Soon, the tea house served so dim sum and their signature dishes.
"Co sit." Sylvan Cheney pulled out a chair for her, setting up chopsticks and napkins.
"Why bring to a tea house? I want to eat at." Jasmine Yale patted her stomach, huffing, "This is a ti when I need nutrition, I have to eat at."
"All you know is eating at?"
"Hmm, isn’t that fine?"
"No, I love at too." Saying this, Sylvan gave her a aningful glance, yet his actions were exceedingly graceful, gentlemanly, with a teasing charisma.
Jasmine felt sothing was off but couldn’t pinpoint what.
Under the lights, she glanced at Sylvan twice, his clean shirt unwrinkled, looking handso and appealing.
"What kind of tea do you like?" Sylvan glanced at the nu, "Do you like fruit tea?"
"What’s their signature tea here?"
"Aged Pu’er, but it’s not suitable for you to drink; you can try it after you’ve had the baby."
"Will you still be by my side after I have the baby?"
"Then where else would I be, inexplicably," Sylvan gave her a sideways look, "Their date tea here is also good; should I order it for you?"
"Sure, as you like, I’m not picky." Jasmine rested her hands under her chin, smiling at him sweetly, eyes filled with gentle warmth that spread from her heart, enveloping her whole, like a light spring breeze.
"Being picky is a noble quality."
"..." Jasmine rolled her eyes at him, clearly thinking it’s a bad habit.
Sylvan, with his head down, ordered a few more dishes for her.
"It’s better to have sothing light for dinner." Sylvan remarked.
"You still prefer coming to Chinese restaurants."
"Mm." Sylvan responded mildly.
Soon, he had placed the order for her. After cramming a few days, he now fully understood what a pregnant woman could and couldn’t eat.
He had a good mory; he rembered it all by heart.
Jasmine looked delighted, sotis giggling at him, sotis smiling while touching her belly, in his eyes, she seed like a happy-go-lucky girl from a village.
Yet he liked the way she smiled.
Every ti she smiled, he felt an unusual sensation itched from within his chest, a feeling quite familiar, as if he had experienced it before.
Her smile was infectious, raising his spirits as well.
"You’ve been looking at for a while." Sylvan closed the nu and looked at her, "What exactly are you looking at?"
"Who’s looking at you." Jasmine lowered her head, "It’s not like I don’t know you."
"Eat so dishes first; there’ll be more later." Sylvan picked up a mini custard bun for her with chopsticks, "Try this, its flavor is pretty good."
The light gently illuminated, making Jasmine’s fair face look as if it was covered with a layer of soft yellow sunset.
The private room wasn’t too hot or cold, full of a cozy atmosphere.
Jasmine picked it up, took a bite, and indeed, it was brimming with creamy fragrance, tasting very authentic.
Her brows and eyes curved like crescent moons.
"CEO, is this... considered a date?"
"What do you think it is?"
"Hmm..." Jasmine pondered for a mont, "I think... it’s you single-handedly pursuing ."
"Jasmine Yale!" Sylvan yelled, his eyes faintly lit with red fury.
"What are you shouting for? If you keep this up, you’ll scare my baby." Jasmine patted her stomach, glaring at him.
"You’re really too much, pushing it too far."
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