Jiang Xingzhou took Song Ci and went into a store.
As soon as they entered the door, they were greeted by the waiter. Jiang Xingzhou quietly leaned close to Song Ci's ear and whispered, "You can observe now."
Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable with such closeness in public. She blushed, turned her head away slightly, and said "hmm" softly.
Jiang Xingzhou pinched her neck with satisfaction and communicated with the waiter.
The two were then led by the waiter to a seat and sat down. The waiter left after introducing them.
Jiang Xingzhou scanned the code, and the information of the products in the store was displayed. Jiang Xingzhou put his palm on Song Ci's head, who was observing others carefully, and asked her to look at him: "Look, what do you want to eat?"
Song Ci puffed her cheeks, did not refute, and took his hand and asked him to put the phone on the table.
Two people sat side by side, looking at their mobile phone screens.
"Can I order this yuanyang hotpot?"
"It's all right. Just order whatever you like."
Song Ci touched her chin and ordered a pair of dango hotpot soup bases. Then she slowly turned her head to Jiang Xingzhou, staring blankly at his cheek.
Feeling her gaze, Jiang Xingzhou tilted his head and asked her, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me?"
Song Ci said seriously: "Other people's boyfriends will order for their girlfriends, and then the girlfriends will see that they order what they like."
Hearing this, Jiang Xingzhou raised his eyebrows: "So?"
Song Ci blushed again.
"No," she quickly lowered her head and slid up the interface to start ordering food, "I didn't say anything,"
Jiang Xingzhou laughed out of anger. This is not the way to cover up the truth when trying to steal a bell, right
"Then I order?" Jiang Xingzhou pretended to take his cell phone.
"No, no, I'll do it." Song Ci shook his head like a rattle.
Jiang Xingzhou was happy to tease her and acted as if he would not compete with her: "Let me do it."
"I'll do it. Do you want to eat this crispy meat?" She quickly changed the subject.
Jiang Xingzhou then let go of the phone, tilted his head and kissed her earlobe, then watched with satisfaction as her ears began to turn red.
"Do you want some crispy pork..."
Song Ci suppressed her shame and insisted on asking again.
Jiang Xingzhou was in a good mood and nodded: "Yes, why not."
Jiang Xingzhou leaned on the backrest of the semicircular sofa with the attitude of a big boss, looking at Song Ci who was sitting upright in front of him and ordering food obediently with a smile on his face.
After five or six minutes, Song Ci turned around and said shyly, "I'm done ordering."
“So soon?”
Jiang Xingzhou sat up straight, took out his phone and looked at it. In fact, he didn't order much. The payment counter below showed only a hundred or so yuan.
Song Ci watched his every move closely, and when he saw him click on the items in the shopping cart, he quickly asked, "Do you want to add some more?"
Jiang Xingzhou casually ordered a box of meat rolls and clicked to pay: "That's it for now, I'll add more if it's not enough later."
Song Ci nodded hurriedly: "Okay."
After paying the bill, Jiang Xingzhou put his arm around Song Ci and leaned against the backrest together. Song Ci felt a little uncomfortable. She didn't rest her head on his shoulder like she did at home, but leaned on his wrist from a distance.
"Sitting so far away?"
"I, I want to observe others." Song Ci thought this was a very good reason.
Jiang Xingzhou of course knew what she was thinking, so without saying a word, he pulled his hand out and put it around her waist to the other side, hooked his hand, and then used a little force with his wrist to pull her to his side.
"This should be fine, right?"
"Yes, sure."
Song Ci shifted her gaze and looked at a table of people not far away.
There was a table of six students, probably from the same dormitory having a meal together.
They are ordering food, and a lot can be analyzed from their respective sitting postures and actions when ordering food.
While she was analyzing the situation silently in her mind, Jiang Xingzhou suddenly hooked his hand and scratched her waist.
She was ticklish, and she was frightened and immediately pressed Jiang Xingzhou's hand: "Don't tickle."
"Look over there." Jiang Xingzhou leaned close to her ear and reminded her.
"where?"
"The table behind the green plant in the front left."
They are also a couple.
They were very close to each other, and the girl naturally rested her head on the boy's shoulder.
Look at these two...
Um
When did Jiang Xingzhou's face come closer
Just like the plot in a TV drama, when Song Ci turned her head to look at Jiang Xingzhou, because Jiang Xingzhou's face was too close, her lips brushed against his cheek.
