Chapter 3:

The favored one has no fear, always thinking that the human love is deep-rooted, no matter when and where, as long as he turns back, he can always see the person waiting behind him.

How do you know, the word love is the most annoying, but also the most hurtful, often too tired of love, can not support it, so it is better to leave, simply flee, and save yourself from self-suffering.

Although I don't know if my guess is correct, Ah Lian thinks that this is likely to be the true state of mind of Marshal Baowei when he left Beijing.

It's not just because the Gu poison in the body goes crazy from time to time,

is even more because this relationship is too heavy, and it is already a boat. The beloved has become someone else's person, and if you love too tired, too tired, even if you want to entangle, you can't. What's more, such a person is not good at stalking with a dead face.

In the past, if it weren't for the fact that the son was too active, with that person's passive temperament, the two of them would be afraid that it would be difficult to burn any love seedlings in their lives.

The restaurant served the food quickly. The dishes that Ah Lian had ordered before were held on a tray and sent into the private room one after another.

Ah Lian took out a jade box from her bosom, and inside the jade box was a pair of long ivory chopsticks. She personally cleaned it with tea and then wiped it clean, and then reminded Qinghe softly: "Childe, it's time to eat." ”

Qinghe withdrew his gaze from the window, and he slowly sat up straight, but in the face of the dishes on this large table, he really had no appetite at all.

If you don't eat or drink, I'm afraid that if you don't find the woman who holds Bao'er's burial place, you will have to take the first step to eat.

He picked up his chopsticks, tasted only one bite of each dish, and ate slowly. But when a chopstick poked into the steamed mandarin fish, a strange fragrance spread.

The fish is fresh and fragrant.

He put a chopstick of fish meat into his lips and chewed it carefully, but he tasted a little bit of taste.

Ah Lian kept looking at Qinghe, knowing that her son didn't like to be disturbed by others when he was eating, so she kept silent. But she is like a roundworm in Qinghe's stomach, just looking at the plain expression on Qinghe's face, she already knows that this dish must be very suitable for Qinghe's appetite.

Seeing that Qinghe had another chopstick fish meat, he looked like he had a big appetite, and Ah Lian's eyes lit up. I secretly said in my heart that I have to inquire about this cook, the child's picky mouth is not a day or two, if you can, when you return to Beijing after this trip, maybe you can bring this cook?

In this way, it is good that Childe will only eat one or two more meals per meal in the future!

Dong Huiying didn't know that the scum she tried so hard to avoid was now sitting in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant, tasting the steamed mandarin fish she had cooked not long ago.

She was sweating profusely around the stove.

"Chef Liang, why do you like to sweat so much?" Zhang Er asked with a curious look.

Dong Huiying: "......" she said in her heart, I don't want to sweat, but I can't help it, the skeleton is too small. In order to support this seemingly burly and tall physique, I put several cotton clothes under my padded jacket and stuffed a lot of cotton.

Why do you sweat?

It's not because I'm wearing too much!

In a blink of an eye, it was time for dinner again, and everyone in the back kitchen was lacking in skills, eager to break people into two pieces and treat one person as two people.

A busy day has passed.

In the evening, Ah Lian Qinghe came to this restaurant again, and this time Ah Lian ordered the new Liang Gang Chef to cook. Although Childe only ate a small half bowl of rice with the dishes, this is also a big improvement compared to the previous days.

This made Ah Lian very happy.