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Chapter 304 Take off your shoes and get on the kang

Cen Qinghe glanced at it indifferently, and didn't take it to heart at all. He gave her the marketing director, and he went to drink the northwest wind?
The clerk led the two into a private room about [-] square meters in size. To the left of the door was a row of earth-built kangs, about three meters long and two meters wide. There were low tables in the middle of the kang, surrounded by cushion.

The decoration of the private room is completely built in the style of old farm houses in Northeast China, with yellow earth kang, mahogany cabinets, specially made old furnishings, and dried corn and dried peppers hanging on the wall.

Shang Shaocheng has been abroad for these years, and he also came to the north in the early years. He has eaten the so-called authentic Northeast cuisine, but he has never been in this kind of place. For a moment, he thought he had traveled to the landlord's house during the Anti-Japanese War. .

But after Cen Qinghe entered the door, she put her slippers on the kang and sat cross-legged on the cushion. She asked the clerk, "Will you burn the kang below here later?"

The clerk nodded in response: "It's cold now, and we've been burning it since last week. Sit down and rest for a while, and look at the menu. I'll help you set the kang on fire."

Standing by the door, Shang Shaocheng watched as the clerk took out a lighting device from his apron pocket, then bent down and squatted under the edge of the kang, and lit the stacked paper scraps and wooden piles inside.

The sound of crackling fire is not easy to hear at ordinary times.

Cen Qinghe took the menu and glanced sideways, seeing that Shang Shaocheng was still standing not far away, she said in surprise: "Come here."

Shang Shaocheng's expression was meaningful, as if he was surprised and a little speechless, he walked towards the kang with his long legs, and said as he walked, "Today really taught me a lot."

Cen Qinghe heard the slight mockery in his tone, raised his eyelids, and replied aloud: "A place has a local folklore and cultural heritage, do as the Romans do."

Shang Shaocheng deliberately went around the place where the fire was burning under the kang, sat a little farther away, looked at the surrounding furnishings, and asked aloud: "You all lived in this kind of house before?"

Cen Qinghe couldn't help but replied in a mocking tone: "Brother, I was born at the end of December [-]. My mother didn't have a kang after she went to elementary school. Can you be educated? According to you, NMG's children are still Riding to and from school all day long."

The clerk standing on the side couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing with a 'puchi'. Shang Shaocheng glanced at her, and then said to Cen Qinghe: "You are from [-]? I really don't know, I always thought you were [-] After that."

Cen Qinghe knew that Shang Shaocheng was deliberately finding fault, and looked up at him. She replied calmly: "I am born in the [-]s, so aren't you born in the [-]s? No, with your old and cunning heart, you came from the Qing Dynasty. Up to now, people may not have calculated you."

Shang Shaocheng felt that she was becoming more and more rampant now, he said anything casually, and she waited behind with a hundred and eighty words.If he wanted to hate her, there were outsiders around, so he wouldn't care to be as knowledgeable as her; but if he didn't, her arrogance was really too arrogant, so arrogant that he wanted to beat her up.

Cen Qinghe ordered the specialties here, stewed vermicelli with pork belly in iron pot, stewed chicken with mushrooms, and eggs with leek and yellow.

Passing the menu to Shang Shaocheng, she said, "See what you want to eat."

Shang Shaocheng casually flipped through the pages, picked up the teacup at hand, took a sip of the hot tea, and asked aloud, "Do you have meat at home?"

The clerk said, "There are dry fried ones and green onion ones, which one do you want?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "It's burnt with green onions."

When the clerk placed the order, Cen Qinghe asked confidently, "You also think the pork section in Northeast China is delicious, right?"

Shang Shaocheng thought to himself, I ordered it for you.

But when the words came to his lips, he replied lukewarmly: "General."

Cen Qinghe was annoyed by his unrealistic attitude. He obviously liked it, but he wanted to put on airs and hypocrisy.

Two people, ordered seven dishes and one soup, Cen Qinghe said: "Please don't order an odd number, choose another one."

Shang Shaocheng didn't even remember how many dishes he had ordered. Hearing this, he glanced back and said, "He's always a god, people don't have much skills, and there are many rules."

Cen Qinghe stared, "Hey, I'm kind enough to treat you to something..."

Shang Shaocheng lowered his gaze and interrupted: "Judging from this menu alone, it really fully reflects the 'simple folk customs' and 'bold personality' of the Northeast, and it doesn't stick to the idea of ​​'rare things are more expensive' at all." reason……"

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look back at him, and he said in a teasing tone: "No wonder you haven't grown a brain after so many years."

The clerk at the side couldn't hear what Shang Shaocheng wanted to say at all, but felt that his voice was deep and pleasant, coupled with that rare handsome face, it was pleasing to the eye and the heart.

But Cen Qinghe has known Shang Shaocheng for a long time, and knows his virtues.To say that the folk customs are simple and bold, to put it bluntly, is to say that the things here are big and cheap;

He was able to pick out so many faults in a roundabout way by looking at the menu, and Cen Qinghe really felt full before eating.

Urging him to order something casually, the clerk asked after confirming, "Do you two need any drinks?"

Cen Qinghe sat on the gradually heating kang and replied aloud: "Do you have your own home-brewed fruit bar here?"

"Yes, mountain fruit wine, ginseng wine, snake wine, we all have them."

Cen Qinghe said: "Are you talking about catties or cups?"

"Sell by the catty."

