I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 17
After getting off from Song Ye Street, Zhao Yunsang followed Fusheng through the third green stone alley.
Surrounded by a human landscape that she had never seen in the two years she had been in Wan City, with a slow style that was out of place in this bustling city, a simple style.
And quiet.
Not the kind of deserted and lonely quiet.
Is a very rich life, and lively and calm, with the taste of fireworks quiet.
Not a spacious stone road on both sides of the brick and red walls of the low buildings, carved doors around the courtyard, the courtyard of a variety of flowers and plants to grow track unrestrainedly scattered.
The autumn sun sprinkled a thin layer of gold powder, trees tall and dense, green shade.
The walls are crawling with soft vine plants.
Dark green and light green and gold, winding and twisting and dropping like natural curtains of fine leaves.
Every house has clothes and sheets drying on the ropes, and bunches of small dried pepper fish are hanging in front of the door.
It was noon and there were no pedestrians on the stone path.
The courtyard doors are open, as if welcoming visitors, the smell of food coming from the house, vaguely cartoons playing.
No longer have the rest of the movement, occasionally can hear the wind rustling through the treetops.
Zhao Yunsang looked around curiously and asked Fusheng for the fourth time, “Where the hell are we going?”
Fusheng was looking down at the work group documents, carelessly perfunctory: “To sell you.”
I thought Zhao Yunsang would stop at this point, but I didn’t know that this one was possessed by a playwright, exaggeratingly covering his chest with both hands and pretending.
“Ah, Erkang, people are so scared oh.”
The tone of voice held very Ziwei.
After checking the document vulnerability problem, Vosun put away the phone, twisted his head up and down to look at her, serious rhetorical questions.
“Fear should not be human traffickers?”
“……”
Shit.
Really? Chat Terminator.
Zhao Yunsang’s face was expressionless and returned to normal.
This person has an amorous and flirtatious scum face, how sex is like sugar-free old popsicle.
The seriousness and lack of emotion.
I don’t know who will be able to hold him down in the future with that unforgivable ascetic energy, hooking him to break his fast.
Zhao girl is still in the daytime YY, the old popsicle next to stop: “Here it is.”
Zhao Yunsang looked up.
It is a Chongqing hot pot restaurant, open at the end of the alley, a long way to smell the store’s soup base material of spicy spicy.
“You want to eat hot pot?”
Zhao Yunsang was surprised. She has a strong taste, and it doesn’t matter what kind of hot pot, but, “If I remember correctly, you can’t seem to eat spicy, right?”
It’s not that I can’t.
It’s not that you can’t eat it.
The second year of high school, a classmate’s birthday, invited a friend to his home for dinner. The classmate’s hometown is in Sichuan and Shu, almost all the table dishes are bright red.
Zhao Yunsang sat next to Fusheng and found that the only thing that made him move his chopsticks the whole time was the plate of steamed sea bass.
Later learned that he had a serious illness when he was a child, the whole month in the filling of Chinese medicine, almost spoiled the stomach.
“……” wanted to say the words to the mouth and swallowed back. Fusheng looked at her, meaning unclear.
Zhao Yunsang also reacted, a weak heart.
Will not know a few years before the classmate’s taste fetish remembered so clearly, indeed quite subtle.
“Ahem, I don’t have any advantages, just a good memory, arts students well.” The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.
“……”
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing.
The meaning in his eyes turned into a deeper meaning.
So Zhao Yunsang again remembered his sophomore year, out of youthful ignorance, what he had done to the Fushicho Department of the nonsense of the ancestors ……
The more vain.
The hand on his shoulder quickly withdrew.
“Not this family.” Fu Sheng finally spoke, chin raised behind her.
Zhao Yunsang turned back.
It turned out there was another store across the street from the hot pot restaurant.
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The two of them walked into the store one after the other.
Zhao Yunsang looked around.
Although the store is small, but simple and clean, tables and chairs decorated with the main color beige and green, elegant and comfortable.
And the whole quiet green stone alley very match.
Customers and waiters but very few.
…… can not be less?
People are a fucking breakfast store.
Zhao Yunsang held it for half a day or not, a tug on Fusheng’s sleeve, watch flipped over to him: “buddy, know what time it is not?”
Fu Sheng looked at her, pulled back his sleeve and asked in a light voice: “Who rules that breakfast stores only sell breakfast?”
“……”
Also.
Zhao Yunsang stood in the empty store, chose a random window seat, pulled out the rattan chair and sat down.
Through the two layers of window glass, she saw the hot pot restaurant across the street steaming with laughter.
The hustle and bustle is someone else’s.
Zhao Yunsang bored chin, the line of sight suddenly hit into a pair of slinky dog eyes.
It was a real dog.
A brown Alaskan dog.
Fluffy hair, big head.
Well-behaved and docile, squatting at the feet of the busy hot pot restaurant owner, the small head turned out the window.
And Zhao Yunsang face to face for a while, Alaska to her tongue, showing a smile.
The heart was biu to the bud, Zhao Yunsang suddenly came to the spirit, excitedly waving to it.
Alaska smiled with a crooked head.
Zhao Yunsang also wanted to get close to the glass window to interact with it across the air, the back cap of the sweater was tugged.
“Don’t get so close.”
After ordering food back to the Fusheng see her are close to the face up, reach out to stop, “there are bacteria.”
“…… Oh.” Zhao Yunsang is still sitting up straight, and his eyes flicker to the hot pot restaurant from time to time.
Fusheng pulled away the rattan chair opposite, and with the other hand pushed the napkin box on the wooden table to her side.
The action is casual.
And skillfully like a habit repeated for a long time.
Zhao Yunsang noticed.
When she thought of the countless times she had eaten with Fusheng in high school, she suddenly felt a bit complicated.
The shopkeeper quickly brought up the ordered rice, two plates, and placed them in front of the two.
Twelve red date sweet baked mai were each delicately arranged in small white porcelain plates, with thin skins and lots of filling, and the sweet, piping hot soup percolated the glutinous rice crust slightly red.
“Enjoy your meal.” The boss’s curious gaze turned around on Zhao Yunsang and quickly withdrew.
“……”
Zhao Yunsang kept her smile.
As soon as the boss left, her ears that were pretending to be good drooped down and she pointed at the plate in disbelief.
“What is this?”
“Don’t recognize it?” Fu Sheng pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube, “Red date sweet roast wheat.”
“……” Nonsense, she is not blind, “I mean, we are both eating this for lunch today?”
Fu Sheng hmmmed and raised his eyes to look at her, “Didn’t you say you like to eat?”
“When did I say I liked it?”
Zhao Yunsang was baffled.
She hadn’t eaten much roasted wheat since she was a child. Glutinous rice beef and buckwheat shrimp were okay, but sweet roast wheat with red dates simply didn’t taste too strange.
Seeing her face confused, Fusheng instead curved the corners of his mouth in a good mood, ground the wood chips burrs off the chopsticks and handed them over.
“Both come, then taste.”
“……”
Zhao Yunsang tried to struggle, “But you said this breakfast place doesn’t only sell breakfast.”
Fu Sheng chucked up a siu mai and asked slowly and rhetorically, “Does it conflict with my desire to eat breakfast?”
“……”
No conflict.
The logic was so tight that she was speechless.
Is it too late to go to the hot pot restaurant across the street?
Why did she stop Vosun.
Should just spice up the dog man.
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Last chapter was short on words, this one makes up for it. Love you guys, chirp chirp ~
