Cheng Yu spoke up. "If Brother Jie and Mei don't mind the paparazzi taking pictures and letting us newcomers ride your coattails."
Ouyang Jie realized that Cheng Yu's words were truly sharp. The key was that, despite the sharpness, he somehow made people feel flattered, as though he had condescended to praise them. Ouyang Jie did not even know if he had some sort of masochistic streak. Cheng Yu's attitude was clearly not good at all, yet he was actually quite happy to hear it. "We're all from the same company. As your senior, it's only natural for me to look after my juniors."
Cheng Yu glanced at Tang Ning and his two teammates. Seeing that none of them objected, he nodded. "Then I'll gladly accept."
Mei smiled and chimed in, "I know a Sichuan-style hotpot place near the company with great food and excellent privacy. Why don't we go there?" She remembered that Tang Ning was from Sichuan and Chongqing and especially good with spicy food. She could not go without spice in any meal.
Tang Ning smiled. "A-Yu can't eat spicy food. Let's find a private restaurant instead."
Cheng Yu said, "It's fine. We can order a divided pot."
Mei glanced at the expressionless Cheng Yu and praised him with a smile. "Singers really shouldn't eat too much stimulating food. I was careless. I didn't expect Second Young Master to be so conscious of what it takes to be a singer."
However, Cheng Yu had simply lived with his maternal grandparents since childhood, so his dietary preferences were rather light. Later, Cheng Kaiyun and his wife had kicked him off to F Country to study abroad, and he had never really gotten used to spicy food.
Cheng Yu could not be bothered to explain himself to Mei. He