Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 38

The place to eat is a well-known hot pot restaurant in Ning City.

Its pork belly and chicken soup base is as delicious as poppy, which has kept many repeat customers.

Fortunately, Jing Sheng made a reservation early, which saved him from wasting a long time waiting outside.

The two were arranged to sit by the window, and the waiter handed them a menu and a pencil, asking them to tick off their favorite pot bottoms and ingredients.

Jing Sheng took it, turned around and spread the menu in front of Yu Zhile: "You order."

"Whatever you want to eat." He added.

After speaking, I couldn’t help but make my own recommendations: “Lo noodles, squid slippery, claypot rice…all are very good.”

Yu Zhile turned the pen around, and when she squeezed it back into her hand again, she raised her eyes from across the table: "Do you or I?"

Jing Sheng laughed out the row of familiar little white teeth again: "Of course you order, I'll listen to you."

So the woman bowed her head, and very neatly selected ten kinds of meat and vegetables, including the ones mentioned by Jing Sheng.

The waiter was about to take away the menu when Jing Sheng waved her hand.

The young woman immediately bent down and listened attentively. Jing Sheng seemed to have confessed something. She nodded her head several times before leaving with a smile.

As soon as she left, Yu Zhile asked, "What are you talking about?"

Jing Sheng grabbed the two chopsticks at hand: "I asked her to serve more of each item. My girlfriend is too thin, so I need to eat more."

"Heh." Yu Zhile chuckled.

Jing Sheng propped his lips, staring at Yu Zhile intently.

one second,
ten seconds,

20 seconds,
half a minute,
Yu Zhile felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, but he never avoided his eyes, and only uttered two words: "Eyes."

"What?"

"Move."

"……why?"

"It's annoying to be watched."

"Then I see other women?" Jing Sheng looked left and right for a moment, looking around.

"..."

Not a moment later, the two naked eyes were pulled back again: "Ah...it's unsightly, but you are the one to catch the eye."

Yu Zhile decided not to talk to him anymore.

The bottom of the pot was brought up by a waiter in a white robe, and while it was boiling, Jing Sheng glanced at a very neutral black square bag beside Yu Zhile, and couldn't help saying, "It's the first time I see you. Bring a bag."

Yu Zhile also glanced over, and replied, "The one with the camera."

"What are you doing with the camera?" Jing Sheng asked, but it didn't mean Zhile answered, he immediately fell in love with himself, shaking his shoulders: "Do you want to take pictures of me?"

Yu Zhile didn't deny it, but took out the mirrorless camera, turned it on, pointed it at Jing Sheng's face, and adjusted the mirror to focus.

This camera has been dusty for a long time, and she just wanted to try the effect.

"Hey," Jing Sheng blinked, but before he could react, "Is this the shot?"

The click of the camera answered him simply and rudely.

Just as Yu Zhile was about to take a look at the snap shot just now, a hand was already stretched out from the opposite side, and she was caught off guard, and snatched her micro-single camera.

"I closed my eyes," Jing Sheng operated with both hands with ease: "Delete delete delete!"

"Don't delete it," Yu Zhile couldn't stop him, and leaned back on the sofa helplessly: "I'll just look at the effect of the photo, don't care about those details."

Jing Sheng plausibly said: "How can you not care, the appearance in the photo is what you look like in the eyes of the other party, understand?"

What strange argument, Yu Zhile smiled: "Then what were you like just now?"

Jing Sheng: "Like a blind man."

Yu Zhile raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you blind?"

"Where am I blind?"

"Like me." She replied calmly.

"..."

Her words and attitude were so blocking that Jing Sheng couldn't think of a reason to dismiss her for a while.

He simply raised his camera, retaliated with fire, and took a picture of the woman across the table without saying hello in advance.

Cut back, stared at the photo carefully for a while with downcast eyes, and then put the camera back pretending to be angry, and asked: "Look carefully, why isn't this woman worthy of liking?!"

