The two of them walked to the sink together.
Qingyu pressed the bottle of hand sanitizer first, and then stepped aside to let Tingyun press it.
Tingyun pressed it and found that it was gone. He turned around and asked the waiter to add hand sanitizer.
"I'm afraid the waiter won't be able to take care of this at this point, so I'll give you a little share."
Qingyu put her hand dipped in hand sanitizer into Tingyun's palm and rubbed it back and forth.
Tingyun was slightly surprised and looked up at her.
Only then did Qingyu realize how intimate her actions were, she quickly turned away her eyes, lowered her head and washed her hands.
Returning to the table, Qingyu sighed with a smile: "I'm so hungry. Sure enough, neither smart nor cute can be eaten!"
Tingyun removed the plastic packaging of the tableware and looked at her with a smile: "If I don't hit you for a few days, you will swell."
Qingyu smiled while opening the plastic package: "I'm not saying that I'm both smart and cute! I mean, you are smart and I am cute."
Tingyun lifted the teapot on the table and poured tea for the two of them: "I've never heard anyone praise themselves for being cute."
Qingyu smiled mischievously, looked at the note on the wall, and read:
"Life is short, have another bowl."
"It's going to rain, and the food is going to be cooked."
"Eat something during the day and gain weight at night."
"There is no banquet that lasts forever, but if you treat me, I can eat with you for a while."
Tingyun understood. The walls were all filled with jokes about eating.
Qingyu also understood: "It turns out that all the sentences posted here are healing sentences."
……
Is he misunderstanding about jokes, or is she misunderstanding about healing?
After a while, the dishes arrived, a squirrel mandarin fish, a plate of assorted vegetables, a duck blood vermicelli soup, and two bowls of rice.
Tingyun looked at Qingyu who was enjoying his meal and asked: "I have eaten with you so many times, but I still don't know what you like to eat?"
Qingyu smiled and replied: "As long as it's cooked well, I like to eat it."
Zingyun asked again: "There are always preferred tastes and foods, right?"
Qingyu stopped using his chopsticks, his big eyes flickering:
Does he want to know her preferences by asking these questions?
She was so happy and answered seriously: "As for taste, I can eat all kinds of food, but I like spicy food the most. I also like sweets, fruits, and snacks.
"If you want to specify your preferred food, there are too many, and you won't be able to remember it."
Tingyun said in an understatement: "You can tell me, I'll remember it."
"Really or not? Then I said it." Qingyu started to joke:
"Let's talk about sweets first. I like mousse cake, black forest cake, tiramisu...
"Fruit I like cherries, strawberries, grapes...
"Nuts, I like pine nuts, chestnuts, macadamia nuts...
"Yes, yes, I forgot to mention, my favorite sweets are..."
She was like pouring beans, chattering about dozens of foods, including staple foods and snacks. After talking, she asked mischievously: "Do you remember them all?"
Tingyun smiled faintly: "I'll repeat it to you and listen to see if you missed anything."
Then, he repeated the food she just mentioned exactly. Even what she added later, he automatically filled in the relevant categories.
After saying that, he smiled and asked: "Did you miss anything?"
Qingyu's eyes widened and she was so shocked that she was speechless.
How does she know if there are any omissions?
She was thinking about what she said just now, and she didn't even remember what she said. She just wanted to tease him by saying so much.
Is his brain a portable hard drive?
Qingyu looked admiring: "Your memory is the legendary photographic memory!"
Tingyun has long been accustomed to others praising his intelligence.
But now, being looked at with admiration by the girl I like, I really feel a sense of accomplishment.
He does not have a photographic memory, he will screen the information he receives.
He will quickly forget things he is not interested in or important to avoid occupying his brain's memory.
He will concentrate on memorizing things that he is interested in and that need to be memorized. Generally, he can memorize them in one time, and even if it is difficult, he can memorize them in two or three times.
Now, the question "What does Qingyu like to eat?" is something he feels he needs to remember.
He decided to keep up his efforts and figure out this problem once and for all, so he asked again: "Is there anything else you want to add?"
Qingyu blinked slowly: "There is more, but I can't remember it now."
Tingyun smiled tolerantly: "It's okay if you don't remember it. If you remember it later, tell me again and I will remember it."
The rain has stopped.
She didn't know whether to mourn for the memory gap between the two, or to celebrate that he had such intentions.
Tingyun took a sip of tea and put down the cup:
"I just said you like to eat, now it's time to say you don't like to eat.
"By the way, after talking about this, you can talk about your other preferences. For example, the colors you like and dislike, the smell..."
Qingyu stared at him blankly, unfazed by his way of doing a questionnaire survey.
Aren’t we supposed to pay attention to these things silently in our daily lives? How come it’s like answering questions by endorsement?
Well, Zingyun is indeed no ordinary person.
It was past seven o'clock after dinner. Qingyu was still planning how to abduct Tingyun, but Tingyun had already made a decision for her: "It gets dark early now, so go back to school quickly."p>
"Oh." Qingyu was so reluctant, but she couldn't say, she still wanted to stay with him for a while.
Tingyun noticed that her little face bulged slightly and looked depressed, and couldn't help but smile.
Why doesn't he want to stay with her for a while longer?
But now the weather is cold, it gets dark early, and her school is far away.
He always has to consider her safety.
So he was cruel and used reason to defeat sensibility: "It's hard to get such a pile of things. Take a taxi and drive directly to the door of the dormitory area."
"Okay." Although Qingyu was reluctant, she still responded obediently.
Her look made Tingyun feel that she was so hard-hearted.
He bravely hailed a taxi for her, watched her get in, put the bag of snacks next to her, bent down and held the car door and told her: "Call me when you get to the dormitory."
"Yeah." Qingyu nodded.
Tingyun smiled at her and wanted to close the car door for her. Suddenly he remembered that he bought her a flashlight, so he took it out of his pocket and gave it to her:
"I bought you a new flashlight."
Qingyu's eyes sparkled with joy, she reached out to take it, and smiled sweetly: "Thank you, you are so thoughtful."
With the driver there, Zingyun didn't say anything more. He closed the door for her and signaled the driver to drive.
The taxi started. Qingyu looked at Ding Yun through the window and noticed that he had glanced at the license plate before turning to look at her again.
Qingyu felt sweet in her heart, because of his attentiveness and his closeness to her.
The taxi had gone away, and Zingyun turned around and walked to the subway station.
As soon as she left, the autumn night seemed to suddenly become silent. The bustling streets had nothing to do with him for an instant.
Before she broke into his world, he was used to loneliness and learned to enjoy it.
But she broke in, full of excitement and joy, and made his world extremely noisy.
Chapter completed!