Woman In Irish Linen Shirt - Chapter 140

“Is this the way?” Miss Pan De asked.

I nodded: “It’s not a very delicate restaurant, it’s actually only about this wide.” I gestured.

“In the food court?”

“Yeah.” I looked at her.

She didn’t know if it was a forced pretense, or if she really didn’t mind, she just smiled and said, “Now I know why you are preventing me from wearing this.”

“And it’s even an open food court.” I smiled, “Regret it? We can go to another place at any time. I have a few options.”

“I don’t want to miss the food that can satisfy your taste buds.” She walked in front of me a little bit, paused, and waited for me again, “Maybe let you go ahead.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“Beach Road.” As if to divert the subject, Miss Pan De read the street sign, looking as usual-I dare say she was pretending-and asked, “How do you say’Beach Road’ in Mandarin?”

When I was about to open my mouth, she raised her hand again: “Don’t say anything.”

I took a breath in silence.

She is happy.

It can be seen that Miss Pande is trying to describe the “beach”, frowning and thinking hard, and trying to hold something in her hand. It reminds me of myself who is trying to distinguish the part of speech in German. I checked the catalog of her textbooks, and I was pretty sure that the words related to “sea” would only appear in the next issue of the third volume. She is still far away from there-maybe she could say something like “waterside”?

But it also doesn’t make much sense.

Because this road is called “美芝路” in Chinese.

While Miss Pan De was thinking about it, I took her to the left while hesitating to praise her. The praiser must also pay attention to skills. A child can’t praise it, not to mention that she is already an adult. I can’t help but seem superficial and careless.

However, my understanding of the difficulties of learning Chinese is quite limited. Her current level is not as good as that of a two-year-old, and she is still enthusiastically singing digital songs that are “popular” and “everyone in the forum can sing”. It is really challenging to focus on accurate compliments.

Miss Pan De touched the back of my hand: “How do you say’Beach Road’?”

Her expression made my heart melt.

I wanted to touch her face, but through the mask, it would inevitably look strange to make such an action, so I raised my hand just gently brushing the hair near her ear and said, “It’s’Beach Road’.”

She repeated: “Beauty.”

I quickly added: “‘Beizhi’ does not mean beach. Beach is another pronunciation. I think it should appear in your textbook soon.”

“Then what is’Beauty’?”

I thought about it, and found that I didn’t know how to say Ganoderma lucidum, nor could I tell whether the “Zhi” in the “Zhi Lan Room” was Angelica dahurica or some other vanilla. But I’m pretty sure this is a transliterated name, and I said: “Maybe in Hokkien or Cantonese, the homonym of’beach’ is pronounced like this. The Chinese character means’beautiful cheese’.”

She showed the strange, hesitant expression again, and said: “Well,’Beautiful Cheese’ sounds like a very creative and impactful name.”

“Okay.” I sighed, “I don’t know why it is called this.”

Miss Pan De suddenly laughed.

I have long forgotten that I was still teasing her in my heart. First I laughed at her for not knowing the way, and then was puzzled by her music taste. At this moment, it was completely reduced to the material for her laughter. Thinking that this smile was for me, I was less embarrassed for no reason, and said, “What makes you so happy?”

“You know.” She moved her eyebrows and moved forward.

I tilted my head towards the entrance of the food pavilion on the left: “Go here, my lady.”

She turned a 90-degree turn lightly, with extremely natural movements, pretending to be familiar with the road.

It’s too early, we have a table of guests now. The chicken rice stall is next to the stall selling drinks. The prices here are much lower than the food courts around her and me. The price of a large glass of freshly squeezed juice is only one-third of hers. With curiosity in her eyes, Miss Pan De quietly looked at the playing cards set aside by the store and lacquered with Chinese characters in red lacquer, as well as rice buckets with some braised flavor on the sides of the cards.

When I paid the money, she whispered: “Yao, are your Chinese characters beautifully written?”

I laughed blankly: “It’s okay.”

“What about this?” She lowered her voice and gave the card a look.

“This kind of handwriting can observe the proficiency of the writer for Chinese characters, but from an aesthetic standpoint, I would say that there is still room for improvement.”

Miss Pan De took off her mask and curled her mouth. She was obviously dissatisfied with my implicit evaluation, but she could not be critical. She is always cute when she does this kind of childish action, which makes me feel aftertaste for a long time.

I asked: “Have you never practiced calligraphy when you were learning Japanese?”

She shook her head.

The chicken is now chopped.

