Chapter 6 — Miss Empty Cup

Phuong Du pushed the menu towards her. "Then choose a dish you like." Ha Tinh bowed her head and looked for a long time, finally pointing to one dish. "This dish." The waiter was stunned. "Miss, this is a side dish, not the main dish." Dieu Kha almost spilled the glass of water. I bowed my head to get a tissue, not laughing out loud. Ha Tinh's ears turned red. "I know. I just ordered this dish first." She immediately pointed to another dish. The waiter politely asked: "How done should the steak be?" Ha Tinh raised her head. "Done well." As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to remember the sentences she had practiced in the dorm, and immediately corrected herself: "No, let it be rare." Phuong Du's eyes changed. The waiter nodded and took note. Ha Tinh held the glass of water, her knuckles turning white with force. She tried to smile. "Lately I don't want to eat too raw." Phuong Du said: "It's okay if you're happy." From the moment I ordered, the meal didn't go well. Initially Ha Tinh wanted to control the entire situation. But the more she wanted to appear natural, the more it seemed like she was trying too hard. When the waitress came to change the fork, she used the dessert fork to cut the bread. Phuong Du mentioned a sentence. She immediately smiled and said: "At home, I'm used to being a bit arbitrary." But her discretion completely did not match the sophistication on her personal page. Dieu Kha sitting next to him became more and more silent. Previously, she used to consider Ha Tinh as someone who belonged to another world. Now that world is like a sheet of paper soaked in water, the corners begin to curl. After the dish was brought out, Ha Tinh's first reaction was not to eat. She held up her phone, taking pictures from left to right. Take a steak. Take a glass of wine. Even the gilded symbol on the edge of the napkin is taken. Phuong Du looked at her. "Didn't you say you often ate at places like this when you were little?" Ha Tinh's hand paused. "What's wrong?" "I see you're very serious about taking photos." She put down the phone, her smile a bit forced. "Girls all like to take pictures." Phuong Du did not continue to expose. But I saw that his enthusiasm had cooled down a lot. Ha Tinh also noticed. So she started saving. She picked up food for Phuong Du. Compliment the beautiful restaurant space. He also deliberately mentioned his family. "My dad is usually too busy, rarely takes me out." "But his eye for places is always very good." Phuong Du asked: "Isn't your dad an investment banker?" Ha Tinh was stunned. "Yes." "In what organization?" The dining table was silent again. Ha Tinh bowed his head to cut the steak. "I don't care much about his work." Phuong Du smiled. "That's right." His smile was not cold. But because he is not cold, it makes others feel even more insecure. Ha Tinh cut the steak for a long time, the knife rubbed against the plate making a harsh sound. The faster she rushed, the more she couldn't cut it. Phuong Du extended his hand to help. It was as if she was touched in a painful place and immediately pulled the plate towards her. "No need." Phuong Du's hand stopped in mid-air. The embarrassing atmosphere was like a wet cloth covering the dining table. At first I didn't want to talk. But Ha Tinh suddenly turned the topic to me. "Don't see him being so quiet today." "Normally he's very powerful in the dorm." I raised my eyes. "Where am I powerful?" Ha Tinh smiled and said: "He's especially frugal, a cup of four-yuan drink can last all day." Phuong Du looked at me. Dieu Kha frowned. I put down the glass of water. "That's right." "I'm not like you." "You're better, you can drink from someone else's cup to live for a week." Ha Tinh's face immediately turned pale. Phuong Du's eyes stopped on her face. "What do you mean?" Ha Tinh immediately smiled. "He was just joking." I also laughed. "Yes, just a joke." "After all, it's just an empty cup, who would

Do you really think?" Phuong Du didn't laugh. He lowered his head to look at the coffee cup on the table. It was the cup Ha Tinh had just specially requested. She hadn't taken a sip yet but had already taken more than twenty photos. For the second half of the meal, Ha Tinh hardly said anything. When paying, Phuong Du went to the cashier. Taking advantage of the moment he left, Ha Tinh immediately lowered her voice to warn me: "Don't be too much." I picked up the bag. "I haven't finished talking yet today." Just one sincere sentence." She stared at me, her eyes both impatient and resentful. When Phuong Du returned, holding the bill in his hand. He glanced at Ha Tinh. "Normally you often go to places like this, you must know that the restaurant's desserts need to be ordered in advance, right?" Ha Tinh's lips moved. Phuong Du folded the bill, her voice very light. "Next time you order."08 On the way back to the dormitory, Ha Tinh walked very quickly. Her high heels clicked on the tile floor, each sound was louder than the last. Dieu Kha walked behind, not daring to say anything. I still had the bread in my hand packed by Phuong Du, so I didn't feel embarrassed to take it.