Song God And His Little Ancestor - Chapter 30

The lunch place was chosen by Shen Fu, originally, I wanted to have a hot pot with Zhou Zhou, but!

Song Jiahe is here!

Song Jiahe has a cleanliness fetish, Shen Fu has known Song Jiahe for so long, every year when the dinner, Song Jiahe eat very little.

So he figured that Song Jiahe was not willing to eat hot pot, so he decided on a Japanese restaurant.

Xia Xiaoman and Zhou Zhou have no opinion, the choice is the Mori Japanese food, which is a national chain of private Japanese food restaurant.

Card seat for four, Xia Xiaoman opposite is Song Jiahe, Zhou Zhou opposite is Shen Fu.

Shen Fu said ladies first, let them both choose first.

Xia Xiaoman and Zhou Zhou took the menu and then searched for their favorite food.

To be honest, Xia Xiaoman doesn’t like to eat raw food, and so does Zhou Zhou.

The two people intentionally avoided salmon, Arctic shellfish and other things. Instead, Shen Fu took a look and asked – “The salmon of the Mori system is the best, you two do not eat?”

Zhou Zhou narrowed his eyes, “too raw, you want to eat you order ah.”

Xia Xiaoman nodded, then gave the menu to the two teenagers.

While paying attention to what Song Jiahe likes to eat, he picked up the teapot with Xuan Mi tea and started washing the dishes.

This is probably the characteristic of G-city people’s eating, not using water to scald the dishes and chopsticks as if they are not clean.

It was found that he ordered a fresh mushroom udon noodles, and also a sweet shrimp sushi and a corn sushi, not much to order.

Xia Xiaoman found that the taste is still on the sweet side.

After washing the dishes for the three people and then pouring the Xuan Mi tea, Song Jiahe’s index and middle fingers closed and snapped lightly twice on the table and spoke, “Thank you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Xia Xiaoman eyebrows with a smile, Zhou Zhou and Shen Fu chatting about the day, she did not have to disturb. Just asked came close to Song Jiahe and asked him – “Song Jiahe, do you like to eat sweets ah, what you ordered are on the sweet side oh.”

“It’s okay.” Song Jiahe was not very attached to food.

When it came time to eat, Xia Xiaoman found that Song Jiahe was very cultured and split a wave of eyes to Shen Fu and found that he did the same.

She and Zhou Zhou were much more casual, about seeing this scene, Xia Xiaoman felt that Shen Fu could have such a good relationship with Song Jiahe, perhaps because he came from the same circle ba.

This kind of people, too far away, she really have a chance?

The company’s main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.

The way Song Jiahe held his chopsticks, he was very standard.

Xia Xiaoman quietly looked at the way Zhou Zhou and Shen Fu were holding their chopsticks, and then looked at the way she was holding her own chopsticks, and couldn’t help but feel a little discouraged.

So in the back of his mind, he said: “Chopsticks are so hard to use.

When she was little, Xia Xiaoman used a spoon, and her family didn’t force her to use chopsticks, but when she was about seven or eight years old, there were some requirements, but at that time, Xia Xiaoman’s way of grasping chopsticks was wrong, and Xia’s parents didn’t notice.

Later on, it became a pencil grasping style of chopsticks.

Song Jiahe doesn’t seem to like mustard too much, and doesn’t even order more soy sauce; unlike Shen Fu, who pours a lot of mustard and soy sauce, she and Zhou Zhou are fine, not such heavy eaters, although they also love to eat numb and spicy things.

In short, Song Jiahe’s taste is like his people, light and tasteless – but then, like Song Jiahe’s sense of excitement is fully ten.

Xia Xiaoman summarized the trip, found beside Zhou Zhou and Shen Fu buried head binge eating, and occasionally talk two words.

Xia Xiaoman originally ate not much, drank a few cups of xuan rice tea, and ate half a kimchi fatty beef fried rice after can not eat.

After she finished eating, she looked at Song Jiahe, looking straight, as if Song Jiahe owed her money; or maybe she thought he was beautiful.

Song Jiahe was holding a piece of mushroom with chopsticks in his hand, paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at Xia Xiaoman and found that Xia Xiaoman’s gaze first looked at his face, then moved down to stare at the mushroom in his hand.

Song Jiahe was silent for a moment, then spoke, “This store’s fresh mushroom udon noodles are quite delicious, if you want to eat, you can order one.”

That seafood kimchi fried rice or half share with Zhou Zhou Xia Xiaoman, just want to say that she is full, and is now no stomach to eat.

She put her left hand on the table and held her left cheek, then said softly, “I’m full, it’s just that I think you look especially good when you eat.”

“…” Shen Fu, who had listened to an ear at the side, had learned that Xia Xiaoman was really a tart talker, and if he was the one being talked about, he would have abandoned his weapon.

Just a pity, Shen Fu touched his face, forget it, he does not have that face, besides, his aesthetic is Zhou Zhou that kind of girl.

“…”

The roommate of Xia Xiaoman who usually loves to go around and make the young lady smile all over the place, Zhou Zhou, also twitched the corner of her mouth, Manchu is really able to talk.

She really can’t compare, afraid afraid afraid.

Xia Xiaoman is so teasing, Song God still does not surrender.

Sure enough, the gods are emotionless.

The CP, she can’t go on.

Originally Xia Xiaoman thought she would be ruffling the wood, but it turned out that Song Jiahe naturally finished eating the piece of mushroom, and he said – “In your mouth, when was I ever ugly?!”

“Well…” Xia Xiaoman went along with Song Jiahe’s words thinking, “No oh, it’s always looked good.”

This sentence, know a long time later, Xia Xiaoman changed the words, not good-looking, really not good-looking, and a little hideous.

But this one time, no one knows what will happen in the future.

Zhou Zhou played a look with Shen Fu right at that end and started exchanging messages with his cell phone.

[Zhou Zhou, let’s bet on a date].

Shen Fu said first, then raised his eyes to see what Zhou Zhou’s reaction.

She raised her eyebrows and seemed to respond.

The first thing you can do is to bet on how long it will take Song God to take down Brother Man?

Zhou Zhou looked at this sentence sent by Shen Fu, and her fingers subconsciously knocked on the table as she repeatedly pushed the sentence.

What Shen Fu said was – Song God took down Brother Manchu? Instead of – Brother Manchu took down Song God.

[What’s the bet?] Zhou Zhou was piqued, looking at the bet sent by Shen Fu, she lowered her eyes and silently cursed – “Dumbass.”

But there was a smile at the corner of her mouth, just too fast to be noticed by Shen Fu.

It was the perceptive Song Jiahe who noticed it, but he didn’t say anything about it.

It just didn’t take long for Xia Xiaoman to get bored and take out her phone and watch her sisters looking for her.

Wen Simu is studying in Maple Leaf country, a few weeks ago for a project, desperately looking for information, no time to pay attention to her it.

Xia Xiaoman also did not finish talking about things, about the idea of waiting for a free night one day, you can make a phone call to chatter.

But she still pretended to take a picture when Song Jiahe was not paying attention and sent it over.

Song Jiahe naturally noticed, but he did not say anything.

No one noticed that Song Jiahe’s heart was: this shot, probably not very good to see.

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From today onwards, it is 11:00 a.m. a shift, 4:00 p.m. a shift, two shifts a day pull. The life of a single machine is actually nothing la ~ write a good story in hand is the king.