Jiang Xingzhou did not step back, but Song Ci just stood there in a daze.
In this way, Song Ci's lips were always pressed on his cheek.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Xingzhou smiled and tilted his head to press his lips against Song Ci's lips, but they separated immediately without lingering for too long.
Song Ci thought to herself that she and Jiang Xingzhou were clearly more like a couple than that couple.
Jiang Xingzhou had already leaned back on the sofa and pinched her nose with his hand in a funny way: "Come back to your senses."
Song Ci stuttered again: "You, you, you..."
"I, I, I what?" Jiang Xingzhou repeated leisurely.
Song Ci clenched her fist and punched him in the chest, stammering, "Still outside..."
"So what happened?" Jiang Xingzhou argued, "It happened unexpectedly, there's nothing I can do."
"But, you... Later on, it was obviously not you, you moved over there by yourself." Song Ci was so ashamed.
"Well, I moved it." His tone was quite annoying, as if to say "What's wrong with what I did?"
Fortunately, the waiter came to serve the food at this time.
Song Ci quickly sat down, patted his cheeks, and watched the waiter serve the dishes seriously, occasionally helping to move the plates.
Soon, the waiter prepared the meal, wished them a pleasant meal and left.
Jiang Xingzhou stood up: "Let's go and get some small stuff."
"Hmm~"
Two people took plates and tried to get some side dishes, and it happened that the boys at that table were also doing so.
Song Ci adheres to the principle of observation, thinking that maybe he could come across some interesting little pieces.
I didn't expect to run into her.
A boy who looked gentle and gentle picked up a bunch of coriander and didn't do anything else. Song Ci stood beside him and watched him, slowly picking up a few chopped green onions.
When Jiang Xingzhou got the sesame paste and came back, his girlfriend was gone.
At first glance, the little Song Ci was being picked up with chopped green onions at the other end, being blocked by two boys. But why did she always look at the boy next to her
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
How can this be
Jiang Xingzhou walked over quickly, pressed his fingers on Song Ci's head, and forced her face to turn aside.
"What are you holding?"
“… chopped green onions.”
"One plate is enough?" Jiang Xingzhou looked at her plate and raised his eyebrows.
At this time, the boy next to him went back with two plates full of coriander.
Song Ci pinched Jiang Xingzhou's sleeve embarrassedly, then looked up, looking pitiful.
Jiang Xingzhou: “?”
Song Ci handed over the plate.
She just watched the boy carefully picking up the cilantro, but she didn't expect that the boy picked up two plates, so that even if she was slower, she still picked up a small plate of chopped green onions.
This boy is really a fan of coriander.
Jiang Xingzhou had no choice but to take her small plate and pour some into his own, then return the remaining half plate to her.
Pushing her back, he urged: "Go get something else, stop looking."
The last few words were almost uttered through gritted teeth.
Song Ci didn't dare to refute anymore, and quickly went to hastily get something, then pulled Jiang Xingzhou's clothes in a flattering manner, shook them and said: "Okay, let's go back quickly."
On the way back, I passed a few boys and seemed to hear that boy talking about how Song Ci had been staring at him just now.
When his companion saw the two of them coming, he probably kicked him, and then there was no sound at the table, and the boy began to drink water awkwardly.
Song Ci's face flushed, and what happened just now was indeed her fault.
I don’t know what will happen to Jiang Xingzhou next.
When they got back, the pot was already boiling. Jiang Xingzhou didn't say anything and started adding the dishes.
"Eat it quickly. You can eat it after just scalding it. Don't let it get old."
Song Ci blinked and looked at him puzzledly.
Jiang Xingzhou: "? What?"
"No." Song Ci hurriedly took the beef roll he passed to her, dipped it in her own sauce dish, and ate it while it was hot.
Jiang Xingzhou glanced at her, snorted and laughed, then began to settle the score.
"Song Song," he called, "What did you observe just now?"
"Ahem, ahem..."
Fortunately, she had swallowed the beef roll, otherwise she would have choked now.
Jiang Xingzhou silently patted her back, handed her the milk tea, and said innocently: "Am I that scary? I didn't say anything, did I?"
"… I said it." Song Ci lacked confidence.
Jiang Xingzhou let out a light sigh, snatched her milk tea, took a sip himself, put it down on the table, and asked her: "Who is to blame?"
Song Ci didn't dare to argue, so she just followed his words and said, "I."
“I can’t hear you.”
