Feng Ling continued to sit at the table and didn't move, and Li Nanheng was still queuing, but the little snacks he bought by the way were brought to her by the way and placed on the table in front of her.

Feng Ling lowered his head and saw all kinds of small jerky and delicious side dishes on the plate, as well as a few skewers of kebabs that looked tempting, a plate of fruit salad, and two bottles of mineral water.

Well, this pyrotechnic gas is indeed very strong.

Ji Nuan told her last time that eating in this kind of place would have a different kind of happiness.

Now Feng Ling also feels that eating in this kind of place will really get a kind of satisfaction, which is a feeling that all kinds of high-end restaurants can't satisfy.

Li Nanheng waited in line for about twenty minutes over there, and finally brought a big bowl of rice noodles over.

Feng Ling saw that this man was really not with her, and this rice noodle was the kind of one with a big pot for two people, not a separate small portion.

At the same time, someone eagerly came forward and brought two bowls and cutlery, and the man bought some other things she loved to eat before returning and sitting down in front of her.

"Why buy such a big pot, I think the price of a single small portion is more cost-effective than this. Feng Ling said as he raised his hand and tried to break the chopsticks.

As a result, I didn't expect that one day I couldn't even break a pair of chopsticks, mainly because the injury on my arm could not be forced, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding would collapse and bleed again.

Li Nanheng casually took the chopsticks in her hand, helped her break them and then handed them to her, and said lightly: "In the base, why didn't you see you so outside when you usually sit with a group of brothers and eat a big pot of rice?

After speaking, without waiting for her to explain, he directly picked up the small bowl in front of her and helped her clip some rice noodles out, and then put them in front of her.

Feng Ling: "......"

She just wanted to ask, because she saw that the rice noodles for two people in this cauldron cost thirty-eight yuan, and the single one was only fifteen yuan, and it seemed that the contents in it were not much worse, but she just wanted to say that it was not cost-effective.

But then I thought that the person in front of me was Li Nanheng after all, so I didn't say anything more because of the eight yuan, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

When she used a small spoon to fill some soup in the pot of rice noodles, Feng Ling noticed that the soup base seemed to have a lot of seafood, and she looked back at the things written on the sign of the stall, and then she saw the difference between large portions and small portions, and it turned out that there were so many more things in the large portions.

She hadn't even noticed.

Then the extra eight dollars spent is too much to lose.

She didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything more because of the topic just now, but silently sandwiched the seafood items in the soup base into the bowl in front of her one by one.

Li Nancheng saw her eating silently, and asked lightly with a smile: "Didn't you think it was not cost-effective just now?" Miss Feng, who has to worry about eight yuan, has found that there is something good in the soup base?"

Feng Ling: "...... I didn't pay attention just now. ”

"What's the matter, it tastes so delicious? It's so delicious that you don't even want to lift your head?

"......" Feng Ling raised his eyes to look at him: "Do you have to look at you when you eat?"

"After all, I invited this meal, you don't look at me or talk when you eat, where is the basic politeness?"

Feng Ling's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at him inexplicably.

All the food and drink on this whole table add up to about 100 yuan, what kind of crazy is he smoking, the people in the market who are sitting here to learn this week are here to worry about her?

She replied in a cold voice: "There are so many requests to invite someone to dinner, won't I have to invite them back next time?"

Li Nanheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her for a moment.

Feng Ling had already lowered her head and continued to eat her rice noodles seriously.

How do you know that the man suddenly said with a smile: "You have to count what you have said, and you have to find time to invite you back next time, and when do you plan to come out with me for dinner next time?"

“……”

Feng Ling's chopsticks were paused, and then he realized that he seemed to have been tricked by this man, and inadvertently agreed to a dinner appointment.

Li Nanheng pointed to her chin: "There are soup stains." ”

“……”

Feng Ling raised his hand and was about to wipe it with a napkin, but the man had already picked up a napkin and wiped a drop of soup on her chin.

She sat there and didn't move, just looking at the man who usually went into battle to kill enemies in the terror and minefields with real knives and guns, and was seriously wiping her chin and the corners of her mouth with a napkin, so that some things that she had been trying to exclude were forced into her heart.

What it is, she doesn't know.

I only know that my heart is a little hot.

It's not normal.

In the night outside the food city, the street lights are dim, and the business inside is getting more and more hot and more and more people during the evening rush hour.

The two of them sat near the window next to the food court, and they could see the dusk outside, the traffic and the crowd.

On the table next door sat a lot of young couples who had just come over to eat after work, as well as a family of three with children eating next to them, there were elderly people and children, as if it was a group of people, all kinds of people.

Feng Ling used a spoon to drink the soup, Li Nanheng didn't eat much rice noodles, only threw a piece of jerky into his mouth, and then watched Feng Ling drink the soup while eating.

She squinted at him, "Can you not keep looking at me?"

The man's expression was a little cold and a little ruffian, and he hooked the corners of his lips: "I was thinking about the day you first landed in Haicheng, how you looked in the hotel after getting drunk." ”

Feng Ling's expression froze, she still didn't know what had happened after she drank a bottle of red wine on the plane that day until she woke up in the hotel.

Hearing the man's words, she looked directly at him again: "What happened to me at the time? What did I say? Or what did I do?"

The man looked at her meaningfully, didn't say anything, but deliberately avoided the topic and said lightly: "After so long, there is no need to pretend to be a man anymore, why hasn't your hair been grown?"

Feng Ling disagreed: "Long hair is too troublesome, and short hair is used to it." ”

She rarely paid attention to her appearance, and she never cared if she was feminine, anyway, she had short hair since she was a child, she felt that it was convenient to do anything, and she never thought of growing her hair long.

I thought that Boss Li was reminding her that she was not feminine, 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 quenched, the man was tall and long-legged, dressed in black neatly and neatly, with only a shallow layer of stubble around his chin, and a certain sense of strong hormones shrouded his body.

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