"It's too salty, I want to take it lightly."

  Yu Zhou burst into laughter instantly.

  The waiter felt the teenager's resentment and touched his nose, worried that the teenager would have a bad impression of the hotel.

They still understand the star effect. At this time, the boy was in the restaurant, and many people rushed to see him. There were fans who ordered the same meals as the boy.

  The boy is from Jiangcheng, where the taste is generally lighter, and everyone here has a heavier taste. The boy doesn’t like this meal, and if he complains about it, I’m afraid the fans will stop coming!

  The waiter talked to the manager and gave the boy a light soup.

   "Excuse me." A boy walked to Shu Cheng's table and asked, "Are you Shu Cheng?"

  The boy has blond hair and blue eyes, typical western facial features, and fluent Mandarin. If he doesn't look at his face, he thinks he is an authentic Z national.

   Shu Cheng raised her eyelids and took a sip of soup.

   "I recognize you." The blond boy raised his head proudly, "I came to Country Z to find you."

  "I think I should introduce myself." The boy smiled with eight teeth, "It's nice to meet you, my name is Oliver Gross, and I come from country y."

   Shu Cheng ate the meal calmly, as if she didn't know that there was a boy standing beside him who was talking.

  Yu Zhou saw that there was nothing to do with him, and he didn't expect to say anything, but his eyes caught a little interest.

  Oliver Gross, seventeen years old, a genius teenager recognized as excellent in singing and writing in the country, proficient in various musical instruments, composing and composing comparable to the top singers and composers in the country.

   "Oh," the boy is still chirping, "I see, this is what people in country Z often call ‘lack of food’, right?"

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips while drinking the soup made a wicked smile. Child, I really just don't want to care about you.

   "Hmm..." Oliver Gross patted his head, "In Country Z, it seems impolite to talk to you like this?"

  Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

  Yu Zhou ate silently without talking.

   Just when both of them thought Oliver Gross would leave without speaking, Oliver Gross took the place next to them.

   "What I do with you shouldn't affect yours, right?" Oliver Gross thought seriously, "I don't talk too much, it won't affect you!"

  Yu Zhou: "..." Is this face made of the same material as Shu Cheng?

   Shu Cheng: "..." This skin is made of the same texture as Yu Zhou, right?

  Oliver Gross’s blue eyes looked at the two people who were eating silently, and muttered: "Country Z is really troublesome, I can’t make any noise even I eat..."

   Shu Cheng: "..." This is the legendary musical genius Oliver Gross?

  Yu Zhou's mouth twitched slightly, maybe...

  ……

  After a meal, the atmosphere on the table is very strange. Shu Cheng moves gracefully and wipes his mouth with a tissue.

  "Who is going to checkout?" Yu Zhou ignored Oliver Gross and asked Shu Cheng.

   Shu Cheng took out the dice from his pocket, a wicked smile flashed in his eyes: "Let’s roll the dice and decide, I’ll buy a pair, how about you?"

  Yu Zhou raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes: "Since you bought a pair, then I have to pay the bill!"

   does not seem silly... Before the four words were spoken, Yu Zhou discovered something was wrong.

  The next moment, the young boy’s lazy voice sounded.

   "Okay, you go."