Chapter 483 Zaolin
Bo Yanqing did not tense up and sat down next to her.
The table is quite old, and the edges are chipped in several places. The corners have been rounded and faded by touching, and there is a layer of oil floating on the tabletop that cannot be wiped off.
Bo Yanqing didn't show any disgust. He took out two tissues and wiped Nan Jiaojiao's face clean first, then folded them in half and wiped his own side.
“Are you not full at night?”
"We're all here. Let's eat something to suit the occasion. If you feel uncomfortable, then I won't eat."
Bo Yan smiled lightly: "Eat, I'm hungry too."
Nan Jiaojiao crossed her legs. The chair was so short that her knees reached her heart. She put one hand on her knees, supported her face, and looked at him carefully, "You can adapt to eating at a roadside stall. You probably haven’t touched this thing before.”
Nan Jiaojiao was just curious.
Logically speaking, Bo Yanqing should be pampered and every bite of food put into his mouth must be carefully screened. Besides, he has mysophobia.
Bo Yanqing was about to pour her tea. The teacup was too dirty. The bottom of the cup should be white. It had been soaked in low-quality tea for many years. The bottom turned yellow. There was a circle of tea stains of different colors near the mouth of the cup.
He couldn't help but frown.
Asked the boss to send two bottles of mineral water.
“I was in poor health when I was a child, and I was recuperating in the countryside. The servants in Zhuangzi thought that I was expelled there, so they were not attentive to me at first and treated me poorly in terms of food.”
Nan Jiaojiao's eyelids twitched. She didn't know that he had ever had such an experience.
"What happened next?"
"The old lady went there once in person, got angry, fired everyone in the village, and transferred staff and chefs from the Bo family. I was used to eating Qing Dynasty at that time. Porridge and side dishes were suddenly replaced by big fish and meat, which left me feeling weak and exhausted for a while. Later, I found the food in the countryside very appealing to my taste, so the cook learned how to cook it for me and I ate a lot."
At this time, the landlady came over with a bowl of rice noodles.
Bo Yanqing asked for a small bowl.
He broke open the disposable chopsticks, picked some rice noodles into a small bowl, added soup, and placed it in front of Nan Jiaojiao.
"So, I have also eaten rice noodles."
Nan Jiaojiao pursed her lips, with a complicated mood. The "congee and side dishes" in his mouth should have been beautified.
There are many unpopular children in wealthy families who are treated perfunctorily by their servants. "What's the name of the village?"
"Zaolin is a beautiful village with many hand-painted paintings on the walls. If I have a chance, I will take you to see it."
Jujube forest.
A certain string in Nan Jiaojiao's mind suddenly tightened and suddenly broke.
Certain clips flashed by so fast that I couldn’t grasp them. There was a force in my subconscious that was resisting desperately. The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache.
"What's wrong?" Bo Yanqing noticed something was wrong with her face.
Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, "It's okay, I'm thinking of a place that's a bit familiar, but I can't remember it."
"Then don't think about it, let's eat rice noodles first."
They only ordered one bowl and ate it among themselves, and there was still a little left in the bowl.
Nan Jiaojiao left a bunch of candied haws on a stick for the boss. She and Bo Yanqing held hands and walked along the food street to the end of the street, then took a shortcut back home.
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Mo Ting washed his hands deeply, shook off the water stains, and followed quickly behind Chu Yao.
The corridor was silent, the sound of high heels echoing.
Chu Yao drank wine, and the drunkenness she had suppressed after the fuss just now was aroused. She staggered every step she took, and suddenly she took a big step, and she hurriedly reached out to hold the wall.
Mo Tingshen always followed at a close distance.
She stopped and he stopped too.
Wrown and looked at her slightly panting back.
Not a word was spoken.
(End of this chapter)