Chapter 40： I'll eat with her noble

Chapter 40 You are honored to accompany her to eat

The air is full of thick smoke and the spicy flavor of hot pot ingredients.

Qiao Nian said a few words to the middle-aged woman, and asked him to find a place.

At this moment, it is time for students to leave school and for workers to leave work. The 30 tables on the side of the road are almost full.

Fortunately, there is a place near the corner.

Ye Wangchuan saw Qiao Nian lightly passing the road, pressed the phone on the table, occupied the position, and then turned back and asked him, "Do you want chili for your Mala Tang?"

Ye Wangchuan was as conspicuous as a group of people, his bloodthirsty eyes looked at the bowl of the young man next to them.

A layer of hot red oil floated in the white porcelain bowl.

He hasn't eaten yet, his throat and stomach have begun to ache.

"...play less."

Qiao Nian's eyebrows were three-pointed wildly, and snapped his fingers: "OK. Where's the blood, do you want to add it?"

Beijing, who doesn’t know that Wang Ye never eats messy things, and he is not sensitive to visceral foods, even French foie gras.

It's not that you don't eat it, it's that you will be allergic to it.

Ye Wangchuan squeezed his forehead, his head hurts a little, and his voice was low and seductive: "No, just give me a bowl of the most common powder."

Qiao Nian blinked his eyes, those eyes were dark and bright, as if he could see his weakness in an instant, and his voice was loose: "Can't you eat the offal?"

Ye Wangchuan didn’t know where she had seen it, at least he hadn’t said so himself.

When I want to talk again, the beautiful and sassy girl has closed her eyes and is ready to get food: "Don't need viscera, there are less peppers, right, I know."

……

The tables, chairs and stools of the roadside stall are too small for him.

It is less than half a meter in height, and it is combined with a shorter plastic stool to form a table. The simple thing is like a house wine.

Fortunately, although the tables and chairs are simple, it can be seen that the boss likes to be tidy and wipe them clean.

He bent over and pulled out a stool to sit down.

He is tall, with long hands and long feet, and the plastic stool is short. He can barely sit down until he flexes, and there is almost nowhere to put his long legs.

Ye Wangchuan was so embarrassed for the first time. Even if he had faced a rain of bullets, he had never been so embarrassed now.

"coming."

Qiao Nian came back soon, holding two bowls in his hand. The bowl was hot with smoke, and it looked hot.

"This is yours. I didn't put many peppers."

A bowl of hot and sour noodles was placed on the table in front of him. It was fragrant and there was only a thin layer of red oil on it, which did not look spicy.

"this is mine."

Qiao Nian pulled the stool opposite him and sat down. A bowl of hot and sour noodles with the same red color looked much hotter, with a layer of oily pepper floating on it. In addition to the sweet potato noodles, there were duck blood and bean sprouts in the bowl...

She easily pulled out two pairs of disposable chopsticks from the chopstick holder, opened one pair and handed it to him, and then opened another pair by herself.

looked in a good mood and said, “Malatang must be eaten hot before it is delicious. Aunt Chen’s craftsmanship is very good. The students and people in the vicinity love to come here to eat, you try.”

"Yep."

Ye Wangchuan looked at the way she was eating very fragrant, with an inexplicable appetite, lowered his head, picked up a chopstick with a chopstick, and tried it.

The sweet potato flour is hot and tender in the hot pot ingredients, while the bean sprouts are just broken, which just integrates the spiciness, refreshing and refreshing. He hadn't tried this street food before, and he didn't expect it to taste good. He raised the corners of his mouth, the hostility in his eyes receded a lot, and his shoulders relaxed like Qiao Nian.

(End of this chapter)