Du Yu smiled. He already had a pretty good idea of what was going on.
"A phone? You misheard me. I didn't ask, 'Is your phone charged?' I asked, 'Have you ordered roast chicken?'"
Xiao Nian's expression grew complicated. Flustered, she picked up her wooden bowl and took a sip of water. "Oh... y-you want roast chicken? I... I'll order another one for you."
"No need. I just feel that 'roast chicken' isn't something ordinary people know about. Anyone who knows about 'roast chicken' definitely isn't ordinary," Du Yu said meaningfully.
With that, everything seemed to fall into place. Xiao Nian didn't belong here. Like him, she had descended into this world.
No wonder she had laughed when he said "Bicycle Turns into a Motorcycle," or when she heard "menu." No wonder she used words like "crime" and "prosecution."
If someone from the future wanted to live in ancient times, no matter how convincing their performance was, cracks were bound to show.
But then again, was Xiao Nian really one of the Seven Outstanding Disciples of the Sage?
She was a mortal whom any normal man could easily overpower, and her acting wasn't particularly good either. He had spotted cracks in just two days.
Du Yu couldn't help asking himself whether he would send someone like her to assassinate him if he were the Sage.
Has my future self gone senile?
As things stood, this girl posed no threat to him whatsoever.
"Little Du, you really don't speak clearly enough. I heard 'Hand Chicken.' I was just about to ask what kind of chicken a 'Hand Chicken' was," Xie Bi'an said with a laugh.
Hearing Xie Bi'an speak, Du Yu immediately pulled himself out of his thoughts, glanced at him, and smiled.
Soon, the waiter brought over all kinds of