbai turned sideways to the door to answer the phone. He spoke fluent and idiomatic English, with standard pronunciation and a low voice with a frosted grainy texture, making people unable to help but listen more.

He was so busy that he was injured and had to deal with work.

Seeing Sang Yu return, Xi Jinbai quickly ended the call with a few words, put down the phone, and asked her to come over for something to eat.

There are two insulated lunch boxes on the folding table.

It was inconvenient for him to open the lid of the box with one hand, and his left hand was not as flexible as his right hand. Sang Yu walked over quickly and took over his action, "I'll do it."

Unscrew the lid, and the aroma inside overflows. There are four home-cooked dishes, shredded tofu, Chinese cabbage, potatoes and steamed pork ribs.

They sat down facing each other.

Sang Yu opened the small box for the cutlery and handed the spoon to Xi Jinbai.

Knowing that he had difficulty scooping out vegetables with a spoon, she took the initiative to help him put the vegetables into the bowl, using another pair of clean chopsticks.

Xi Jinbai's eyes fell on her fair face. The sunlight shone in from the window, and the fine fuzz on her skin was vaguely visible. She had a calm expression and she quietly lowered her head to eat.

"Don't mind it?"

Sang Yu reacted for two seconds, wondering whether he was asking whether it would be troublesome to help him pick up the food, or whether it would be troublesome to change chopsticks to pick up the food. It was most likely the latter.

She raised her eyes and said as if stating the facts: "You have mysophobia."

Xi Jinbai stared into her eyes and said bluntly: "Not to you."

The tail note is lingering with a hint of tenderness, slightly ambiguous in the warm afternoon sun.

Sang Yu's hand holding the chopsticks paused for a moment, and he lowered his eyelashes to cover the ripples in his eyes.

She didn't answer.

(End of this chapter)