Those words instantly piqued Ji Yanzhi's curiosity. He raised an eyebrow. "What method? Let's hear it."
Ji Ting shook his head. "I'm not telling you. Otherwise, it won't work in the future."
"In the future?" Those words suddenly pleased Ji Yanzhi. Suppressing the upward twitch of his lips, he leaned back in his chair. "That concern of yours is unfounded. In the future, whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you."
Ji Ting glanced at him. "Nothing is absolute."
Seeing that he still didn't believe him, Ji Yanzhi said defiantly, "If you don't believe me, ask me something right now. See if I'll tell you."
This scene felt a little familiar, and Ji Ting remembered.
[The last time Ji Yanzhi said something like that, he told me to try him, that he wouldn't get angry. I did, and then he shut me up at home for tutoring.]
Suddenly hearing about his own past stupidity, Ji Yanzhi felt heat surge into his cheeks, and his expression grew awkward.
Just then, Ji Ting slowly spoke. "You really want me to ask?"
Having already given his word, Ji Yanzhi stubbornly refused to back down. "Go ahead."
"Hmm..." Ji Ting thought for a moment. "Did you go to the restroom just now because you didn't want me to notice you'd been crying?"
Ji Yanzhi froze. Two seconds later, he abruptly rose from his chair and strode out with a solemn expression. "Why isn't the food here yet? This won't do. I need to ask the manager myself."
Watching him "flee in panic," Ji Ting withdrew his gaze, a clear trace of amusement flashing through his eyes.
Just as Ji Yanzhi had said, the food at this restaurant was excellent. They nearly finished all three dishes and the soup they had ordered.
Seeing that Ji