"Then bring me half a catty of fruit bars."

The clerk responded, and Shang Shaocheng looked at her and asked, "Drinking in broad daylight?"

Cen Qinghe replied in a provocative tone: "He beat people when he drank too much."

Shang Shaocheng immediately snorted, and then said: "What's wrong with me for half a catty? Judging by your tone, it must be two catties."

Cen Qinghe said: "You just finished the injection, you can't drink alcohol, half a catty is my own, I will ask someone to bring you coconut milk later, you can go drink milk."

Before Shang Shaocheng could answer, the clerk at the side said first: "Our snake wine and ginseng wine are both good for your health. Drinking them won't cause any problems, and they won't interfere with any medicine. You can try some of them. Son."

After the words fell, Shang Shaocheng said: "Bring me a catty as well."

"Snake wine and ginseng wine both cost a catty?" The clerk looked at Shang Shaocheng to confirm.

Shang Shaocheng said 'hmm', and Cen Qinghe frowned and said, "Why do you order so much wine?"

Shang Shaocheng said, "Don't worry, I'll pay the bill."

Cen Qinghe stared, and he said again: "It seems that you are quite confident in your drinking capacity."

Cen Qinghe raised his eyebrows, "Do you have an opinion?"

Shang Shaocheng said: "Then today, on behalf of the people in your hometown, have a drink with me. Let me see if you Northeast people can drink as much as the legend says."

He deliberately provoked her, and Cen Qinghe could hear that she was worried that he would be uncomfortable if he drank too much just after the injection, but she couldn't say what she cared about at the moment.Seeing Shang Shaocheng's fearless face, Cen Qinghe hesitated for a while, and finally fell into the trap, "Drink it, just drink it, it just so happens that I really want to drink today, so you have caught up."

The clerk stood by and listened to the conversation between the two, and seeing that it was confirmed, he turned around and went out.

After she left, only Shang Shaocheng and Cen Qinghe were left in the room. At first, there was no one in the room and no fire was lit, so it was deserted. Both of them were wearing coats, but when the kang was on fire, it was only eight percent Kung fu, the bottom of the buttocks has warmed up.

Cen Qinghe took off her coat and put it aside, looking cross-legged at Shang Shaocheng who was still sitting on the edge of the Kang, she frowned lightly and urged, "Come on, what are you doing sitting down?"

Shang Shaocheng glanced at her crossed legs, and said with disgust: "I don't have this habit."

Cen Qinghe tilted his neck and said with a snort, "Could it be that the socks are broken, and I'm sorry for the slippers?"

Shang Shaocheng's handsome face darkened, thanks to her being able to figure it out.

Seeing his expression, she couldn't help laughing out loud.Shang Shaocheng suddenly stood up from the edge of the kang and walked towards her. There was less than two meters between the two of them. Seeing this, Cen Qinghe rolled and crawled to hide in the kang.

Shang Shaocheng stood under the kang, she turned her head to look at him fiercely, startled and laughed, and said with a tangled expression: "Do you want to fight?"

Shang Shaocheng replied in a deep voice: "Come here."

Cen Qinghe raised his eyebrows and said, "Am I stupid?"

Obviously suppressing his anger, he said again: "Come here, I won't hit you."

"Come on, do I look particularly demented?"

She sat cross-legged in the innermost part of the kang, three arms away from Shang Shaocheng, she was confident that he would not be able to reach her, so she looked very relaxed.This relaxation will inevitably feel contemptuous.

Shang Shaocheng endured her for a long time, and stared at her for a few seconds. Suddenly, in front of her, he lifted his long leg, stepped on the edge of the kang with one foot, and brazenly began to untie his shoelace.

Cen Qinghe immediately lost his composure, because the expression on Shang Shaocheng's face was not ruthless, but a smirk.

The alarm bells rang in her mind, and Cen Qinghe instinctively sensed that danger was approaching. She hurriedly changed her expression, and said seriously and vigilantly: "Hey, don't take off your shoes, just talk if you have something to say."

She thinks Shang Shaocheng's shoes are very good-looking, they are the style she likes, the color, fur, style... The small boots have to be worn with long legs to look good.

Swallowing without a trace, she was approaching the city, and she took the time to look at his legs and shoes in a panic.

In a blink of an eye, Shang Shaocheng had already taken off one shoe, and stepped on the edge of the kang with his foot in pure white cotton socks. He asked aloud, "Look, is the sock broken?"

When he was with her, his IQ was occasionally not online, making her look like a silly duo.

Seeing that he was about to take off the other shoe, Cen Qinghe took the initiative to get up and walked over, squatting on the edge of the kang, clasped his hands together, and said dog-leggedly: "I was wrong, I took the initiative to come and admit my mistake, you don't have to come up and hit me."

It has to be said that she has a good grasp of Shang Shaocheng's mind now, if he finishes taking off the other shoe, it won't be just a few words and it's over after he gets on the kang.

Seeing her squatting in front of him like a puppy, Shang Shaocheng raised his hand and pushed her head directly, pushing her to sit on the kang.

Staring at her unhappily, he deliberately threatened in a low voice, "You've been really arrogant recently, you're happy, you die fast, don't you know?"

Cen Qinghe fell on the kang, it didn't hurt, but it was quite humiliating.

After turning over and sitting up, she glanced back and said, "Can't you treat me better? Life is already so hard, why are you so hard?"

(End of this chapter)