Yu Zhile glanced at the small screen, a small, static self was sitting there.She replied: "I don't know."

Jing Sheng lifted a chopstick, paused in the air, and seemed to be confirming on a fixed point: "Yes, I like the way she deliberately said something to anger me."

"Oh." Yu Zhile couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth from rising at this moment.

In the pot, the thick soup, which was as white as milk, boiled and bubbled up.

After picking out the overcooked chicken to eat, the waiter brought the last two plates of mushrooms, and helped them put the snowflake beef, crab roe and shrimp balls into the pot first.

As for the vegetables, the original bland soup suddenly became delicious in color and taste.

Jing Sheng kept giving Yu Zhile meat and vegetables, and Yu Zhile repeatedly said to do it himself, but it was of no use, he could only accept his fate and accept his increasingly full belly.

Really struggling, Yu Zhile put down his chopsticks and slowly.

At this moment, a guy with a short cut and wearing a short chef uniform suddenly pulled a trolley and stopped by their table. His eyes were big and swollen, like some kind of goldfish.

The little brother took a look at the list on the table, and asked: "You guys ordered lo mein at this table, and I'm performing now, is it convenient for you?"

"Okay," Jing Sheng ordered, tilting his head, "You start."

"Okay." The little brother nodded.

Then, the little brother turned around and turned on the music. With the music, the little brother danced with the dough in his hand.

The prelude is familiar, Princess Zhou's "Confession Balloon".

...He is still a lo mein brother with his own BGM...

Accompanied by the brisk melody, the dough, which was originally short and fat, became more and more slender...

In his hands, it seemed to be a living ribbon, flexibly flipping and flying...

This may also be called the dance of food, the art of the kitchen.

Yu Zhile picked up the camera beside her and recorded the cute "dancer" in uniform.

At the end of the song, the little brother turned back and faced their table, holding the noodles firmly with both hands, finishing in one go.

He panted slightly, but he also used his heart and tried his best.

The moment Yu Zhile put down the mirrorless camera, the little brother shook his arms suddenly, raised them in the air, and showed the finished product in his hand without leaving any room.

Suddenly, the lo mein, which was just an ordinary round shape, turned into a "heart shape" the size of half a person.

Before Yu Zhile came back to her senses, the little brother had already smiled at her: "Miss Yu, this is the loving lo mein that your boyfriend asked us to give you."

"..."

Yu Zhile was a little dazed, and looked back at Jing Sheng.

Jing Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, as if enjoying her reaction: "Happy New Year, Miss Yu."

Yu Zhile didn't fully understand Jing Sheng's methods until the noodles were put into the pot. It was the first time, she swore it was the first time, including in those film and television works, she had never seen a male protagonist show love in this way .

"Eat." Seeing the woman looking at him in disbelief, Jing Sheng was also surprised, but he still enthusiastically picked noodles for her: "My heart is already cooked, eat it while it's hot, eat it all, it all belongs to you. "

Yu Zhile narrowed his eyes and looked at the lump of noodles in the small bowl: "Is this your heart?"

"Correct."

"Why is there color? Isn't your heart innocent?" She deliberately teased him.

Jing Sheng raised his lips: "I asked the waiter to add carrot juice."

"Want to make it red?" In the end, the pigment was wrong.

"No, it's yellow," Jing Sheng boasted, "My heart is yellow."

He sat in the same place, swayed from side to side, and lowered his throat shamelessly: "It's very yellow, very violent, I won't lie to you."

Yu Zhile couldn't help laughing, she never knew that in life, there could be so many happy moments that make people unable to hold back their laughter.

After dinner, I planned to go shopping with Jing Sheng again.

A phone call came from the house, saying that Uncle Huang’s family was going to visit relatives in other places on the fourth day of the junior high school. He didn’t know when he would return. He was afraid that he would not be able to record his family’s well-known naughty drama before the seventh day of the new year, so Xu Zhen came to ask Yu Zhile’s whereabouts. .

