My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 285

In the night market, the shops and restaurants were all brightly lit, and there were many old-schoolbillboards shining above their heads.There were also many sidewalk snack booths, in front of which, there was a local chef frying seafoodin a big black pot.It was still very lively on the streets in the cold winter.The neon lights around the streets were shining brightly, and the crowds were surging.The smell of stir-frying wafted in.Christina looked around curiously.Probably because of her outstanding appearance and her strange clothes tonight, the diners wouldlook at her when she passed by several stalls.“Beauty, are you interested in trying my special dishes? I guarantee that you will like it.”All of a sudden, the owner of a restaurant called out to her with a smile.She stopped and turnedaround to follow the voice.She saw the middle-aged owner with a big belly smiling kindly.It was said that fat chefs usually cook better.So she nodded.The tables and chairs were all open on the street, making it more comfortable than dining in theluxurious restaurants.The seats around were all occupied.Everyone enjoyed their meals and was at ease.Several men at one table were talking about something and they laughed while eating.She stared atthem for a long time.It was not until they turned around to look at her that she realized it impolite and immediatelyturned around awkwardly."Have you ever been to a stall before?” The owner came over with a menu."Our food and kitchen wares are all clean and up to standard.But still, it is not like dining in aluxurious restaurant.There’s no need to worry about food safety, the most important thing in life isto enjoy delicious food.”She blushed and felt a little embarrassed at his words.She couldn't speak the local dialect and wasunable to understand many of it.But she could guess that he had asked her if she had ever been to a stall.In fact, she had been to one before.At that time, she had just left the Dickens family.Back then, she was very poor, but the new environment was novel to her.The reason why she looked at the men just now was that she suddenly thought that people likePatrick Hopkins would definitely not eat like that in public, and they even rarely laughed.“What a total of some?”The owner's voice interrupted her thoughts.Her eyes widened slightly.She was a little nervous and embarrassed because she really didn't know what he was talking about.He, who was already seen many customers like her, smiled gently and pointed to the suit jacket shewas wearing."Did you come here with your boyfriend?” Then he drew out two fingers.“Two people?”She subconsciously lowered her head and looked at the man's suit jacket she was wearing.It's fromCharles.“Yes, two.I'm with a friend, he will come over later.” She said so in Mandarin.The owner was a very cheerful and humorous man.At first, he was worried that she would speak English, then he wouldn't be able to handle it.It was a famous night market in the H City, so there were often many foreigners.He immediatelywanted to show up that he could speak Mandarin.He patted his chest and said to her with anhonest smile, “No problem.”It was funny when people in the H City spoke Mandarin.So she couldn’t help but laugh.He blushed and then asked a waiter to clean up a table for her.She took the menu gratefully.She could recognize the words on it.So she quickly picked out a fewdishes and a specialty.Then she just sat there and waitedIt would be Christmas next week.Now the night wind in December was blowing, and the crowd wasbustling.However, she still felt a chill and shrank her neck.Since the last time, her health had become much worse."Why Charles isn't here? It's been so long.”She complained in a low voice.Then she tightened her suit jacket and turned to look to the left.Shefrowned, not sure if it was just an illusion.She always felt that there was someone gazing at her, butshe looked carefully for a long time and did not see Charles.There were not many people passing by, only a black Ferrari parked under the streetlights.

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