Jing Zhichen choked and gave her a completely unexpected answer:

"This thing... has a quota and not everyone can use it, so it is not sold on the market."

Qin Xin: "How to get the quota?"

Jing Zhichen: "Become a mentor, or... inherit the family heritage."

"Puff." Qin Xin almost sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

Is this world too advanced or too backward?

A bunch of powerful psychics.

Even admission is such a cruel supernatural test.

The people on duty at the school gate are all high-IQ robots.

But, to buy a mobile phone, you have to inherit the legacy of your ancestors??? Having a mobile phone has become a supreme privilege?

If Ao Xinghao, Song Anjing and the others knew about this, they would be afraid that they would die of laughter.

Jing Zhichen continued to explain helplessly: "After all, the primary task of psychics is to increase spiritual power and cultivate psychics. Too many electronic devices will interfere with psychics' cultivation and distract them, so the rules prohibit people from having mobile phones in general."

Qin Xin: “…”

So, "ordinary people" like her still like the world of ordinary people.

It turns out that there is no harm without comparison. She never felt that the world she once lived in was so gorgeous and free, extremely precious. The empire never restricted the people from having anything legal and not harming others!

Seeing Qin Xin's disagreement, Jing Zhichen handed over his phone: "Miss Blue, if you need it, use mine at any time."

Qin Xin: "Let's say... let's have a meal first."

The Qingtuan has brought them the first portion of food.

It was a cage of jade steamed dumplings, exquisite and beautiful.

Qin Xin was also a little hungry, so she took the initiative to pick up a piece to eat.

But, looking at such a beautiful steamed dumpling, it tastes very light.

Well, there is a chef in this world who is worse than her cooking skills?

However, Qin Xin was still very polite and adhered to the principle of not wasting food, and ate it in small sips.

The second dish.

Golden silk bitter melon soup.

The third dish.

Steamed pumpkin with mushrooms.

The fourth dish.

Tofu stewed with kombu.

Qin Xin: "..."Is this a vegetarian restaurant???

However, the food placing is really exquisite. If it is in the imperial capital, it may be a five-star placing level - of course it tastes one star at most.

"The food in the canteen is quite unique." She took a deep breath and buried her head in the meal.

I silently recited it ten thousand times in my heart: I can't compare the chef here with Mr. Nalan and Master Rabbit. If you compare it, it will be very hurtful.

Seeing that she had eaten, Jing Zhichen breathed a sigh of relief. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly. His movements and behavior were gentle and skillful, as if these dishes were what he usually used to eating.

The Qingtuan Shutong next to him kept twitching when he heard Qin Xin's comment: Miss Lan, you don't know, this was something our young master worked tirelessly and asked our Jing family's chef to make it from all over the place. Of course, it was unique and delicious.

If there is only green vegetables and tofu soup in the cafeteria, you will definitely not be able to stand it.

There is also this quiet and elegant environment, which was specially explained by our young master to clear the canteen.

Forget it, the young master didn't let me say it... I'm so suffocating.

==

The imperial capital. Late at night.

Nalan Yejue suddenly woke up from his sleep again!

This time, he was in the study room and did not fall asleep beside him.

But Qin Xin appeared in his dream.

In the dream, she called him a cell phone over and over again, but he couldn't get it...

Cold sweat covered her forehead with a thin layer.

He was in the quiet air, and the sound of his deep breathing was clearly audible: she needed him, and she must need him very much now!

A decision must be made.

He stood up suddenly.
Chapter completed!