I am waiting for Miss Pande to take the first bite. I asked for the takeaway package. She opened the oil paper and saw the plain light brown rice grains and plain white chicken stacked on top of it, which seemed a bit surprised. The Hainanese chicken rice sold in restaurants is usually accompanied by some fancy things. After all, this is a traditional cuisine of Nanyang Chinese. The selling points of each old store are different. Many of the store’s signatures are chicken, and some are accompanied by chicken rice. Some refreshing vegetables.

I saw that she was holding the disposable plastic spoon and couldn’t start, and said: “The sauce is a bit spicy, maybe you can consider trying the rice first.”

Miss Pan De acted as she said, staring at me, and with some warnings and a little flirting, she put half of the spoon into her mouth.

She opened her eyes wide, looked at me, and took another spoonful.

I laughed and said while she was eating: “It’s not an orthodox concept, but I always think that the essence of chicken rice is rice. The choice of rice is a big difficulty, and the balance of taste and weight is also very important. Some The store will use full and large grains of rice. I think it should be-er, japonica rice. “I don’t know how to say “Japonica rice” in English. I simply used Chinese, but she didn’t seem to notice the foreign language words that suddenly came in. , “With the heavier flavor, in turn, the rice fragrant and the wonderful elastic feedback that the teeth get when chewing rice…”

She nodded. With just a few words, Miss Pan De’s chicken rice has lost a whole corner.

This is normal. I come here by myself. I usually buy three, two in the store, and just carry one. However, seeing her like it so much, I still feel the satisfaction of borrowing flowers to offer Buddha.

The boss who can make such delicious chicken rice should have a very happy day, right?

“Chicken is of course also a difficult point. I don’t know the situation in India, but have you found that American organic chicken tastes really good?” I continued, “I have been to all the famous chicken rice restaurants here— In fact, SCC’s chicken rice is also well-known, but if you didn’t take me there, I’m afraid I wouldn’t have the chance to enter such a club-anyway, if you are a person who has high meat quality requirements and a picky tongue, It should be easy to detect the fishy smell in the chicken in this way.

“The chicken in this store has almost no such problem, and because of the special sauce and rich rice, it is really difficult to judge what quality chicken is used. From the cost point of view, I would say that this is a superb The vivid expression of cooking, because the quality of the ingredients is invisibly dissipated in cooking.”

Miss Pan De raised her head: “When can we eat SCC’s chicken rice, as long as you are free.”

I took a breath: “Did you hear what I just said?”

“I know, you said it’s delicious.” Miss Pan De gave another spoonful of rice to her mouth. Her rice has been lost by half, but the chicken has only moved two pieces. “Why don’t you start eating?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, paused for several seconds, and said, “Once I start, I may not have time to speak.”

Miss Pande settled her lunch very quickly. I proposed a second one, but she looked very entangled. She was in a dilemma for a long time, her eyebrows were twisted, and finally she said: “I really want to have one, but no. I can’t eat too much complex carbohydrate. Or something salty.”

“I can understand.” I confirmed whether she needed extra drinks, then got up and bought myself a second chicken rice.

For some reason, I feel Miss Pan De’s eyes look at me with a little bit of sadness and hatred.

But she can’t hate me.

I comfortably opened the oiled paper covering the chicken rice.

“Speaking of which, before the implementation of the’Circuit Breaker’, I suggested when we can go to SCC for afternoon tea.” Miss Pan De hugged her arm, “Why have you never asked me?”

I put the spoon down: “I thought you were just mentioning it casually. You know, our personal contacts were limited at the time, and there was really an overly…overly tense atmosphere in our work contacts.”

She frowned: “I drove to your house to pick you up, meet you alone, play basketball together, and have dinner together!”

I pursed my mouth.

It’s over, the response is slow.

Miss Pan De glanced at me: “So you asked me to get information.”

“Hmm…” I dragged my voice.

“Forget it, I’m not surprised anyway.” She put a hand on her hairline and brought the broken hair back. “Seriously, it is indeed a good place to relax. Maybe which weekend?”

“Of course.” I said quickly, with my sincerest smile when I spoke, “I am always willing to share my weekend time with you.”

Miss Pan De squinted her eyes, she didn’t blame too much, she seemed to forgive me.

At this time, a bird with a black feather and yellow beak jumped onto the table next door. This is very common for food pavilions that are not fully enclosed and surrounded by greenery. I didn’t take it seriously.

The person across the table suddenly raised his hand, his muscles and skin were tight, and he immediately stood up, two meters away from me.

I have a new discovery: Miss Pan De is afraid of birds.