I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

“Wow, that’s a hunk! I’ve never seen a guy look this good with just a white shirt and black dress pants.”

“Oh my, such long legs. I can’t resist such legs. Is he a newly-debuted artist? He’s so dashing.”

“The skinny guy next to him ain’t half bad too. His boyish good looks are my favorite.”

“The lady with them is so pretty too. Her facial structure and complexion are so nice. She’s practically glowing. I can’t even see any pores on her glamorous skin!”

“What kind of godly aesthetic is this. Move along, don’t block me from taking a photo of them.”

“All I want to know is, who is that girl! Why is she surrounded by those hunks!”

Qian Mianmian had absolutely no idea that she was being targeted by everyone.

As she walked, she held onto Mo Yesi and Qiao Chen and discussed the food she wanted to eat.

When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant, the familiar scent of butter stimulated her appetite.

“I’m going to order three portions of their signature tripes and three portions of their beef slices. I’m going to have my fill today! This place is famous for its duck blood, coriander meatballs, and specialty black tofu. Wow, I can’t wait to eat it all!”

As Qiao Chen listened, his mouth began to water as well. He noticed that Qiao Mianmian looked particularly greedy and gently reminded her. “Sis, be aware of your actions. Brother-in-law is looking at you.”

Qiao Mianmian remembered that she hadn’t asked Mo Yesi for his opinion.

She was only focused on her discussion with Qiao Chen and went to the hot pot restaurant after that.

In the entire period, Mo Yesi didn’t voice his opinion, and Qian Mianmian wasn’t even aware if he liked hot pot.

“Mo Yesi, do you like hot pot?” Qiao Mianmian asked as she felt obliged to seek his opinion on the matter.

Mo Yesi took a look at her and replied, “Yes.”

“That’s great,” Qiao Mianmian replied enthusiastically. “Let’s quickly enter. It gets crowded here at night, and we might not even get a seat. This shop’s hot pot is the most authentic that I’ve ever tried. I’m sure you will like it.”

Qiao Mianmian took pride in her food recommendations.

She had already tried close to thirty hot pot stores before coming across this particular one.

She had brought Jiang Luoli here once, and she was blown away by the food.

The strong smell of chili and peppercorn came from the shop. This was a pleasant smell for Qiao Mianmian, who loved hot pot. But it wasn’t the same for Mo Yesi, as he wasn’t a fan of spicy food.

But as he looked at Qiao Mianmian’s excited expression, he couldn’t bring himself to object to the choice.

She would be really upset if he told her that he didn’t like hot pot at all.

…

When they reached the hot pot store, the main lobby was already filled with people. There were at least a hundred people in the queue.

Qiao Chen frowned as he saw this and whispered to Qiao Mianmian, “Sis, it’s going to be a long wait. Why don’t we head to another store?”

Qiao Mianmian saw the huge crowd and grumbled. “The other stores aren’t as good as this. I think we should wait for a while since we’re already here. Maybe a huge number of people will finish their meals all at the same time and we won’t have to wait that long.”