When the family walked in, almost all eyes were fixed on the woman. Both men and women.

Most men are obsessed, but women can't help but feel a kind of hostility.

In the quiet teahouse, there was suddenly a little boy, and it became lively all of a sudden. The little boy looks cute and cute, but his eyebrows and eyes are too delicate, and he looks like a girl. Fortunately, he is dressed as a boy, and if he dresses neutrally like other children, he may not be able to tell whether a boy or a girl is distinguished.

The child looked a little like the woman, but not the tall man. Some people privately lament: This genetic engineering is sometimes so elusive.

The little boy was obviously here for the first time, and as soon as he entered the building, he looked very excited and happy, and before he could sit next to him, he took the woman and said, "Mommy, Mommy, let's sit there—

He was referring to a table near the window. He couldn't say anything, his little arm was very brute force, and he had dragged the woman to run there, and the woman was almost stumbling when he was pinched, and he looked back and was a little embarrassed to greet the waiter, very polite, very elegant: Yo, can we sit there?

The waiter pursed his lips and said, "Okay, are you drinking tea?"

The man next to him took a big stride and followed, saying, "Let's eat."

The waiter was a little stunned and said, "It's still time for afternoon tea."

The man said, "So when can I order?"

The waiter looked at a wall clock on the wall and said, "It's half past four, and you can order food at the night market at five o'clock."

The man said expressionlessly: "Then, let's serve a pot of tea and order some snacks first." That's fine, right?

The woman was pulled to the table by the little boy, he had already run to the window, maybe he was too tall, he could reach out to the window lattice, opened the window himself, and looked out at the small pool.

The woman said from afar: Eat snacks again, and you can still eat after a while?

The man said: It's okay, the kite has a big appetite, and it can be kept and eaten.

The little boy named Zhikite turned around at this moment, smiled brightly, and said: "Mom, you have always said that Zhikite is like a little pig, and it must be able to eat......

The woman said coquettishly: What starved to death, just now on the road said that she was starving to death, and ate a piece of chocolate, why do you still say that you are starving to death?

Zhi Kite did not hesitate to fight back and said: The chocolate is a big nail cover, and the kite is a big stomach, how can it? Mom is also stingy, and she eats some chocolate like that.

The woman smiled and said, "If you eat again, you will really become a little fat pig." Besides, if you eat too much sweet, you will have bad teeth, bad eyes, you see, your eyes have to paint, how can you do it if you don't protect your eyes?

Zhi Kite was discouraged and said: Zhi Kite can't say Mom, Dad-

With that, he turned back to the tall man for help. At this time, the man had already properly ordered tea and snacks, walked slowly towards them, hugged the kite that pounced over, and said softly: Dad ordered a lot of delicious food, can you eat more for a while?

The kite made a grimace at the woman, and said, "It's better to be a father."

The woman scolded in a low voice: stop kites, come here, sit down, don't run around, don't have no rules. You see, people are looking at you.

The man walked up to the woman, lowered his voice, but said unusually gently: I ordered you a pot of Pu'er tea.

The woman looked at him, smiled and said, "You said you brought us to dinner, and you came here to drink tea?"

The man's expression was full of tenderness, and there seemed to be no one else in his eyes, and he almost envied the tea customers around him, only to hear him say softly: The dim sum here is very famous, I thought about finding an interesting place to eat, so I thought of here, and besides, you have never been here, and the kite has not been here. It's just a bit of a drive here. But it's okay at night anyway, the steamed anchovy here is quite good, you should try it.

Du Ou looked at the couple and couldn't help but be stupid.

After a while, tea came, and the man poured the woman a cup first, and then a cup for himself. The snacks they ordered were similar to those they ordered, and after they were served one after another, the woman hugged the window and looked at the kites outside, and said, "Come, eat snacks." See, which one do you like best?

Zhi Kite looked at the various dim sum plates on the table, all kinds of colors, steaming hot. He pointed to the delicate little steamed dumplings and said: Mom, this, it's beautiful and fun.

The woman smiled and said, "Little silly pig, isn't this just steamed dumplings?" Have you forgotten that what your grandmother is best at is pasta, what noodles, dumplings, every time you go to her to eat this?

The man on one side put one in his basin, and another in the basin in front of the woman, and said in his mouth: This taste is different, it is vegetarian.

The woman glanced at him and said, "Yousheng, you can eat it yourself, I will clip it myself."

The man fell silent, and drank tea from his cup.

The woman watched the little boy named Zhi Kite eating the dumplings one bite at a time, and kept saying: Slow down, beware of choking.

The boy finished eating a dumpling in two bites, and kept saying, "Mom, this dumpling is so delicious." It's much better than Grandma Gao's.

The woman sneered and said, "You can't say this in front of Grandma Gao, she will be unhappy."

The kite blinked and said treacherously: This kite still understands. When I arrived at Grandma Gao's place, it was the dumplings she made that were the most delicious. However, my grandmother's beef and mutton dumplings are still my favorite, and you can eat twenty of them each time. Grandma was very happy.

The woman smiled, pointed to the tip of his nose, and said: People are small and big, when did you learn to be two-faced and three-knifed? However, your grandmother's beef and mutton dumplings are indeed a must, as well as the special dipping sauce made by her hometown, there is really nothing to say. When you say that, I feel like I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I really miss it. It's just that recently she has been abroad again and is not at home. When she comes home, Mom will take you to dinner, okay?

When the man on one side heard this, he asked, "Oh? Where did it go?

The woman took a sip of tea and said, "It seems to have gone to Africa."

The man drank his tea, looked happy, and said, "What are you doing there?" Tourism? Or is it an invitation?

The woman smiled and said: Aunt Gao is a celebrity now, and she still needs to spend her own money when she goes abroad? Of course, it was invited, as if she was now appointed as an international wildlife ambassador or something, I don't know the specifics.

The man drank tea and said: Didn't you write poetry? How did you become an ambassador for wildlife conservation?

The woman said, "Who knows?" My Aunt Gao has always been a strange woman, maybe now her poetry style has changed, and she has begun to pay attention to wild animals, maybe not.