Before long, the kitchen sent across several more dishes. Huo Yao unhurriedly folded her assignment and put it aside.

  Only then did Old Mr. Yi notice that Huo Yao was dressed in the No.1 Middle School uniform. He could not help asking her. “Are you studying at the No.1 Middle School?”


  Huo Yao nodded.

  “Miss Huo is a senior this year, so she doesn’t have time for anything else other than school,” explained Zhuo Yun in a deliberate tone.

  Old Mr. Yi suddenly realized why the young lady had rejected his offer so directly. He smiled and said, “I get it. I get it. You’re a senior. Since you’re at the turning point of your life, you should focus on your studies.”


  He paused and said, “I have a grandson studying in No.1 Middle School. I asked him to learn how to make medicinal cuisine from me, but he’s also not interested.”


  “He’s still young and wants to have fun,” said Zhuo Yun with a smile.

  “Exactly,” sighed Old Mr. Yi.

  He glanced at the medicinal dishes on the table and quickly stood up to look at Min Yu and said rather politely, “In that case, I will give you some privacy to finish your food.”


  Min Yu nodded slightly.

  With a smile, Old Mr. Yi left the private room.

  A while later, Zhuo Yun finally looked at Huo Yao and said, “Miss Huo, do you know what kind of opportunity you just passed up?”


  Huo Yao raised her brow and looked at Zhuo Yun without replying to him.

  “Sigh. The Yi family has a very high status in City S. If you can become Old Mr. Yi’s disciple, you and your family can do as you please in City S. Moreover, Old Mr. Yi is a member of Apothecaries’ Association……” said Zhuo Yun before he suddenly shut up when he got to the association.

  He recalled that Huo Yao grew up in a small town, so she probably did not know what the Apothecaries’ Association was.

  In the end, he swallowed the things he was about to say about it and concluded. “Getting connected to the Yi family is nothing but a godsent opportunity.”


  Zhuo Yun further added in a composed manner. “You won’t even have to worry about getting into a good college.”


  “Oh,” said Huo Yao as she shrugged nonchalantly before lowering her head to continue eating.

  Zhuo Yun was dying to see Huo Yao’s look of regret for giving up the opportunity, but she left him speechless, “.……”


  Had he not made himself amply clear?

  Why did Huo Yao have no reaction whatsoever?

  Min Yu glanced at Zhuo Yun indifferently and said, “Just eat.”


  Zhuo Yun rubbed his nose. He felt as though he was the only person who had felt excited by Old Mr. Yi’s offer while neither of them gave a hoot about it.

  *

  After dinner, they left the medicinal cuisine restaurant.

  They had barely walked out of the door, when a waiter came chasing after them to hand Huo Yao a token of Old Mr. Yi’s identity. “Old Mr. Yi wants you to have this.”


  Huo Yao took the box and opened it. There was a custom made identity nameplate inside.

  Min Yu glanced at it. A look of surprise swept across his handsome face. Then he said softly, “Keep it. This card is very useful.”


  Huo Yao raised her brow and looked at Min Yu and she joked. “Can I get a discount on eating here with this?”


  Min Yu twitched his lips. “You can say so.”


  “Okay,” said Huo Yao. She put the card away calmly and told the waiter. “Please thank Old Mr. Yi on my behalf.”


  Zhuo Yun had just brought the car over and got off to help his master with the car door. Their nonchalant words drifted into his ears and left him speechless again, “.……”


  It was Old Mr. Yi’s identity nameplate. How could they call it a discount card?

  Was it them who were crazy, or were Zhuo Yun’s ears playing tricks on him?