Feng Ling continued to sit at the table without moving, and Li Nanheng was still queuing up. However, the snacks he bought by the way were brought to her after a while and placed on the table in front of her.
Feng Ling lowered his head and saw that there were various dried meats and delicious side dishes on the plate, as well as a few attractive-looking kebabs, a plate of fruit salad, and two bottles of mineral water.
Well, the smoke from the fireworks is indeed very strong.
Ji Nuan told her last time that eating in a place like this would give her a different kind of happiness.
Now Feng Ling also feels that eating in this kind of place will really give you a kind of satisfaction, which is a feeling that cannot be satisfied by various high-end restaurants.
Li Nanheng waited in line there for about twenty minutes, and finally brought a large bowl of rice noodles over.
Feng Ling took a look and saw that this man really didn't know her. The rice noodles came in a big pot for two people, rather than separate small portions.
At the same time, someone eagerly came forward and brought two bowls and cutlery. The man bought some other things that she could like to eat before he came back and sat down in front of her.
"Why do you want to buy such a big pot? I think the price of individual small portions is more cost-effective than this." Feng Ling said while raising his hand to try to open the chopsticks.
Unexpectedly, one day I couldn't even open a pair of chopsticks. The main reason was that I couldn't use force because of the injury on my arm. If I exerted a little force, the wound that had just stopped bleeding would start to bleed again.
Li Nanheng casually took the chopsticks in her hand, broke them open for her, and then handed them to her. At the same time, he said calmly: "In the base, when I usually sit with a group of brothers eating a big pot of rice, why don't I see you being so open-minded? When did I do that? Why don't you sit and eat together when we are out on a mission? Are you uncomfortable eating a pot of rice noodles with me now?"
After saying that, without waiting for her to explain, he directly picked up the small bowl in front of her, picked out some rice noodles for her, and then placed it in front of her.
Feng Ling: "..."
She just wanted to ask, because she saw that the rice noodles in this big pot for two people cost thirty-eight yuan, while the rice noodles for one person only cost fifteen yuan, and it seemed that the contents in it were not much different. , I just want to say that this is not cost-effective.
But then he thought that the person in front of him was Li Nanheng after all, so he simply stopped fussing over the eight dollars and picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
When she poured some soup into the rice noodle pot with a small spoon, Feng Ling noticed that the soup base seemed to contain a lot of seafood. She looked back at what was written on the sign of the stall. , then I saw the difference between the large portion and the small portion. It turned out that the large portion had so many more things in it.
She didn't even notice it just now.
Then the extra eight dollars spent is well worth it.
She didn't say anything, nor did she say anything more because of the topic just now. She just silently put the seafood in the soup base one by one into the bowl in front of her.
When Li Nanqiu saw her eating silently, he smiled and asked: "Didn't you think it was not a good deal just now? Miss Feng, who cares about eight yuan, has discovered that there is something good in the soup base?"
Feng Ling: "...I didn't pay attention just now."
"What's the matter? It tastes delicious? So delicious that you don't even want to raise your head? Can't you look directly at people when talking?"
"..." Feng Ling raised his eyes and looked at him: "Do I have to look at you when I eat?"
"After all, I invited you to eat this meal. You don't look at me or speak while you eat. Where are your basic manners?"
Feng Ling's eyelids twitched and he glanced at him inexplicably.
All the food and drinks on the whole table only cost about a hundred yuan. Why is Li Nanheng so crazy? Sitting here and imitating the common people around here to argue with her? What's wrong with her eating without looking at him
She replied coldly: "It's so much to ask for someone to have dinner with me. Can't I just invite you back next time?"
Li Nanheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her for a moment.
Feng Ling had lowered her head and continued to eat her rice noodles seriously.
Unexpectedly, the man suddenly said with a smile but not a smile: "I have to keep my words. If I asked you to come back next time, you have to find time to invite me back. When do you plan to go out for dinner with me next time?"
“…”
Feng Ling paused with his chopsticks, and then realized that he seemed to have been tricked by this man, and he had unintentionally agreed to another dinner date.
Li Nanheng pointed to her chin: "There are soup stains."
“…”
Feng Ling raised her hand and was about to take a napkin to wipe it with. The man had already picked up a napkin and wiped away a drop of soup stain on her chin.
She sat there without moving, only looking at the man who usually fought in terrorists and minefields with real knives and guns, seriously using a napkin to wipe her chin and mouth. The movement forced something into her heart that she had been trying to exclude before.
What it was, she didn't know.
All I know is that my heart feels a little hot.
It's abnormally hot.
In the night outside the food city, the street lights are dim. The business inside is getting more and more popular during the evening rush hour, and there are more and more people.
The two of them were sitting close to the window next to the food court, and could see the dim surroundings and the passing traffic and people outside.
Sitting on the table next door were many young couples who had just come over to eat after get off work, and a family of three with their children eating nearby. There were old people and children. It was like a picture of a group of creatures, with all kinds of things. Everyone has it.
Feng Ling used a spoon to drink the soup. Li Nanheng didn't eat much rice noodles. He just threw a piece of dried meat into his mouth and watched Feng Ling drinking the soup while eating.
She looked at him sideways: "Can you stop looking at me?"
The man's expression was a little cold and a little naughty, and he raised the corners of his lips: "I was thinking about the day you first landed in Haicheng, how you looked in the hotel after being drunk."
Feng Ling's expression froze. She still doesn't know what happened after she drank a bottle of red wine on the plane that day until she woke up in the hotel.
Hearing what the man said, she looked directly at him: "What happened to me then? What did I say? Or what did I do?"
The man looked at her meaningfully, but did not say anything. Instead, he said calmly as if he was deliberately avoiding the topic: "It has been so long, and there is no need to pretend to be a man anymore. Why haven't you grown your hair yet?"
Feng Ling disagreed: "Long hair is too troublesome. I'm used to short hair."
She rarely pays attention to her appearance, and has never cared about whether she has any femininity. Anyway, she has had short hair since she was a child. She thinks it is convenient for everything, and she has never thought about growing her hair long.
I originally thought that Boss Li was reminding her that she was unfeminine, but when she raised her eyes, she saw Li Nanheng sitting in the crowd and smiling at her. His deep eyes were dark and translucent, as if they had been tempered. The man was tall and long-legged, and he was dressed in clean black clothes. He was neat and clean, with only a light layer of stubble around his chin, and a certain strong hormonal feeling enveloped his whole body.