"Did you run out of food yesterday?" Chen Chi opened his mouth and started a topic to chat. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's almost gone. Lu Qing breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, her face smiled first, and she quickly put the coins into her wallet in her hand, and then frowned slightly, bringing out a trace of helplessness, "It's really terrible, there is such a thing." Mr. Chen, what about you?"

"I ate it all, and when my grandson came to tell me, it was too late. ”

Lu Qing's eyes widened in disbelief and she giggled: "She might as well not tell you." ”

"yes, I don't think I heard it. ”

"Me too, when I don't know about it, otherwise I can't stand it. However, I went back in the evening and ate two raw pieces of pickled carrots sent by my mother, the one was hot and sour, I thought it could kill or something. ”

"Pickled carrots?" Chen Chi raised his eyebrows and said strangely, "You want to send you this at home?"

Lu Qing was a little embarrassed: "My mother likes to send me pickles made by herself, as if I don't have anything to eat outside, and I used to send them when I was in college." Fang Lian also ate it, saying that my mother's cooking tasted different from her mother's. ”

"The pickles made by my aunt's house are sour. Chen Chi said that his cheeks were full of relish, and he couldn't help laughing, "The old brine in her house is still what I used when I was a child." ”

"Wow. Lu Qing's eyes lit up and she exclaimed. "The ......current tank of my house," she tilted her head to calculate, "It's only been five or six years, and the tank I used before was accidentally broken, which made my mother feel distressed." ”

"It's a shame indeed. ”

"It seems strange to make pickles, and every house is different. Lu Qing rolled her eyes, as if confused.

"Come on, be careful, your clear soup rice noodles. The waiter's eldest sister brought the tray up with a tiger.

Lu Qing stopped, looked at Chen Chi, picked up chopsticks, but was not in a hurry to eat.

Instead, Chen Chi said: "You eat first." ”

"It's a bit hot. Lu Qing put the chopsticks into the bowl and stirred up the heat, she leaned in front of the bowl slightly, lowered her head lightly, pursed her mouth and blew shallowly, still not eating first, it seemed that she had to wait for the rice noodles to cool a little.

"Come on, your beef tahini noodles. The waiter's eldest sister brought another bowl.

"Mr. Chen, do you like spicy food?" Lu Qing looked at the bowl in front of Chen Chi and asked a little playfully.

"Hmm. Chen Chi asked casually, "You eat so lightly?"

"I also eat spicy food. But it's strange that after arriving here, it seems that it is easy to get hot after eating, and it may be that the climate is not suitable. ”

"Maybe it's a little related, but the local food is sweet, and the taste will change slightly after eating it for a long time, and I eat less spicy food than before. ”

After the two started eating, they didn't talk much. Lu Qing ate very delicately, Chen Chi finished eating a bowl of noodles, she only ate one-third of the rice noodles, but she also put down her chopsticks.

"You eat slowly. Chen Chi got up and said, "I'll go buy something at the bakery around the corner." ”

Lu Qing looked up and nodded. She watched Chen Chi push open the door of the store, took out the small puff powder mirror in her wallet, shook her face and looked left and right at the corners of her lips and teeth, only to see that the gap between her teeth was very clean, but the lipstick was stained with soup, and it inevitably shone with some oil, but fortunately it did not distort. Lu Qing reflexively pursed it inward, and her lips were shiny and even more red, so she was slightly satisfied.

She closed the mirror, turned her head to look at the door of the glass shop, and saw only the white-mottled plane tree trunk on the sidewalk, but she couldn't see the bakery at the intersection diagonally opposite.

Lu Qing hurriedly turned around and picked out the rice noodles, although the clear soup rice noodles are based on pork rib soup, there are no ribs, there are only white rice noodles and a few green onions in the whole bowl, which looks refreshing and eye-catching, after all, it seems that something is missing.

She buried her head and quickly took a sip, picked up the white porcelain jar on the table, dug up two spoonfuls of oil and spicy seeds and put them into the bowl, the original clear soup instantly floated bright red oil flowers, and after taking another bite, the taste was a little strong.

Chen Chi picked out a bag of sliced bread, Xu Shuangchuan once said that the taste was a bit like the bread that Chen Chi bought for her in Belgium when they were studying. She claimed that she never wanted to eat bread again, but the last time Chen Chi brought her back, she could also take two bites like a little mouse. Everything has to be eaten, no, it happened to be near the bakery, so Chen Chi took a bag back.

He thought about it, and added a lump of rye walnut coarsebread, which he had bought for himself, lest he should divide the bread she loved for breakfast.

Lu Qing finished eating the rice noodles, scooped up two mouthfuls of soup and drank it, and then he was full. She pulled two pieces of paper in a row from the tissue box, carefully printed them on the corners of her mouth, and wiped the oil stains like a dragonfly.

The two girls walked to the table, and looked at the table that was about to be vacant, Lu Qing raised her head and smiled at the people in a friendly manner, took out the small puff mirror in an orderly manner, and looked at her face again. There is no toilet in this store, so she can't clear her mouth and make up for it, Lu Qing licked her lips, and quickly took out her lipstick to make up the color.

"Miss, can I take it?" the waitress came over and asked.

Lu Qing raised her eyes from above the small mirror, nodded politely, and then withdrew her gaze and stared at herself in the mirror. The chin is delicate, the lips are delicate red, and the eyes are bright and bright, and I can't see the oily and sticky embarrassment of eating.

The waiter's eldest sister didn't come to take away Chen Chi's bowl before, so she picked up Lu Qing's soup bowl at this time, poured it into Chen Chi's bowl, merged the two bowls of leftover soup, and stacked the two bowls on top of each other, mixing the two pairs of used chopsticks together. She moved skillfully, grabbing an off-white rag in one hand and wiping the table back and forth, holding four chopsticks and two bowls in the other, and she didn't spill a drop.

Lu Qing's gaze couldn't help but move freely away from the mirror, aiming at the slightly rippling mixed leftover soup. The coriander leaves were from Chenchi's bowl, and the green onions were from her bowl, and now they were all stirred together and floating on top of the red soup, and the few leftover rice noodles she had eaten were also wrapped in the soup. Lu Qing's face suddenly warmed up.

In the university, one or two trough buckets are always placed at the exit of the student cafeteria, and all the leftover food is poured into it, which is called swill, which is said to be pulled away and fed to the pigs.

But today's bowl of leftover soup, she didn't feel dirty at all, and when she looked at it, her heartbeat seemed to be inexplicably chaotic.

The waiter's eldest sister didn't care about Lu Qing, who was holding a powder mirror and a lipstick tube, wiped the table and greeted the two new girls in a formula: "You sit, I'll come over immediately." She ran to the kitchen with her bowl in hand.

Lu Qing got up elegantly, straightened her waist, pushed open the door of the store, and looked sideways, Chen Chi was leisurely holding a paper bag and walking over quickly.

The March sun fills the streets.