Therefore, the restaurant is a Jiangxi restaurant that is casually ordered, and the dishes are also casually ordered. It is just a coincidence that it is just a matter of order.

Well, the kind of casual preparation that started a week in advance.

It can be said to be very casual.

Yan Ge's family is in Jiangxi, born and raised here, and was used to the characteristics of Jiangxi cuisine being spicy and heavy. When she first came to Beijing, she was a little unacceptable to the local environment. Later, after a long time, she gradually improved.

The shop owner himself is the chef. He told himself that he has been a chef for more than 20 years. In addition to our store in Jiujiang, there are branches in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou, Nanjing and other places, and the business is very prosperous.

After all, Chinese people are not picky about their stomachs. Chinese and Western styles or the five major cuisines can eat anything except those that are not delicious.

I put the menu on and ordered the dishes. Then the store gave me two pink sticky notes, then pointed to the wall around me, asking if I could help write two post-it notes of my wish to put them on the wall.

In fact, when Yan Ge came, he noticed that the walls around him were covered with sticky notes of various colors, and different people wrote different wishes in different handwriting.

If you have hope that the exam will go smoothly, if you have hope that the love will be successful, everyone will have all kinds of wishes.

This is the wall of the restaurant and the wishes of customers.

While waiting, Yan Ge thought for a while, glanced at the opposite seat quietly, picked up a neutral pen, and wrote words on the paper.

"I want to see,"

The brush strokes paused on the paper, and she glanced quietly at the opposite seat, facing a faint gaze.

After a sneak peek at the bag being caught, Yan Ge subconsciously covered the note with his hand.

The movement was too obvious, with some precaution. Rong Chuo raised his eyebrows a few times and raised his lips: "Don't worry," he said: "I have no interest in what you wrote, nor will I peek at it."

Yan Ge: "..."

Yes, she thought that her idol was not someone who could peek.

So she let go of her hand covering the notes and continued to write: "My idol..."

After finishing writing, Yan Ge stood up and posted the pink note on a high place.

Closing with his back, a crease between Rong Chuo's eyebrows appeared.

What did she write?

Why are you so afraid of him watching?

When I thought of a possibility, the crease became a little deeper.

Did she write bad things about him on it?

“…”

He stared at the girl's little hand and remembered the direction of the pink note, Rong Chuofuru closed his eyes without any trouble.

After posting the notes, Yan Ge turned around and then sat down again.

Just like to prove what he said, "neither interested" or "will not peek", the man sitting opposite her was unbiased, and his face was as light as Ping Lan, and he looked uninterested.

Yan Ge: "..."

And within the next quarter of an hour, the dishes were served.

A table, two people served seven or eight dishes in total. In terms of portion size, it was actually a bit too much.

But she tasted every dish.

The one who used the most chopsticks was three cups of chicken, and the one who had the least fried fish. But even the fewest fried fish, she stroked the chopsticks twice.

Looking across the table, Rong Chuo's eyes swept across.

He was right.

She does like it.

As she said before, she wanted to invite him to dinner a hundred times to get his 78,000 haute couture. So after the meal, Yan Ge wanted to check out the bill with the store, but the store was confused: "Pay the bill?" He said: "The money has been deducted from the boss's card."

In response, "this boss" explained lightly: "I just happened to have a card."

Yan Ge: "..."

It’s obvious that he just wants to pester a girl to eat and the man is politely not wanting her to pay the bill. What a simple thing, it can be explained in one sentence. But this boss insists on going around the bush, and sometimes he makes a random decision, and sometimes he happens to have a card, which makes people confused.

The eyes wandered between the two, and the store was a little confused, but he still made a haha ​​and mediated: "Little girl, it's not me. This young man came out to have a partner, so how could he let the girl's family pay for the bill?"

Yan Ge: "..."

Those three words fell into my ears, and they were like sparks of fire, setting off a prairie everywhere.

Get into a partner.

She and him were not having sex, but had made an appointment to have dinner before and agreed that she would invite him.

Yan Ge was about to deny it, but Rong Chuo said lightly: "Let's go."

He didn't give her time to speak, and he left a back for her as he spoke. His forearm was hanging on the middle line of his trousers, his hands fell in his pocket, and in the darkness of the corridor, it looked sparse.

I stood still, waiting for her.

Because he was waiting for her, Yan Ge couldn't take the time to clarify that she and him were not having sex, but walked directly towards the man's place. The light and darkness, she paid attention to her feet and walked carefully to him.

Looking down, there are stairs that are turning layer by layer.

Jiangfeng Yuhuo is located in a remote location and is an independent three-story building with only stairs and no elevators.

It was getting late and the wall lights were dim. For ordinary people, it was a lot of light, but Yu Yange was full of shadows.

But at this moment, the man said: "Hand."

Just one word, concise and concise, but with it, the embarrassment disappeared.

Instead, there is a slight embarrassment.

He stretched over and took her downstairs.

Only these two restaurant owners had to give it to the restaurant. Looking at the shadows that were connected, I sighed in my heart.

This young man is really inseparable from a partner, and he holds hands tightly whenever he walks.

It's good to be young.

...

When she arrived at the parking lot, she got into the car and the engine was ignited. But her idol's phone was thrown into Jiangfeng Fishing Fire, so she turned it back to pick it up.

Yan Geye had poor eyesight, so he didn't follow him, just sat waiting for him.

It took only a few minutes to get from the parking lot to the restaurant. Soon the phone was taken. The Cayenne sent the person back to the school at a glance, passed the gate, and finally stopped in front of the dormitory building.

Changchun New Garden is here.

The time for separation is also here.

Unlocking his seat belt, Yan Ge looked sideways and saw the darkness as mist in the man's outline. In the dark, she could not see his face very clearly.

But she said goodbye to him, "...Then I'll go back first."

He responded.

When Yan Ge opened the car door, he remembered something again and got out of the car and slowed down, "A hundred more times."

She would treat him to a hundred more meals.

It was supposed to be counted once today, but it was the order he bought, so this time it can't be counted.

Seeing her solemn appearance when she talked about those hundred times, Rong Chuo lifted her lips and replied, "I know."

The car went out and watched the girl leave, his eyes fixed.

His little fans don't understand that when a man wants to meet a woman, there can be a thousand reasons and ten thousand excuses.

Inviting guests to dinner is just one of them.

With her leaving, the hands of the joints slowly unfolded.

What caught my eye was the post-it note in my palm.

[I want to see my idol playing "Lone Rock"]

Nine words and one sentence, square and rich in writing, are his little fans.

So, the man who had always been the most difficult to please in everyone's eyes finally bent his lips in front of the girl's little wish.

The wish wall cannot fulfill her wish, he can.
Chapter completed!