Xiu Gou's Taming Record

Chapter 192 Watching the Show

This made her very uncomfortable. Why would a woman she had never spoken to treat Yu Heng like this?

What is her relationship with Yu Heng? She doesn't want someone with that kind of personality in her family.

"Where shall we go first?" Zhou Mengqi broke the silence, her voice deliberately light and cheerful.

"Central Mall," Yu Heng said. "Park in the underground parking garage."

"I know," He Mengyao replied. "It's not like I haven't been there before."

Shen Yueling turned her gaze away from the window and looked at He Mengyao in the front row.

"Mengqi," Shen Yueling said softly, "your friend?"

"Huh?" Zhou Mengqi was taken aback. "No, he's the one who teaches us dance, but Teacher He looks so young."

"Hehe," Yu Heng chuckled, "She's a student in the same year as us, of course she's young."

"So she's a student in our year," Shen Yueling said softly. "That's really impressive. She's even more sharp-tongued than the senior students in our department."

Shen Yueling deliberately teased, saying that she wasn't usually the type to say such things, but for some reason today, she just really wanted to roast this person.

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The men's clothing section on the second floor of the Central Department Store.

Yu Heng picked up a light gray hooded sweatshirt with a simple geometric print on the chest.

"Try this one," Shen Yueling said.

As Yu Heng was about to walk into the fitting room, He Mengyao glanced at him and said, "This is more suitable for high school students. Won't you look too young in it?"

Shen Yueling picked up a dark blue shirt next to her: "How about this one? A shirt can't be too youthful, can it?"

He Mengyao ran her fingers across the clothes rack and pulled out a navy blue shirt, the fabric gleaming subtly under the light: "This kind suits you better, that shirt is too ordinary."

Yu Heng looked at the two pieces of clothing but didn't say anything.

He didn't really care what he wore, but the attitudes of these two women intrigued him.

Shen Yueling felt uncomfortable. What was wrong with He Mengyao? Every word she said was barbed.

She smirked, "How old is Yu Heng? Why is he dressed so old-fashioned?"

"Old-fashioned?" He Mengyao laughed. "This is called mature. You know, this style suits Yu Heng perfectly, right?"

"I don't know?" Shen Yueling raised an eyebrow. "I've known him for so many years, how long have you known him? I've never seen Yu Heng wear clothes like this before."

He Mengyao was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

How long has she known him? Longer than you know, in both her past and present lives.

"Knowing someone for a long time doesn't mean you understand them." He Mengyao shoved the jacket into Yu Heng's hands. "Go try it on."

Yu Heng took the jacket and then the shirt Shen Yueling had picked out: "Try them both."

He went into the fitting room, where three women were waiting outside.

Bai Xinran remained silent, standing quietly beside the clothes rack, completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere.

Zhou Mengqi glanced at He Mengyao, then at Shen Yueling, with an expression of watching the drama unfold.

I was thinking to myself, let's fight!

However, she still took half a step closer to Bai Xinran and lowered her voice, "What happened to those two?"

Bai Xinran shook her head and said softly, "I don't know."

The fitting room door opened, and Yu Hengxian came out wearing the navy blue shirt.

He Mengyao's eyes lit up. The dress had a good cut, and Yu Heng's shoulders could carry it off well.

She walked over and straightened her collar: "It looks good."

Shen Yueling pursed her lips; she wasn't unattractive, but she didn't want to admit it.

Yu Heng then changed into the shirt that Shen Yueling had picked out.

Blue cotton, fits well but not flashy.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Yu Heng turned to Bai Xinran and asked, "Ah Ling, what do you think?"

Bai Xinran didn't expect her master to ask her. She looked at the two pieces of clothing and whispered, "They...they both look good."

"Just going through the motions," Yu Heng chuckled.

Zhou Mengqi interjected, "How about we buy both?"

He Mengyao: "No need, just buy the good stuff."

Shen Yueling: "If you like it, just buy it. It's not like you're short of money."

Yu Heng changed back into his own clothes and handed both shirts to the shop assistant: "Wrap them up."

The shop assistant took the clothes and went to pack them up. Yu Heng took out his phone to scan the QR code and pay.

Shen Yueling glanced at He Mengyao, who pursed her lips and turned her face away.

-

We had hot pot for lunch.

Five people sat at a table for six.

Yu Heng naturally sat in the middle, with Shen Yueling on his left and the right side empty. He Mengyao sat down to Yu Heng's right without thinking.

Shen Yueling paused as she watched He Mengyao sit down to Yu Heng's right.

Yu Heng picked up the pencil on the table and began to sketch on the menu.

"Want some tripe? And shrimp paste?" he asked without looking up.

"Yes." Zhou Mengqi leaned over to take a look.

"Give me more beef rolls," Shen Yueling said.

Yu Heng hooked the hook, then looked down again: "Where's the bottom of the pot? A half-and-half?"

"Sure," Zhou Mengqi said. "I eat spicy food."

"I eat spicy food too." Shen Yueling glanced at He Mengyao. "What about A-Ling? What kind of hot pot base do you want?"

Bai Xinran was carefully wiping the dishes in front of her with a tissue: "I'm fine with anything."

"Then let's have a half-and-half." Yu Heng ticked a box on the menu. "One mushroom broth, one spicy broth. How spicy? Medium?"

"Okay!" Shen Yueling said.

"Mildly spicy, please," He Mengyao said at the same time, looking at Yu Heng: "Don't you know you have a sensitive stomach? You're eating medium spicy, you'll feel awful again tonight."

Shen Yueling was taken aback.

How come she didn't know that Yu Heng had a stomach problem?

"Really?" Shen Yueling raised her eyes, looking directly at He Mengyao. "I haven't heard him mention this before, Yu Heng. When did you develop this habit?"

The question was posed to Yu Heng, but his gaze remained fixed on He Mengyao's face, carrying a hint of inquiry and a subtle provocation.

Yu Heng was selecting vegetables when he heard this and paused.

My stomach problems really started getting worse in college. When I first started dating He Mengyao, we ate hot pot together, and I got stomach upset twice, which is why she remembered me.

In my previous life, after marrying He Mengyao, she did indeed manage my daily life very meticulously. She usually cooked all the meals. Although He Mengyao loved spicy food, she rarely or never added chili peppers when cooking.

"My sleep schedule and diet have been a bit messed up since I started college," Yu Heng said casually. He glanced at He Mengyao, twitched his lips, ignored her little bit of smugness, crossed out "spicy" in the spiciness section, and changed it to "mild." "Then let's make it mild."

To Shen Yueling, these words sounded like confirmation of some kind of bias.

A surge of anger welled up inside her, but she smiled and pushed the menu toward He Mengyao: "You're quite thoughtful. Let's see if there's anything else we should be careful about. Tell us if there's anything else about Yu Heng that we don't know about, so we don't accidentally order the wrong thing."

Bai Xinran stopped wiping the bowl and quietly raised her eyelashes to look at Shen Yueling.

Zhou Mengqi's eyes lit up even more, glancing back and forth between Shen Yueling and He Mengyao, almost as if she was about to grab a handful of sunflower seeds.