The two left one after the other, completely ignoring the Zhong family father and son.
"Dad, could we..."
"Shut up, I, Zhong Yousheng, have been living in Xiangcheng for so many years. Why did I get to where I am now? Integrity is more important than anything else!" Zhong Yousheng suddenly slapped his palm on the coffee table, "From tomorrow on, you go to country F to study finance with your cousin. , if you dare to resist, I will stop all your bank cards!"
Zhong Jie shrank, "But..."
"If you have the ability, go and win against them. I told you not to mess with Tang Qing, but you didn't listen. Do you really think that the Tang family will lose any power if they are clean?"
Yan Jinyi did invite Tang Qing to dinner, but...
Looking at the prosperous roadside stall in front of him, Tang Qing turned around immediately.
"Mr. Tang, you don't have to save money for me, just eat." Yan Jinyi had already taken the lead in finding a seat to sit down, patted his handbag, and said very generously.
"It seems that Miss Yan's life in the Huo family is not good." Tang Qing glanced at the table in front of Yan Jinyi. It was a very old-fashioned folding wooden table. The paint on the tabletop was peeled off and it looked dirty. of.
And that stool is not even as high as his knees, so how can anyone sit on it
Next to it is the highway, with vehicles coming and going. If you eat here, you will probably eat all the dust in your stomach.
"It's good to eat well and sleep soundly!"
"Then why did Miss Yan end up eating at a roadside stall?"
Is there a problem with roadside stalls
The food at the roadside stalls is no worse than the food in five-star hotels, and it’s quite delicious.
"After all, he is a man, how come Mr. Tang is more particular than a woman like me?" Yan Jin looked at Tang Qing with disdain, shook his head and sighed, "It seems that Mr. Tang is not lucky enough to let me treat him to dinner. Mr. Tang, please walk slowly." Not sending it."
His purpose was not to invite her to dinner at all, he simply wanted to spend more time with her.
"How about I treat Miss Yan to whatever she wants to eat?"
"Oh, I just want to eat food from this place. If Mr. Tang insists on grabbing the treat, I won't be polite."
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“…”
This is a barbecue restaurant, and the business is very prosperous. Just when she walked across the road, she smelled the aroma.
Yan Jinyi selected every ingredient in one breath, and then returned to his seat with satisfaction, with Tang Qing still standing beside him.
"Don't Mr. Tang sit down?"
Tang Qing thought for a while, took out his handkerchief and wiped the stool carefully before sitting down slowly.
He was quite tall, so he looked quite awkward sitting on the low stool.
In particular, she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she has been pampered since she was a child. Now eating at a roadside stall with her, this scene does seem quite inconsistent.
"My stool is cleaner than your face, it just looks dirty over time."
Tang Qing can guarantee that if these words came from someone else's mouth, he would definitely strangle that person to death.
The boss is an aunt in her forties or fifties. She speaks authentic Xiangcheng dialect. Yan Jinyi ordered a lot. She brought the barbecue herself and talked a lot like pouring beans.
Yan Jinyi was confused after hearing this. She hadn't eaten all day and was now ravenous with hunger. However, this enthusiastic aunt still refused to leave and was still talking.
The problem is, she really doesn’t understand Xiangcheng dialect!
Blinking in confusion, he was about to interrupt, but Tang Qing, who was sitting opposite, suddenly spoke, also speaking in Xiangcheng dialect.
Yan Jinyi looked at him subconsciously and unexpectedly discovered that Tang Qing was particularly charming when he spoke in Xiangcheng dialect.
Finally, the boss left. Tang Qing picked up the skewers and ate them with a smile, "This boss is not bad, and the food he makes is not bad either."
“…”
I'm afraid you have schizophrenia.