They are too old to fiddle with things like electronics and numbers, so it depends on their young people.

Before leaving, standing next to the woman's motorcycle, Jing Sheng exuded a rather unpleasant aura: "It's Chinese New Year, why are you busier than me?"

"There's something wrong at home." Yu Zhile explained, but she didn't go into so much detail. Since Jing Sheng made it clear in front of her that they didn't mention Chen Fang's attitude, she also began to pay attention to avoiding this word.

"Okay." Jing Sheng seemed to be exhausted: "Give me a kiss."

Yu Zhile: "...Huh?"

"Kiss goodbye."

"..."

"Should I kiss you, or should you kiss me?" He pondered for a moment: "If you love me, you should kiss me."

Yu Zhile glanced at the people coming and going behind him: "Jing Sheng, we are outside."

Jing Sheng casually tapped the helmet on the handle: "Anyway, I'll go out later, you are a masked woman, no one will recognize you."

Yu Zhile was convinced by these words and agreed: "Okay, come here."

Jing Sheng bowed slightly.

The woman quickly approached the corner of his mouth, leaned against him, and disappeared in a flash.

"That's a fart." Jing Sheng was obviously dissatisfied, and after complaining, he clasped Yu Zhile's face with both hands, forced her to come over, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on her lips very hard.

Yu Zhile stared back, she wanted to control the car, and it was inconvenient for her to move back, so she could only let Jing Sheng hold her in the face, and then reflected herself deeply into his eyes.

"The demonstration is over, please kiss like this next time," Jing Sheng lazily hooked the corner of his mouth, "It's okay to go deeper."

"Go." Yu Zhile knocked off his arm.

Jing Sheng withdrew his hand, but he couldn't take back the little smug expression on his face. He licked his upper lip, seeming to have endless aftertaste: "Yu Zhile, you are like ice cream."

"It's really cold."

"Sweet is really sweet."

"..."

Back in Chenfang, there were already many people standing in front of the house, their voices were buzzing and it was very lively.

Zhang Sitian and her parents were also among them. As soon as she saw Yu Zhile, she immediately jumped up from her seat and rushed out to greet her.

She was wearing a pink and white bread jacket with a short skirt and extremely slender legs. This kind of attire looked just like the name, no different from cotton candy.

"Why are you all here?" Yu Zhile asked, taking off his helmet.

Zhang Sitian replied: "Waiting for you to come back, I said that I will go to the entrance of the village to set up a stage later, and we will shoot our local drama tomorrow morning."

"So fast?"

"Yeah, it's really troublesome," Zhang Sitian sighed: "Everyone has broken their hearts for applying for the world heritage."

Yu Zhile took off the camera bag and asked, "Who took the picture?"

Zhang Sitian looked from a distance: "Principal Yuan said that his son contacted a studio that specializes in photography and video."

"Hmm..." Yu Zhile took the bag back into his hand: "I also brought a camera, let's see if I can use it."

Zhang Sitian was pleasantly surprised: "You brought the camera back."

"Ah."

Zhang Sitian immediately took over the task of carrying the camera bag, and Yu Zhile handed it over to her.

She went back to the back room, poured hot water and rubbed the towel, and wiped her still cold hands and cheeks.

When she came out again, Zhang Sitian was already sitting on the bench at her dining table, she lowered her head, concentrating on the camera in her hand.

Yu Zhile walked back and sat down beside her, only to find that she was looking at her photo.

"Yeah, Zhile, who took the picture for you?" Zhang Sitian tilted her head to look at her, and asked teasingly, "It was still taken today."

Yu Zhile's heart hesitated slightly, and then he felt that there was nothing to be uneasy about, so he replied lightly: "Friend."

"It's this friend?" With a little thumb, the picture on the small screen instantly jumped to the next one.Zhang Sitian's tone also became a little mysterious at this moment.

Yu Zhile took a closer look and was also taken aback.

At noon, the man who vowed to delete the photo didn't delete the one she took at all.

(End of this chapter)