Mr. Lu is very ill

Chapter 20

There are no big restaurants in the small county town. After much deliberation, Jiang Ci finally decided to take the two children to try the local special rice noodles. The noodles in You County are thinner than those outside, but they are not too thin and soft like rice noodles. Chewy and easy to taste.

All three of them ordered noodles, and the noodles were served very quickly. In a small noodle restaurant in winter, the sky was getting late, the lights were slightly on, and the steaming noodles were served on the table. The oil is spread all over the noodles, and a sip of soup sweeps the deliciousness on the tip of the tongue, arousing the deepest glutton in one's stomach.

Lu Xiao is a native of Shencheng. He eats light food all the year round. Xiangcheng is very spicy, especially in Youxian. There was a tinge of red at the end of his eyes, and Song Shi took a few pieces of paper for him to wipe his sweat beside him.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance, Jiang Ci smiled, "No way, your classmate is from other places, right? If you want to marry our girl, you can't do it if you don't know how to eat spicy food."

Song Shi jumped heartily.

It was meant as a joke, but Lu Xiao frowned and said seriously, "I can practice."

"puff--"

"Do you really want to marry our girl?"

This sentence shocked Song Shi instantly, and the chopsticks fell to the ground with a thud. Jiang Ci slightly narrowed his long and beautiful eyes, and looked at Song Shi with a slightly scrutinizing gaze.

Song Shi lowered her head, not daring to show her emotions, and silently changed a new pair of chopsticks.

Lu Xiao raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Song Shi, then lowered his head and bit his face, "Well, I have this idea."

Song Poetry: ...

Jiang Ci chuckled, "Then finish this bowl of noodles first, and just take a few mouthfuls. His mouth is so red, Xiaoshi, pour him some more chili oil, this soup is not even red yet, so it will It's slightly spicy."

Song Shi looked like 'Are you a devil? ' expression.

Song Shi: "Sister, my classmate is from Shencheng, and I can't eat spicy food..."

"What are you afraid of, young man, I can't die, at most I will suffer a bit in my stomach tomorrow."

Song Poetry: ...

The sweat on Lu Xiao's face was dry and wet again, his face was as calm as usual, "You pour it, I can continue to eat."

?

What the hell, are these two people sick?

If you're not familiar with it, you're on the fence like this?

"You guys eat," Song Shi put down her chopsticks, "I'll go back to the hospital to see grandma first."

Jiang Ci knew that he had played it, and immediately stopped Song Shi with a few yells, "You haven't eaten a few bites of this fan, no matter how filial you are, you won't stop eating or drinking, besides, grandma has already left. It's a dangerous time, so you just eat here honestly."

Song Shi pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Okay, can't I make things difficult for him?" Jiang Ci said.

Song Shi suddenly felt feverish in his ears, and said angrily, "What does it have to do with him?"

Jiang Ci also accepted this hard-to-serve ancestor, and immediately agreed, "Okay, it's okay, it's okay."

Lu Xiao didn't speak, he picked up the powder with his chopsticks, his head was drooping, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Song Shi's expression softened a little, she sat down, and continued to chatter.

It took an hour for a bowl of rice. After Jiang Ci paid, the three of them walked back towards the hospital. When they passed by a large supermarket, a short advertisement was playing on the electronic screen. Jiang Ci slowed down and stopped. The eyes fell on the man's face for a moment, Song Shi followed her gaze, and her heart was clear.

It's Qiao Si.

"sister."

Jiang Ci came back to his senses and smiled slightly: "Let's go."

(End of this chapter)