Chapter 155

They went through nine turns and eighteen turns to find the so-called porridge shop. The ancient buildings are not compatible with the modern prosperity, but they are just right in the deep place.

As soon as you enter, Xia Zhixing is attracted by everything in front of you. The light of light orange casts a layer of yarn on the whole store, which seems to have a different kind of temptation. Red candle brocade yarn, hazy smoke.

"This is..." Xia Zhixing is about to ask Zuo Fengnan where it is, when she is interrupted by a woman in Qipao.

"Young master Zuo, it's the same again." The cheongsam with low slit and a chopstick on its head is made by hand. It seems to have a faint fragrance. Look at her attitude, obviously and Zuo Fengnan is an old acquaintance.

"Yes." Unlike Zuo Fengnan in the past, he took a seat at will. In the past, Zuo Fengnan would be very picky about such a small shop. However, here, it seems to be the same as at home. It converges his anger, neutralizes his sharpness, and gives people a kind of gentle feeling.

Slightly puzzled, sitting opposite Zuo Fengnan, "you often come here." If there is no answer from him, he will have the answer in his heart.

"Well, it's comfortable here." It's like growing up with him. Xia Zhixing searches his mind for the memory of his last life, but there is no store, or the cheongsam woman just now. Is it because she has changed her original track?

When Xiangmi congee came up, I didn't understand what it was, so I subconsciously wanted to take a spoon to my mouth.

Zuo Fengnan's eyes are quick to stop. If it goes on like this, it's estimated that she won't have to speak this afternoon. Eyes some blurred looking at left Fengnan, this appearance is to let him to the mouth of the blame can't say out.

"What do you think all day long? This porridge has just come out of the pot." Put the spoon in the small bowl on the side and try to make it cool down.

"Ah? What's the matter? " Up to now, Xia Zhixing didn't understand what Zuo Fengnan meant. Didn't she come here to have porridge? What's the meaning of taking her porridge? Don't let her eat?

In my heart, I label Zuo Fengnan stingy. Since I'm not ready to let her eat, I lean back in anger. When Zuo Fengnan doesn't exist in front of me, it's the same.

What thoughts are written on the face, but also save the heart of speculation. Zuo Fengnan also roughly guessed the dissatisfaction in Xia Zhixing's heart, "just see you think things too seriously, if this one goes on, it's estimated that you have a few more crystal beads in your mouth."

Crystal beads? Blister? Seems to think of something, Xia Zhixing embarrassed to scratch his head, as a protective cover. This is Zuo Fengnan's explanation, originally did not feel anything, but listen to him specially mentioned, it seems to become her unreasonable.

He snatched the spoon from the bowl with a strong force. He didn't believe in evil. It was surrounded by smoke. He seemed to be standing in the cloud looking for treasure. He wanted to put it in his mouth, but he couldn't see everything above.

Finally, in Zuo Fengnan's smiling eyes, he gave up this wayward move. In this war, she gave up.

"Well, I like to eat it while it's hot. It's nutritious."

Zuo Fengnan's eyebrows are frivolous, but Xia Zhixing reads the word "please" from his performance. Is it lifting a stone to hit his feet.

"Just eat your food. Can I have enough?"

The voice from behind startled Xia Zhixing. She turned around and saw that the woman was just standing behind her with a tray. The woman took out the dishes from the tray and put them on the table. As for the tray, she put it on the side. Anyway, a special person came to clean it up.

The whole person sat on the side of Zuo Fengnan's body, but looking at Zuo Fengnan's appearance, there was no discomfort. I don't know why, this scene in front of me makes a corner of my heart a little uncomfortable. I can't say what it feels like.

The heart that has seen through all this is silent. "Young master, this is to bring me here to open my eyes." In her impression, it seems that only Tang luoan and Joe Jesse can make fun of her. In addition to these two people, no one can win in Zuo Fengnan, and the woman in front of her is obviously not vulgar.

The porridge in the small bowl as left Fengnan, there is a set of not a set of poke, the original grain of rice has become a paste.

"Miss Xia, I don't like the signboard in my shop. It's Fengnan's favorite." Inexplicably mentioned, left Fengnan cow head looking at the woman in front of him, what's up.

Xin Lin put his hand under the table and pinched Zuo Fengnan hard. Someone's expression was slightly stiff. "I'm helping you." The mouth doesn't move, the light voice sends out from the heart's mouth, and what you see in Xia Zhixing's eyes is their flirting.

Originally sweet and delicious rice porridge is like a candle, tasteless food, symbolic to eat two will put down the bowl. Pick up the side of the wipes gently wipe the corners of the mouth.

"Why don't you eat? You're just sick. Eat more porridge to make up for your health."

Eat yourself. In the heart maliciously scolded a left Feng Nan, but the face is still silent. "This porridge is delicious, but it's a little sweet. I don't like sweet things recently.""Sweet?" Zuo Fengnan tasted his porridge, which was the same as before. He thought there was something wrong with Xia Zhixing's porridge, so he tasted a spoon from her porridge bowl. "I don't think it's sweet."

Xin Lin looks at it funny, and some secretly scold Zuo Fengnan for his incomprehensible amorous feelings. No wonder other girls

"Since Miss Xia doesn't like this taste, there is a new one in our store. You can try it. It's more in line with your mood." It seems that Xia Zhixing has some meaning. Looking at her smiling heart, she is not sure what she is thinking.

Before he could wait for Xia Zhixing to refuse, Xin Liu asked the waiter to make "special dishes" on his own. Originally, I was worried that no one would taste these dishes. Isn't there a suitable person?

It has to be said that the speed of the store is OK, but in about ten minutes, the waiter came with a bowl of porridge with a lid on it, a little mysterious.

Even Zuo Fengnan didn't see this porridge very much, but he was not very interested in it. Xinluo just passed the time to open this shop, so he would make some strange things whenever he had time. Just think of it as the latest one. It's hard for them to guess the woman's mind, and he doesn't want to. Anyway, there are people who are willing to be experimented by her.

With curiosity, he lifted the top cover.

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