Chapter 58 The rings are a pair.
In the evening, Liang Jincong took Meng Ying to the shopping mall in the center of the county.
Today is the weekend, and there are almost queues at the most popular restaurants in the food area on the fifth floor. The only Japanese restaurant is already full of people. Meng Ying actually doesn’t really want to eat, but Mei Xu is just a few people away. I mentioned it during the day.
Meng Ying went to get the number. There were still 20 tables in front of her, and she waited until the end of time.
"Mr. Liang, why don't we eat something else."
Liang Jincong looked at the queue of shops and took out his mobile phone to make a call but was stopped by Meng Ying. The woman had a delicate face and was wearing a mask. When she spoke, she took off the mask and her lips were still swollen, "Let's go Let’s eat something else.”
It’s such a small thing, and it’s not my turn to call the person in charge.
Of course Meng Ying knew that after Liang Jincong called her, the class structure was stratified. The next second the boss of the mall had to come out to greet him personally. There was no need
Liang Jincong looked at her, "You What do you want to eat?"
"I'll take you somewhere." Meng Ying winked slyly, pulled Liang Jincong out of the mall, walked back a street, passed through the traffic lights, and walked towards the street. After walking for a few minutes, there was a lively and bustling night market snack street in front of me.
Weekend nights are when there are many people.
The layer of snow on the ground has melted.
It was still snowing lightly in the afternoon, but at night, it seemed that it was no longer cold.
In the evening, couples, students, and friends came to the night market to gather together, making it a lively place.
Meng Ying looked at Liang Jincong's face cautiously. She stood next to him and raised her eyes slightly. The man was tall and slender. His black jacket gave him a cold and cold feeling, and he had a peaked cap. The shadow covered his eyebrows.
Meng Ying was not sure whether he would be unhappy.
Would it harm his identity to come to such a place?
Just like the shoes under his feet, wherever he goes, there should be carpets all the way, including business meetings, high-end clubs, presidential suites, and digital center buildings, without even a chance to be contaminated by dust.
And here, there is dust everywhere.
I am also an insignificant floating in the dust.
There is so much smoke and fire here, and Liang Jincong, who was born into power, may have only come here this time in his life.
Meng Ying’s heart was hanging.
But she did not see the emotion on the man's face. He was not unhappy, but there was no smile either.
It’s not like the couples around you, or the best friends and relatives who go out to the night market at night, with a sincere and bright smile, enjoying the happiness brought by the carbohydrates of food after a hard work.
Meng Ying felt a little sore in her chest, but she didn't show it.
Liang Jincong held her finger. The woman's fingertips were cold. He squeezed it tightly in his palm and took her hand into the night market. There were all kinds of food stalls. It was Liang Jincong's first time to come to this kind of place. The place, for a moment, felt unreal to him.
If it weren't for the woman's fingers tightly grasped in his palm, he would have thought that appearing here would be a dream.
To be precise, Liang Jincong would never have such a dream.
In his dream, he was in a high-end reinforced concrete office building.
Secretary Bai is reporting on next week’s itinerary.
Wrapped in the bustle and crowds, Yunshui County has a strong local accent and unpretentious workers. The grandma who cooks wontons smiles with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and pale temples. The guy selling fried cakes is busy with enthusiasm, roasting chicken. It was very warm around the uncle who was on the shelf. It had a sizzling feeling of frying and roasting, with the aroma of sweet vinegar.
Meng Ying swallowed her saliva.
“Boss, I want a piece of teppanyaki chicken rack.”
12 pieces, she scanned the code.
She waited in a long line for about ten minutes. While waiting, Liang Jincong asked her what else she wanted to eat. Meng Ying looked at him slightly hesitantly, with a mask on her face and a layer of red. Cashmere weibo, that was knitted by Fu Ma.
The voice was muffled and soft, "I want to drink milk tea, I want to drink a warm cup of roasted brown sugar, three-point sugar, and three-point sugar." Liang Jincong heard this string of words for the first time in his 29-year-old life.
He repeated again, looking at her with amber pupils, "Roasted Brown Sugar Pop Pearls."
Seeing someone riding a bicycle passing by from behind, he hugged her Holding Meng Ying's waist and leaning into his arms, Meng Ying grabbed his sleeves and whispered, "Be sure to have 30% sugar. If you drink this at night, if the sugar content is too high, you will gain weight the next day." "
"Not fat." The man's fingers flexibly passed through the down jacket and pinched the woman's waist.
Meng Ying's cheeks turned red.
"Wait for me here." After Liang Jincong said that, he went to buy milk tea for her.
But he forgot to ask Meng Ying which brand she wanted to drink. Looking at this night market, there are almost a dazzling array of milk tea shops. He took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Secretary Bai, "Do you girls usually like to drink milk tea?"
Secretary Bai replied almost instantly, "Occasionally, I usually drink more coffee."< br>
The next second she replied immediately, "You can drink milk tea too."
"Do you like to drink roasted brown sugar pearl pop milk tea?"
In the western restaurant, Secretary Bai took a sip of juice. She frowned tightly, and her 400-degree myopic eyes were almost glued to her mobile phone. Did she bring the wrong contact lenses?
She knew all these words, but after taking another look at the message from Liang Jincong, she didn't recognize it.
After pondering for two seconds, Secretary Bai’s cell phone rang.
She quickly answered the call, "Hey, Mr. Liang, yes, I will sort it out and send it to you right away."
She skillfully took out her iPad from the tote bag and within two minutes made a picture of various flavors of milk tea.
After sending it to Liang Jincong’s email, Secretary Bai was stunned for a moment.
Mr. Liang
What is he talking to himself about? ?
Milk tea, oh my god.
And bake brown sugar pops? ? Oh my God, this name sounded so strange coming out of his mouth.
These two words were related to Mr. Liang. She simply couldn’t imagine that Liang Jincong, who looked indifferent and handsome and wore a handmade custom-made suit, was a man among the top elites and needed a nutritionist even for brunch. What about a man who doesn't allow his shirt to have a trace of wrinkles when he's working? ?
Drinking milk tea?
Milk tea is delicious, but it has nothing to do with Liang Jincong’s world.
Oh no, could it be that Miss Meng wants to drink?
A week ago, Liang Jincong flew back from the European headquarters after handling all the matters at hand, and immediately asked her for Miss Meng's itinerary in the county.
Mr. Liang should be here now.
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Meng Ying bit into the roasted chicken rack inside the paper bag. There was very little meat in the roasted chicken rack, but it tasted good, sweet and sour, and slightly spicy.
The gravy is charred and fragrant.
In fact, she rarely ate it in the past and had no access to it when she was a child. She stayed in the countryside all day, roasting eggs and eating them with a few children in the village, and climbing trees to pick fruits.
When they arrived in Hongjiang City, Dong Zhilan was very strict with her and Meng Yuan, especially in terms of diet.
They are not allowed to eat junk food from outside.
She brought lunch to school at noon, and it was Shen Xiao who opened up a new world for her.
Before studying in the evening, he dragged her to the night market behind the school.
She came to a stall selling handmade jewelry. The stall owner was a kind old woman who smiled at her. Meng Ying noticed a ring on the shelf at first sight. It was ancient silver and had a handmade ring on it. There are fine lines of auspicious clouds and a hand-painted lotus flower.
"This is a pair. If the little girl likes it, buy it and take it with your boyfriend."
Meng Ying does not have a boyfriend.
There is one financial owner.
She glanced around and saw that the person who bought the milk tea hadn't come yet.