Chapter 44

Qin Qing's name is so nice. It's like the heroine in Qiongyao's book.

Originally, I was very nervous. After seeing her, I was not so nervous. She made me feel like a babbling stream, which made my heart calm down.

I sat down in front of her, she looked at me and said with a smile: "Sang Qi told me about your taste, so I ordered a few dishes. I've been here, and some dishes are still good."

The one who sings Pingtan has stepped down, and the one who talks about Pingshu.

I said that I, an unemployed vagrant, had a lot of time at her disposal. She laughed and asked the waiter to remove the leftovers from the table and quickly served a pot of new tea and some fruit and melon seeds.

I know the topic is coming. Mrs. sang is a man of self-restraint. She knows that talking about too heavy topics during dinner will make me indigestive, so she plans to say it after dinner.

This place is a restaurant at noon and evening. In the afternoon, it's a teahouse. After we finished eating, Mrs. sang asked me if I was free. Could I sit down for a while.

She looked at me very leniently and laughed. Her eyebrows and eyes were full of tenderness. Originally, she was very nervous about a meal, but she ate it very well, and her body and mind were comfortable.

I also told her about the gutter oil and dead pork workshop that I had destroyed. When I finished, I regretted it, because Mrs. Sang was eating her crab balls.

She didn't ask about my family, my life experience, birthplace and so on. We were just like friends. She told me the history of Suzhou Pingtan and how to make these Hangzhou dishes.

In this way, we finished a meal peacefully, and didn't talk about any topic of sangqi.

When she was nagging me, she felt that there was something of a mother's taste. Mrs. Sang was rare, but she didn't have the domineering and domineering manner of Mrs. Kuo. She felt very comfortable with her.

I don't know if she listened to Suzhou Pingtan on the stage a little more. She even thought that Mrs. sang had some Suzhou Hangzhou accent, soft and waxy.

Mrs. sang looked at me: "if you are not pregnant, I will give you this pill. Although you young people are in good health, pregnant women still need to eat less crabs."

Before Mrs. Sang's ball moved, I had eaten a big round one.

When I raised my head, the fragrance of the powder was still in my mouth, but my brain immediately woke up.

I was so hungry that I forgot that Mrs. Sang was sitting opposite me and ate the whole meatball in one breath.

The lion head with crab meat really deserves its reputation. The flavor of crab meat is very good. There are crab meat and pork in it. It's soft and chewy. It's very delicious.

She looked at me, holding my arm hand gently released: "a little powder should not matter, then you eat it!"

"It doesn't matter. I have no taboos."

As she was about to deliver it to her mouth, Mrs. sang suddenly took my hand: "I remember that pregnant women can't eat crabs."

I had to be a little more reserved. According to my usual eating habits, I used chopsticks to put the lion's head in my mouth and bite half of it off. But in front of Mrs. Sang's face, I used a small spoon to cut off a small piece.

"Eat Said Mrs. sang.

The lion's head with crab meat is a small cup for each person. When you open the lid of the brown pottery pot, there is a big round milk white ball, which is also decorated with brilliant yellow crab meat. It makes people salivate at a glance.

I remember one day when I seemed to nag sang Qi, he should have noticed and ordered this restaurant today.

I'm not picky about food, but I have a tough mouth. There's nothing I don't want to eat, but I have to make it delicious.

Soon the dish came up. It really has the characteristics of Huaiyang cuisine and hangbang cuisine. Crab bean curd and crab meat lion head have always been my favorite dishes these days.

No matter what Mrs. sang says later, I'll like her.

People who can dress up will skillfully use those jewelry to add luster to her, instead of making those bright toilers become a burden on her.

Unlike the rich ladies I have always known, she is resplendent and magnificent. She is wearing a fish white cheongsam and two earrings with emerald face and platinum bottom on her ears. They are not big, but they complement each other.

Mrs. sang gave a shallow smile. I like her smile very much. There are two small pear vortices on her lips. The two shallow ones are indistinct. Her dimples make her look less than 30 or 40 years old.

I nodded, "thanks to him."

Sang Qi said everything to his mother.

"He was fired because of him, wasn't he?"

"Well, a fired journalist." I'll be honest.

She added tea to me: "I heard you are a reporter?"

She is looking at me with a gentle smile.

I didn't know I regretted it until I finished drinking it. I quickly raised my eyes to see Mrs. sang on the opposite side.

Tea is not hot. It's jasmine tea. It's very fragrant, and the cup is not big, so it's just a mouthful to drink.I took the cup and forgot to be reserved. I poured the tea into my mouth.

I was a little depressed and annoyed. How did sang Qi reveal all my cards to me in front of his mother? It made me feel like I was sitting in front of Mrs. sang without clothes.

I was surprised again. I'm a person with good psychological quality. Nothing can surprise me one after another.

I think I was surprised by her expression, she poured me tea, and then gently put the teapot on the corner of the table, looked into my eyes, explained to me: "Sang Qi told me, you have his child."

I was surprised. Today, I was afraid that she would see that she was wearing a slightly looser coat. Because she hadn't arrived in three months, it's not special. It's basically the same as ordinary people.

She took the teapot from my hand with a smile. Her eyes flashed over my abdomen. Her voice was very light and her tone was very light: "it's inconvenient for me to sit down."

Although I'm not very keen on serving people, I have to be polite to my elders.

Mrs. sang took up the teapot and poured tea for me. I got up from my chair in a hurry and grabbed the teapot in a hurry: "I'll come, I'll come."

"I'm not picky. I can eat anything." I said.

He patted the startled wood heavily: "the letter says that Chu Liuxiang was injured by Xiao Li's flying knife, and Chu Liuxiang was taken to Pansi cave by he Yingying to heal his wounds..."

I looked at the little fat Dun on the stage, thinking about the relationship between Xiao Li Feidao, Chu Liuxiang and Pansi cave. Mrs. sang took a sip from her teacup and opened her mouth slowly.

"Sang Qi wants to marry you."