Peng Ye walked down the wooden stairs, went to Cheng Jia's table, pulled out the long bench and sat down.

Cheng Jia looked at him for a while and said, "It's not what a gentleman does."

Peng Ye said: "You are very alert."

"Sloppy." Cheng Jia asked lightly, "Do you have something to ask me for?"

She lifted the copper pot on the table, poured the tea into the porcelain cup, put the chopsticks in and stir it for a few times, and washed the chopsticks.

Peng Ye's eyes fell on her teacup.

"how?"

"Don't waste water," Peng Ye said.

"Forget this is the northwest."

“Everywhere is the same.”

His voice is very magnetic and his voice is extremely low, like a bass.

She thought that the sound he made when he had sex with a woman must be incomparable.

Cheng Jia smiled for no reason and pushed the cup of chopsticks to him, "No waste."

Peng Ye didn't care and just said the serious matter: "About yesterday, I asked you if you have any..."

Cheng Jia interrupted him and said, "Are you familiar with this place?"

Peng Ye frowned and replied: "That's true."

"What's the delicious food in this restaurant? I recommend it."

"Depending on which flavor you like." He had no expression.

"Heavy." Cheng Jia said again, "What are the special features that recommend."

"There are all characteristics," he said.

Cheng Jia said coldly "Oh".

Peng Ye said: "You said you didn't see suspicious people in the inn during the day, but..."

"'Everything''Anything'..." Cheng Jia said, "What do you see with suspicious characters? Whatever they look like."

Peng Ye stared at her, his eyes were dark and quiet. He closed his lips tightly. He knew that she was looking for trouble on purpose, but in the end he would list them the same, "tsampa, butter tea, blood sausage, milk residue, gnocchi, cheese."

"Do you carry the menu?" Cheng Jia took the menu on the table casually, covering a piece of white paper with a layer of hard plastic paper, and it was a bit greasy when put on his hands.

Peng Ye said: "The local shops are all made of food for locals, and for people outside, they are of course special."

"That's right... locals... where are you?"

He hadn't been able to ask anything from her yet, she counterattacked.

"You should be from another place. Everyone in your team has a different accent. Where is your home?"

"Xi'an." Peng Ye said.

Northwest man, interesting.

"You speak Mandarin very nicely." Seeing that he was dissatisfied, Cheng Jia asked, "Do you have breakfast?"

Peng Ye paused for a second and replied: "I've eaten."

"That's not eating, I'll treat you."

Peng Ye said: "I have something to ask for you, I will treat you."

Cheng Jia couldn't tell whether he was well versed in negotiation skills or wanted to draw a clear line with her. She glanced at his head, "...The appetite should be quite big... The boss lady! A portion of tsampa, a pot of butter tea, two portions of gnocchi, a portion of cheese, and a portion..."

Peng Ye said: "Enough."

Cheng Jia said: "...Sauce cheese cake, a plate of roasted lamb, and a plate of steamed beef tongue."

The boss lady asked: "Can you eat beef tongue?"

"Yes."

"Okay, serve soon."

Peng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Cheng Jia, and the feeling of oppression that seemed to be there and not be able to appear again.

Cheng Jia said: "So what's wrong?"

"Waste." He answered extremely briefly, as if he would die if he said one more word to her except for the serious matter.

In Cheng Jia's impression, most men who say "waste" are stingy, stingy, stingy and act stubborn.

Peng Ye gave her a completely opposite impression: she was extremely heavy bass, tolerant and confident, frowned slightly, like a veteran who was a coach in the 1970s and 1980s.

Cheng Jia said: "I want to try the local characteristics, otherwise I will call your brothers here."

Peng Ye naturally wouldn't call them, and his interest was not on eating, so he only had one focus. He asked: "Why did you lie yesterday..."

"I'll take a picture for you..."

The two spoke at the same time, Peng Ye frowned and turned his head away because Cheng Jia raised the camera in his hand.

For a long time, he did not turn back. Although Cheng Jia never cared about other people's feelings, she believed that she rarely forced herself to take photos, so she was going to put away the camera, but...

She looked at the picture on the screen, and then at Peng Ye in front of her-

He turned his head, his neck was full of meridians and collarbone, with smooth lines and clear texture.

Cheng Jia gently stroked the screen with his fingers, his neck was very sexy... The wooden Tibetan teahouse in the background, and the colorful robes coming and going were all illusory.

She let out a breath quietly and decided to leave this moment.

Beautiful things are addictive.

Cheng Jia Shen took one without realizing it, and wanted to take the second one, but he didn't look back.

"I never force others to do anything to the point of taking pictures." Cheng Jia said.

Peng Ye turned around, with a warning in his eyes. If it weren't for clues, he would have gotten up and left.

The man didn't know that his slightly angry and hard eyes fell into her eyes, which was full of masculinity. She looked at him like a man admired a woman and thought he was a beauty.

Cheng Jia put down the camera, picked up the cup and took a sip of tea slowly. After a few seconds of quieting, she sniffed: "You, a man, can't let go."

She aroused him, and he was unmoved. As soon as she opened her mouth, she was still serious: "Did you see a suspicious person yesterday?"

Cheng Jia asked back: "Do you think I look like a good and good citizen who is kind and obedient?"

"It's not like," Peng Ye said, "but it's the minimum obligation to provide clues to help solve the case."

"It is the minimum thing to do when you go out and protect yourself. I will provide you with clues. You go find someone and turn back and take revenge on me. But I am not ready to devote myself to the cause of justice here."

Peng Ye was speechless for two seconds and asked, "Are you traveling alone?"

Cheng Jia sneered, "Do you think I am with them, or do you think I am a fairy girl like that short person?"

While speaking, butter tea was served.

Peng Ye didn't say anything else, and didn't even explain, not even the polite "I don't mean that".

Cheng Jia's chest was stuffy. She poured herself a cup of tea, and while drinking, she buried her head in the camera.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Peng Ye asked, "What's your name?"

Cheng Jia was too lazy to pay attention and said without raising his head: "What do you think I should be named?"

Peng Ye said: "Zhang Huaihua."

Cheng Jia almost sprayed a sip of tea. She looked at him squintedly, suspecting that he was a slutty person. But he looked very serious and had no joking smile in his eyes.

This man is unpredictable, and it's quite interesting.

Her journey was boring and she could talk to him about something to pass the time, but he only had one topic.

He said: "You still haven't changed your mind yet?"

Cheng Jia said: "I saw a man in the inn yesterday, but I had no impression at all."

"You're lying again."

"Oh?" Cheng Jia raised his eyebrows, "How can I tell?"

"You are a photographer, and it is your habit to observe details."

Cheng Jia smiled slowly and said, "You said it wrong again, I'm here to travel."

Peng Ye looked at her sharply and finally said, "I made a mistake in my judgment."

He asked, "Where will go next?"

“Lhasa, Zhangmu, Nepal.”

He said no, took a pair of chopsticks to eat breakfast, stopped asking questions, and seemed to be uninterested in anything else about her. He finished eating quickly, drank the glass of water, and got up to check out.

Cheng Jia unexpectedly drank the glass of water and looked up. He had walked to the door. He nodded to her and said goodbye because he bumped into her eyes.

Cheng Jia beat him slowly, and before he could stop him, he left the store. She was somewhat caught off guard, thinking that he would stay and insisted on asking for some clues.
To be continued...