to gloat. The main reason was to make sure that Little Brother Ye understood the value of the wine. For example, this wine that Ye Shuang had bought. Even if Yao Zhixing sold it to her according to the original price, without counting the delivery fee and customs charges, it would have cost about three thousand. However, if it fell into the hands of people who did not know how to appreciate it, the wine would end up tasting like those that cost less than fifty per bottle.

When people gift wine, it was the common culture to not keep the price tag. It was to save face, so it depended on the gifter’s ability to make introduction. While Ye Shuang listened to Yao Zhixing make the introduction, she studied the bag. Finally, she pointed at the outermost layer of plastic and said, “Do you mind changing into a bag that doesn’t have your restaurant’s logo? We’re gifting this to Uncle Zhou, and if he sees the logo, it’s only going to make him unhappy.”

Yao Zhixing choked, and the rest of the introduction stuck in his throat. He went back to think about it. He had just ended a cooperation with the man. Even though it was a clean business break, gifting his restaurant’s wine to the man so openly could be seen as a challenge, or worse, an insult.

Even though the rational part of his brain could see the problem, Yao Zhixing still felt conflicted.

However, Ye Shuang did not think that she had said anything wrong, so she smiled. “Tolerance goes both way, Brother Yao. I’m very thankful, but this packaging won’t work... I’ll cook you a meal next time as compensation.”

Yao Zhixing was speechless. He waved his hand to have the manager change the packaging. The manager left while wiping his sweat. His adoration of Ye Shuang rose to new heights. This woman sure isn’t afraid of speaking her mind.

After dealing with everything, Little Brother Ye could not take the wine back to his dormitory to keep its temperature, and Ye Shuang did not want to drive him there, so in the end, he had to call a cab to go to the Zhou family home.

Ye Shuang and Yao Zhixing stayed at the restaurant. After a while. Yao Zhixing sighed helplessly. “You have not returned to San Lin City for some time already, how about a race?”

“Is your family allowing you to race?” Ye Shuang raised an eyebrow.

Yao Zhixing smiled and worked his arm. “The bones have completely healed, so why wouldn’t they? For now, I can’t still lift heavy objects, but turning a steering wheel is simple enough.”

Ye Shuang used her hands to touch Yao Zhixing’s arm and shook her head. “Things might not be so simple when the speed is fast. I also can guess that your family probably only allows you to roam freely but still bars you from racing.”

Yao Zhixing pouted and wanted to say something when Ye Shuang smiled and added, “Brother Yao, if you are really interested, then why don’t you call your people and you can sit beside me this time?”

The passenger seat again...

Yao Zhixing sighed. Even though he was not satisfied with this result, thinking about the endless bantering from his family, in the end, he surrendered with a nod. “Fine, passenger seat it is.”

This time, he would practice patience. One day, he would chase this woman to his passenger seat!