"Come on, let's do it, how can we do it without eating?"

A table of people, sitting in black pressure, the pressure of the original group of people in Xuyi doubled.

Leng Sicheng also said lightly: "In Zhining's words just now, there is a very good sentence, 'The more we avoid suspicion, the more it seems that we have an ulterior relationship.'" Since there is no ulterior relationship in the first place, of course you must do what you say, Zhining, do you say what I said? ”

After he finished saying this, he glanced at Nie Zhining with fluttering eyes, and then "by the way" glanced at Gu Qingqing, who was sitting precariously, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Eat, why don't you eat." ”

Gu Qingqing's first reaction was to immediately look down to see if there was a tablecloth on this table, and when she saw that there was none, she breathed a sigh of relief - she finally didn't have to worry that Leng Sicheng would reach out and touch her big legs!

She raised her head happily, and when she was about to pick up the chopsticks to eat, the hotel staff served another pot of vegetables - spicy crayfish.

Gu Qingqing was stunned for a moment, turned his head and glanced at Leng Sicheng, Leng Sicheng's eyes were faint, and he didn't seem to look at Gu Qingqing at all.

She remembered that after Leng Sicheng took the "Western Poetry Elective" course with her, he specially invited her out for dinner, and that meal was spicy crayfish.

This is also the first time that Leng Sicheng and Gu Qingqing went out to eat alone, and they were naturally impressed.

Spicy crayfish has quickly become a snack on the street since it became popular in China more than ten years ago.

Leng Sicheng lived in the West when he was a child, and Westerners rarely ate crayfish. After returning to China, his parents didn't let him eat this kind of street food. And Gu Qingqing's time, it was the first time.

He remembered that it was a summer night, and he had thought for days to come up with such a reason to ask her out to take her to a big meal.

Unexpectedly, Gu Qingqing may be embarrassed, but instead said to him: "Since it's a treat, is it up to me to call the shots?" Why don't we go eat crayfish? ”

Leng Sicheng was a little curious and a little puzzled, and followed Gu Qingqing to a food street near the university, and found this small broken restaurant in the corner full of oil stains and sewage flowing on the street. Leng Sicheng is a bit clean, and when he saw this situation, he immediately frowned slightly, not wanting to go in.

Gu Qingqing also beckoned to him: "Come in." Don't look at the mess, things are still very clean. ”

He hesitated and walked in. Soon a large pot of lobsters was served. Looking at this pot of things with teeth and claws, Leng Sicheng almost had nowhere to start. Gu Qingqing picked up a lobster and showed him how to eat lobster: "Tear off the shrimp head, cut off the tail and shrimp shell, and then shave the shrimp line with a toothpick." Oh, this is the white and tender shrimp, the taste is very good, do you want to eat a piece? ”

It was the first time he had eaten crayfish, and the first time he had eaten food that other girls had cooked for him. Such a broken environment, because of her, things burst out with the strongest taste memory, which is the deepest delicacy in his impression.

"Come, do you want to eat a piece? Mouth. Leng Sicheng's call instantly pulled Gu Qingqing back to reality. She subconsciously opened her mouth, and a piece of crayfish meat with a spicy oil fragrance had already landed in her mouth.

In front of the audience!