Song Ci blushed and raised her voice a little: "Blame me."
"Oh."
"Let's eat."
"Ah..." Song Ci climbed down the stairs.
The two began to eat peacefully.
After eating for a while, Song Ci suddenly whispered, "That man got two plates of coriander, and there was another plate of coriander on their table."
Jiang Xingzhou was puzzled: "What?"
As soon as I asked the question, I realized that Song Ci was talking about what happened just now.
He poked his back teeth. He didn't expect Song Ci to actually say, "You observe so carefully?"
“I thought this feature could be added to my book.”
“Is this considered a characteristic?”
"Yes," Song Ci said, "This is a memory point. If I use it on the villain, then when people mention the villain who loves coriander, people who have read my book will remember it, and then think of my book."
Jiang Xingzhou thought about it and it seemed to be true.
Moreover, it is acceptable to exaggerate when used in literary creation, which is indeed a memorable point.
Jiang Xingzhou nodded and changed the subject: "Then what is your memory of me?"
Song Ci: “?”
"Tell me about it. I want to hear it."
Song Ci put down the clapper and covered her face with her hands. After a while, the word "boyfriend" popped out of her mouth.
Jiang Xingzhou was stunned for a moment, then he smiled with relief.
It’s okay to be perfunctory, but Song Ci’s boyfriend can only be him.
"Okay, let's eat."
“Oh.”
**
It wasn't even 5:30 when we finished our meal. It was too early.
The two of them slumped on the back of the sofa. Song Ci no longer tried to sit further away from Jiang Xingzhou, but just rested her head on Jiang Xingzhou's arm.
She rubbed her belly and said slowly, "I feel so full."
Jiang Xingzhou put his hand on her belly and said, "How full is it? Let me feel it."
Song Ci was immediately startled and looked around. After finding that no one was looking at them, she pulled her coat to cover Jiang Xingzhou's hand.
"Hurry up, others will find out." She urged in a low voice.
Jiang Xingzhou was slightly surprised. Why did these words sound not very serious
His girlfriend ate too much, so what's wrong with him rubbing her belly as a boyfriend
Why did Song Ci make it sound like they were doing something shameful
That's strange.
Looking at Song Ci's expression, it seemed like she had encountered a big problem. He didn't say anything else, but pinched Song Ci's belly.
"It's soft and easy to pinch."
Song Ci whimpered, knocked her head on his shoulder, and said with a pout, "You've gained weight."
"No, it's just right, fleshy and comfortable."
Song Ci raised his head suspiciously, and Jiang Xingzhou's expression was indeed not right.
She pulled his hand away and stopped him from touching it.
Jiang Xingzhou laughed deeply and rested his head on hers. The shock of his laughter was transmitted to Song Ci, making her face hot again.
Why is this person like this
Jiang Xingzhou laughed enough, and forked a snowball hawthorn and put it to Song Ci's mouth: "Ah..."
"I can't eat anymore..." Song Ci brushed his hand away.
"Snacks don't take up space in your stomach."
Song Ci: "...Ah—"
"So good." Jiang Xingzhou smiled and put the snowball hawthorn into Song Ci's mouth, then forked one and put it into his own mouth.
After spitting out the seeds, he said, "Take a break before going out. Take this time to observe others."
"Um."
The temperature in the room was not low, but rather warm. They had just finished their meal. Song Ci chewed slowly, his eyes half-open, casually looking off into the distance.
Jiang Xingzhou even suspected that she could fall asleep at any time.
The boys next to them had finally finished eating and were standing up to stretch. Jiang Xingzhou looked over and met the eyes of a boy.
Jiang Xingzhou knows Coriander Boy.
He casually covered Song Ci's eyes and glared at the boy.
After all, he had been a social animal for a while, and the other person was just a freshman. Soon, he looked away in panic and urged his companion to leave.
Song Ci was looking at a table of girls through the gap in the partition with a dazed look. When he was curiously looking at one of the girls' hairstyles, his eyes were covered.
She hummed and raised her head, pressing Jiang Xingzhou's palm under her chin.
Jiang Xingzhou scratched her chin and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Hairstyle." Song Ci's voice was soft and sticky, as if she didn't want to talk.
Like the state of just waking up.
Jiang Xingzhou took a look and found that she could hardly open her eyes, and he was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
After sitting in the store for another ten minutes or so, Jiang Xingzhou finished the last two snowball hawthorns, and then the two left together.
Observation continues.