The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me! - Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: Fragrant Kiss (3)

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After the kiss, not only the barrage on the screen but also the several people on site including the production crew, except for Bo Yan, were all in an uproar of astonishment.

She even took down the poster, “How about this?”

The man’s face turned bright red in an instant as he nodded hesitantly.

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Xia Siyu also placed a “TIP” sign in front of the man. He opened his wallet and stuffed ten Euros into her plate.

The smile on Xia Siyu’s face grew even broader, “Thank you for your patronage. Any other requests? If there are, feel free to mention them.”

When she finished speaking, she pushed the “TIP” sign forward a bit more.

Bo Yan’s brow furrowed slightly, and just as he was about to say something, he suddenly saw Xia Siyu next to him, pouting in the direction of another woman, her face full of a greedy look that seemed to say “sell yourself.”

Regardless, the work that Bo Yan and Xia Siyu did today could be considered perfectly accomplished. Not only did they complete the task beyond expectations, but they also received a good amount of tips. Especially the last Chinese couple, who, in addition to taking away all the cakes, left a fifty Euro tip.

After finishing work, they had not yet eaten and were reluctant to spend the hard-earned money from their jobs, so they used the tip money to go to a family-style restaurant.

This restaurant was tucked away in a corner of the small town, difficult to find without someone to lead the way. Xia Siyu navigated the streets and alleys with Bo Yan, going up the stairs behind a building, and quickly arrived at the restaurant.

It was nearly nine o’clock, close to closing time, and the restaurant was small but crowded with people. It was inconvenient for the cameramen to come in, so they had to wait at the entrance.

Xia Siyu and Bo Yan were the last patrons of the evening. The owner was in his sixties or seventies with a full beard and a no-nonsense demeanor. As soon as the menu came, Xia Siyu glanced over it and casually ordered several dishes. When she asked Bo Yan, he said, “You order for me, I haven’t been here, I don’t really know. Just get something different, we can share.”

Thus, Xia Siyu ordered several more dishes. While waiting, Bo Yan pretended to play with his phone but was actually watching her.

She seemed quite relaxed, evidently not just because the camera crew and production team weren’t following them.

Perhaps this had something to do with Sicily, with places she once lived.

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When they were dating in college, he had a heavy workload and also had to work as a teaching assistant for his advisor, handling miscellaneous matters and sometimes even covering classes. They spent very little time together and now that he thought about it, they had never even had a proper candlelit dinner.

The food arrived quickly. There was pasta, seafood soup, a seafood platter and the everyday Sicilian snack of Sicilian rice balls. These so-called Sicilian rice balls were fried rice formed into balls, with the addition of ham, bacon, and tomato sauce inside. Bo Yan noticed that she didn’t eat much of the pasta or seafood but kept eating the Sicilian rice balls with gusto despite their high calories.

Three to an order. Quickly, Xia Siyu finished her share and was eyeing his. Bo Yan gave her a glance, finished his other dishes first, and then without hesitation swallowed one of the rice balls, then another.

Only one was left. He took a sip of his soup and then put down the spoon, elegantly wiping his mouth with a napkin.

When he looked up again, the cheeks of the person across from him were puffed up, and the remaining rice ball had vanished.