“You know I practically lived on the stuff, right” I informed him.
“Meaning?”
“I could recite the menu from heart,” I said, making him chuckle before spinning my chair around to face him and leaning in, caging his hands at the counter either side of me, his phone still there now held out of view.
“Alright, cocky girl, what number is a sweet and sour chicken?” he asked, glancing to his phone as I laughed.
“Oh please, it’s thirty-five, now stop being a pussy and give me a hard one,” I teased, making his eyes widen before the biggest grin deepened and again, I had to remind myself to keep breathing.
“Okay, asparagus sauteed with garlic?” he asked after scrolling down the menu on his phone, his eyes leaving mine for a few seconds to do so.
“Eighty-three,” I answered without even needing to think about it. His eyes widened in surprised before hitting me with two more.
“Soy glazed Cantonese salmon steak, with a side of Steamed Bao Buns?”
“Twenty, and sides aren’t numbered but it is third down the list,” I answered, making his lips twitch as he had tried to catch me out.
“Wonton noodle soup?”
“Oh please, that’s an easy one, ninety-two.”
He smirked down at me, as if he was enjoying this game, then he went back to his phone and the second he smiled, I could tell he had found what he thought was a hard one. Which was when he leaned down close and whispered in my ear, each word perfectly clear.
“Dong Gu Lap Cheong Jing Gai.”
I chuckled at this one, because I knew he thought he had got me, seeing as not many people would order it over the others he had mentioned. Which was why I turned my head, and whispered back,
“Thirty-eight.”To which he pulled back slowly, his expression shocked, whereas mine was downright cocky.
“Gotta be honest, Peaches, never once thought a Chinese menu would be such a fucking turn on.”
I blushed and before I could respond, Victor was back.
“I think we just found our girl’s secret addiction.”
“Yeah, what’s that? And how do I eradicate it from the planet so as to take its place?” Once more, this left me blushing, whereas his brother chuckled.
“Chinese food, as she knows this menu by heart.”
Victor’s lips lifted at one side as he walked closer to us.
“Is that right?” he asked in a tone that said he knew something his brother didn’t, making me wonder if the gig was up.
“Sure as shit she does,” Tal replied.
“And did you ask her why she knows it so well?” he asked in a knowing tone.
“Said she used to eat there all the time.”
Victor took his brother’s phone and scanned through it before looking back to me.
“So, you have tried everything on the menu?” he asked.
“Yep, sure have, nothing I didn’t like,” I said and of course, I lied.
“What, even pan-fried lotus root pork patties and stuffed tofu skin wraps?” he tested, making me roll my lips inwards before commenting,
“Uh huh… yup. Yummy.” Which it wasn’t because I hated tofu with a passion, and anything that had the word root in it was a hard pass for me. At this he smirked and said,
