"This is a free gift from our store to you, drunken crab." The little girl introduced.

"Okay, thanks." Luan Jin politely said to her.

"It's fine." The little girl replied with a smile and walked out.

She sent food back and forth several times, and at this time even she was familiar with the two people in the room a lot, and she still remembered that when she delivered food the last time, the man just looked at her, which made her can't help but look at it a few more times.

After she closes the door, she will remember the side face of a few seconds ago, and perhaps it is the only bit of excitement in her work today that makes her heart light up.

"This can't be raw, right?" Zhu Jia looked at the crab with the lotus leaves tied tightly in the plate.

"It's raw, you won't have eaten it, it's just drunk with wine, my uncle specializes in this, I've been eating it a lot lately, and I'm a little allergic to seafood now." Luan Jin said that this was a bit eloquent.

Zhu Jia looked at her expression and felt that she must have eaten well, looking at her current face, the skin on her face, there are some. Red. Run., do you even have some strength to speak?

"Wow!" He pursed his lips, with an expression that he couldn't look at directly, shook his head and said, "I can't eat raw, I have studied parasitology before, and there are so many parasites in this raw seafood. body., body. I can't stand it. He didn't even want to move the saucer again.

She couldn't understand: "Everyone eats like this, what's there?" Forget it, if you don't eat it, just put it aside, and wait for the waiter to come and let her bring it back, it's too wasteful to put it here directly. ”

Her chopsticks are still picking and choosing on the angsting fish, meat, quality, fat, tender, and so on. taste, this moment of effort, there is no whole thing on the plate.

"You're eating too fast." Zhu Jia said.

"It's so delicious, why don't you eat it fast." Her eyes widened a little, she should have been glaring at him, but she was still staring at the dish on the plate with her chopsticks, and she turned over one of the angsting fish in the middle.

"This fish soup and rice should be delicious, do you want to try it?"

"Hmm." He nodded approvingly, and dug a spoonful of rice from the large porcelain bowl, which was still quite full, but he was too embarrassed to dig it up, and left some for her to eat.

When stirring, he needs to pay attention to whether there are fish bones, he can already imagine the next moment. Enter. Mouth. of that kind of taste.

and the previous one. Stir-fry., meat. It's a lot like that, that is. Taste. Tao more. Fresh. Beauty. Some, if he could eat more, maybe he would like to eat more slowly and thinly. Product. Taste. A bit of one of them. Multiply. taste., this time is naturally about the same.

After graduation, after so many trips, every time I can meet a restaurant like this at dinner, I will give some adjustment and comfort to this long-term walk.

There was also a big bowl of tomato and egg soup next to it, and she took a good meal and drank it. At that moment, it was like a person who had been working in the desert for a long time to enjoy. Clear. Water. into the larynx. The moment brings the pole. end. Unfold. suitable, can make her forget all her existing state, but for a moment, let her. Think. To be again. Taste the taste of the ang thorn fish, even if it's just a drop. Soup., juice.

She. Look down. On the back of the stool, finally some heart. Full. Meaning. Foot. , she glanced at the man who was still holding the fish bones next to her, and said, "It's been in vain after walking all day today, and it's estimated that you're going to gain weight." ”

"Aren't we both the kind of people who don't get fat no matter how much we eat?" He replied.

"Yes." She smiled brightly and continued, "Okay, I'll go. Above. a toilet and you can go and put it first in a while. Yard. Swept. She said.

He didn't look at her when he responded, and took the whitebait eggs in the dish of the Ang Thorn Fish. Mix. Some. Taste. Road.

Walking into the corridor outside the cabin, she was a little drunk and stumbling, and her face was that happy and. Full. Foot. I don't have to think about it and I won't think about the superfluous dusty future.

Her afterglow still swept to the end of the cabin, and the sunlight that had never been very transparent glass was already . Gold. Yellow. Hue. of the afterglow.