Back in the car, Li Nanheng glanced at Feng Ling in the rearview mirror, looking like he was putting his hands in his pockets to treasure them carefully, and curled his lips with satisfaction.
He raised his hand to adjust the angle of the rearview mirror casually, and then turned to look at her: "It's already dark, what do you want to eat tonight? Should you eat first and then go back to the hotel, or go back to the hotel first?"
Feng Ling came back to his senses: "Ah, everything is fine."
Li Nanheng reached out and rubbed her soft hair: "What are you doing in a daze? Come to your senses."
Feng Ling had come to his senses, but he was still a little stunned because of the gift that suddenly fell from the sky in his pocket.
I have never received any gifts since I was a child. In the base, everyone can come out and have fun even on holidays or birthdays, but it is strictly forbidden to give each other birthday gifts, so the grown men in the base have long been used to it. , I don’t give anything as a gift, my feelings are all put in the wine, and I drink as much as I want.
Feng Ling didn't get too close to anyone in the past few years outside. It seemed that Ji Nuan had given her some small things, but they didn't call them gifts. They just stuffed them into her hands naturally. thing.
So it was really her first time.
The first time is so precious.
Li Nanheng, the boss of the XI base, must have made several exceptions for her.
She carefully touched the cold dial with her hand in her pocket. It wasn't until the man stopped the car at a red light and turned to look at her again that she remembered what he had just asked and said directly: "I ate a lot at noon and I'm not hungry yet. It's okay not to eat at night."
"It's not even five o'clock yet, and I'll still be hungry at night."
"Then..." Feng Ling thought for a moment: "Although I have only lived in China for a few months, I am still very impressed by some of the food there, especially hot pot. Can I eat hot pot?"
Li Nanheng looked at her and then at the time. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he suddenly turned the car to a roundabout in front of him and quickly drove to the road on the left until he stopped in front of a large supermarket. , motioning her to get out of the car and said: "This is Los Angeles after all. If you want to eat authentic and delicious hot pot in the United States, you have to ask around, and what you find may not necessarily suit your taste. Let's buy some meat rolls, vegetables and hot pot. If you want to go back to the wine shop, you can cook hot pot for yourself?"
Feng Ling didn't even know that hot pot could be cooked by himself, so he nodded happily: "Okay."
Seeing her immediate response, Li Nanheng had no sense of the sin of deceiving the little girl.
There is a famous hot pot restaurant in Los Angeles nearby, owned by a Chinese couple, but the queues take a long time, and it takes at least three or four hours from the beginning to the end to get back to the hotel.
It was getting dark now, and a spring night was worth a thousand dollars, so he didn't want to waste a moment outside.
Why not cook hot pot for her in the hotel room and hold the little woman in his arms when she is satisfied? Anyway, when she is full, he can start to feed himself well. These three or four hours are so precious. It must only be wasted on the bed and absolutely not wasted elsewhere.
If she really wants to eat, I don't mind taking her out tomorrow afternoon to make up for it.
This time, the goal of buying things in the supermarket was more clear. I bought everything in half an hour and went straight back to the car. Feng Ling was really not a foodie before, but after living in China for a while, he found that he was interested in many domestic food. I'm really thinking about it. Now in the car, when I think about having hot pot to eat when I go back later, I can't wait to get to the hotel right away.
After finally arriving at the hotel, Feng Lingdian forgot about all the things that would happen in the hotel tonight, and couldn't bear to think about it. He took the initiative to get out of the car and went to help get things, carrying various things in his hands. Vegetable meat rolls and the like, with full expectations written on their faces.
Although Li Nanheng couldn't "wait" anymore, he didn't want to live up to her expectations. After returning to the room, he asked the hotel staff to bring over the induction cooker and newly bought pots, but he still helped her cook the hot pot.
There was no chili in the hot pot. It was not Sichuan style, but a stock hot pot. But because it was too hot, Feng Ling still had red cheeks and sweat on his head while fanning the red hot pot with his hands. Eat with your mouth.
Seeing that her usually light-colored lips were now red, Li Nanheng began to eat more and more absent-mindedly, and finally just let her sit here and eat alone. He got up and went directly to the bathroom.
"Where are you going?" Feng Ling asked subconsciously when he saw him getting up. While asking, he stuffed a piece of tofu into his mouth.
"Take a shower and eat first."
Feng Ling nodded again.
It wasn't until the sound of water came from the bathroom that Feng Ling paused when he was about to continue using his chopsticks to grab the pot, as if he suddenly remembered that there was a tough battle to be fought tonight.
Just listening to the sound of water dripping in the bathroom, the hot feeling on her face instantly became hotter. She quickly put down her chopsticks and sat on the chair to think for a long time. She felt that what she was eating right now was all over her head and body. Sweat, but no matter how big the hotel suite is, it only has one bathroom. She must be embarrassed to go in and take a shower with Li Nanheng, and she was already full and couldn't eat anymore for a while, so Just sitting here, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom that lasted for a while, I felt a little on pins and needles.
Until Li Nanheng came out of the shower, the man wore a dark blue bathrobe when he walked out of the bathroom. Water was still dripping from his thin and cool short hair. The water droplets rolled down from the man's chin and submerged into the loose hair. In the lapel of the half-open bathrobe, he was about to come over and light a cigarette. In a blink of an eye, he saw that the induction cooker in front of Feng Ling seemed to have been turned off for a long time. Feng Ling, who was eating just now, was sitting there thinking. What.
The man's handsome eyebrows moved: "Don't want to eat?"
"Well, I'm full." Feng Ling didn't even dare to look at him when she spoke, even though she knew he was wearing a bathrobe.
"That's okay. It's not easy to digest after eating too much at night. If you still want to eat, I'll find time to take you out to eat tomorrow." The man picked up the cigarette case and put it down again, looking at her deeply.
Even though the man hadn't said anything or done anything, Feng Ling couldn't resist the increasingly hot look in his eyes, and quickly stood up: "I... I'm going to take a shower too."
With that said, without waiting for Li Nanheng to speak, he quickly got into the bathroom and closed the door again.
Hearing the sound of her locking the bathroom door, Li Nanheng curled his lips, raised his hand and casually plucked his dripping hair twice, and then smiled when he heard the sound of water inside.