Wan Jingting's voice was smiling: "drink less, leave some space to eat."

Then he touched her abdomen.

Tong en was almost amused by him, pretending to be angry, "don't touch me."

She looked down at the food in her bowl and took two or three mouthfuls. She nuzui said, "what do you want to eat so fast? Good things should be tasted slowly."

"Why is it so slow?"

Tong en looked at him for a long time in silence until he finished eating. He raised his head and told her that he needed a tissue. At that moment, Tong en blinked. He found a package of tissue from his bag and gave it to him.

After a pause, something very different appeared in his eyes, floating from the deep sea and finally on the sea. But he soon dropped his eyes and said, "if you like, we can come often."

With a smile on his face, Tong en swallowed his face and said, "as long as it's simple, it's good."

Wan Jingting sat opposite, picking his eyebrows.

"What?"

"That's good." She burst into a picturesque smile and said something.

"Good." Tong en also enjoyed beef noodles while it was hot. Her ears were full of noisy city car sirens, advertisements for big price cuts, and the voices of many customers. All the pictures were very real. She quietly looked up at him. The man was drinking soup with thin lips. Her heart was calm and at ease.

"Well." He light way, "how don't eat, you also eat."

"Well, not bad."

Tong en watched him with his cheeks in his hands and laughed quietly. After he finished the soup, he took a piece of beef and dipped it in the sauce. Then he put it into the mouth. When he chewed slowly, Tong en was looking forward to it. He took another bite of noodles and continued to eat. When a man eats, he is very elegant. His handsome face doesn't change much. She laughs.

The man has been staring at her, smell speech end up a small bowl to drink a mouthful of soup, and help up chopsticks.

"Try it."

The landlady presented two bowls of steaming beef noodles. Wan Jingting sat on the chair, frowning at the bowl of ordinary things, as if hesitating. Tong en took the chopsticks and spoon, scalded it with tea, and asked for two small bowls. He added some, carefully picked out the garlic crumbs, and then put them in front of him.

Or reluctantly deleted those photos, and then turned to continue to eat noodles in the bowl.

"This..." The girl bit the lip, tangled eyes, and finally bowed the operation, "sorry."

Tong en and the girl students looked at each other for a few seconds and said with a faint smile, "sorry, my husband doesn't like being stolen. Please delete all the photos."

The silent man said nothing.

Tong en looked up a little and saw that she was a middle school girl in school uniform. She was taking pictures of him with her mobile phone. After reaction, she also looked at Tong en and felt embarrassed. She touched the bangs in front of her forehead and explained: "that's really handsome."

The man shrugged his shoulders, gentle and harmless. The next second, he said to the girl who kept pressing the shutter with his mobile phone: "don't take pictures, thank you."

Then he began to eat.

The man seems to adapt to the small restaurant, gradually calm, will use up the paper towel gently knead into a ball, throw into the garbage can, eyes wantonly linger on the face of a woman enjoying a bowl of ordinary beef noodles.

She is very cute when she eats. A piece of beef needs to be dipped in a lot of sauces, even noodles, which makes people suspect that she is eating sauces.