After that, Feng Ling kept supporting Mrs. Feng across the overpass. Even though Mrs. Feng's feet did not sprain and she walked very steadily later, she still held her hand and did not let go.
Mrs. Feng didn't mean to ask her to take her hand away. She didn't know what she was thinking as she walked, but suddenly there was a smile in her eyes. When she was about to enter the coffee shop, she suddenly put Feng Ling on her arm. He gently held his hand and said warmly: "Find a seat by the window. It will be easier for Nan Heng to see you when he comes over later."
"good."
Feng Ling only said yes throughout the whole process. Mrs. Feng smiled at her and took her in directly.
After sitting down, Mrs. Feng ordered two cups of coffee from Witer, one Americano and one latte. The latte was of course for Feng Ling, because she guessed that she usually drank less coffee at the base and it was too bitter. Maybe it's not suitable for her, but latte suits her.
It is true that Feng Ling didn't know much about coffee these years, and the only thing he could drink was latte. He didn't expect that Mrs. Feng seemed gentle and didn't have any ideas, but she actually had such a delicate personality.
"Do you like desserts?" Qin Qiu asked her.
"Fortunately, I have eaten before and I am not very hungry, so I will skip the dessert."
However, before she could finish her words, Mrs. Feng stopped the waiter who had not yet left and ordered a chocolate cake. After thinking about it, she ordered a blueberry cake.
Until Waiter quickly brought the coffee and cake, Feng Ling thought she wanted to eat too, but Mrs. Feng pushed both cakes in front of her: "I have tasted all the cakes in this cafe. The two flavors are very good, you can eat whichever you like, no need to be too polite to Auntie."
So, does a woman of Mrs. Feng's age often go out to eat desserts
Thinking of Mrs. Cen just now, Feng Ling felt that if Mrs. Feng had not been depressed for so many years because of the loss of a daughter, she should actually be a very energetic and happy woman. Look at her You can tell the character of the good sisters around you. Even though they are old, you can see that they are very open-minded.
"Thank you, Mrs. Feng."
"Don't always call me Mrs. Feng, it's too unfamiliar."
Feng Ling's eyes were attracted by the two small cakes in front of him. He habitually reached out to the blueberry-flavored cake. He just used a small fork to pick up a blueberry dipped in cream on it. Feng Ling's eyes were even more... Just staring at her.
Feng Ling was stunned by her look and raised his eyes to look at her: "Mrs. Feng, don't you want to eat?"
"Do you like blueberries?"
Feng Ling: "..."
With this kind of conversation, the obvious emotion in Mrs. Feng's eyes seemed to have caught something in common. Even if Feng Ling had always been unsure about the relationship between the two jade sets, it was now certain that they were inseparable.
You like to eat blueberries. In this sentence, if Mrs. Feng did not restrain her emotions well, she should actually add the word "also".
"Yeah." Feng Ling didn't lie and admitted directly. At the same time, he moved the blueberry cake directly over and placed it in front of him. He admitted frankly: "I don't have a particular preference for desserts, but I do like blueberry-flavored desserts." like."
Mrs. Feng looked at her for a long time and saw Feng Ling lowering his head to eat the cake. First there were tears in her eyes, and then she suddenly smiled. She held back her choked voice and said with a smile: "You can eat as much as you like, and you can eat as much as you want." Auntie will buy you whatever you want to eat, and I will buy you whatever you like. Can you come out often to sit with Auntie, eat something together... and talk to me... "
Feng Ling paused while holding the fork. The sweetness in her mouth had not faded yet, and she did not raise her eyes. She was afraid that if she raised her eyes and looked at Mrs. Feng's eyes, she would soon become so soft-hearted that she could not control her mood.
Seeing that she lowered her head and said nothing, Mrs. Feng picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste calmed her. When she put down the cup, she whispered: "I mean..."
"Sir, who are there?" Suddenly, the door of the coffee shop opened and closed, and the waiter's voice came from over there.
"No need, I'm looking for someone." A man's clear and indifferent voice came next.
Feng Ling and Mrs. Feng looked for their presence at the same time, and saw that Li Nanheng had already seen them in front of the door. He glanced at Feng Ling first, then nodded politely to Mrs. Feng, and walked over with long steps.
In the past two days since returning from Cambodia, I haven't had a chance to sit down and talk with Li Nanheng. It's rare to see them on such an occasion when there is nothing to deal with. Feng Ling pursed his lips subconsciously, and he didn't know why his heart was pounding. She jumped several times quickly, especially when the man walked towards the table, his eyes kept looking at her, looking at her without deviation, and just walked over.
"Nan Heng, sit down." Mrs. Feng was in an even better mood when she saw Li Nanheng. She pointed to the seat next to Feng Ling: "You're not an outsider either, so sit there."
Feng Ling didn't pay much attention to how many layers of meaning this sentence contained. However, Li Nanheng glanced at Mrs. Feng, didn't say anything, just raised the corners of his lips slightly, and sat down in the empty seat next to Feng Ling in a good-natured manner. : "Indeed, not an outsider."
Feng Ling didn't know that Li Nanheng already knew about her life experience, so he just thought he meant that she had always been one of his own in Base XI for so many years.
"Want some coffee?" Feng Ling asked her in a flash.
Li Nanheng casually unbuttoned two buttons on his coat, sat down next to her casually, glanced at her, and suddenly let out a "hiss" and sat a little closer to her.
Feng Ling thought he was hurt somewhere, and was about to ask, but the man suddenly came over, raised his hand and wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger.
"You can eat a cake and rub the cream on the edge. You are really promising."
Feng Ling: "..."
Probably because Mrs. Feng was sitting opposite and watching them. Feng Ling, who was almost accustomed to Li Nanheng's enthusiastic attitude, felt his face burning for a moment. He suddenly raised his hand and wiped the corner of his mouth. But he had already wiped it clean, and there was nothing there. He had no choice but to put his hand down, but for a moment he didn't know where to put it.
Even if you want to show affection, you have to separate the occasion, right
Mrs. Feng is still here, and this coffee and cake were also treated by Mrs. Feng.
Feng Ling secretly gave him a look, meaning that he should not sit so close to her, but should sit farther away and be more restrained.
The man seemed not to understand her gaze, and while politely greeting Mrs. Feng, he cleared his throat, as if he was thirsty, and turned to look at her again: "Why didn't you drink your coffee? "