Feng Ling continued to sit on the table without moving, and Li Nanheng was still queuing up, but the small snacks he bought were sent to her within a while and put them on the table in front of her.

Feng Ling lowered his head and saw various small jerky meats and delicious side dishes on the plate, as well as a few kebabs that looked very attractive, a plate of fruit salad, and two bottles of mineral water.

Well, the fireworks are indeed very strong.

Ji Nuan told her last time that eating in such a place will bring a different sense of happiness.

Now Feng Ling also feels that eating in this kind of place will really bring satisfaction, which is a feeling that all kinds of high-end restaurants cannot satisfy.

Li Nanheng lined up there for about twenty minutes, and finally brought a large bowl of rice noodles.

When Feng Ling saw that the man was really distant from her. The rice noodles were a big pot of two people, not a separate small portion.

At the same time, someone came forward with two bowls and tableware. The man bought some other things she could love before coming back and sat down in front of her.

"Why should I buy such a big pot? I think that the price of a small portion is more cost-effective than this one." Feng Ling said as he raised his hand and tried to break open the chopsticks.

As a result, I didn't expect that one day I couldn't even break a pair of chopsticks, mainly because the wound on my arm could not use force. If I used a little force, the wound that had just stopped bleeding might collapse and bleeding again.

Li Nanheng took the chopsticks in her hand, helped her break them apart and handed them to her. At the same time, he said indifferently: "In the base, why didn't you see you like this when you sit together to eat a big pot of rice with a group of brothers? When did you go out to do a task and sit together to eat? Now it's uncomfortable to eat a pot of rice noodles with me?"

After saying that, without waiting for her to explain, she picked up the small bowl in front of her and picked up some rice noodles for her and put them in front of her.

Feng Ling: "..."

She just wanted to ask, because she saw that the rice noodles for two people in this big pot cost 38 yuan, and the single serving was only fifteen yuan, and it seemed that the things inside were not much different, just wanted to say that this was not cost-effective.

But when I thought about the person in front of me, I didn’t even say anything because of this eight dollars. I picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

When Feng Ling used a small spoon to put some soup in the pot of rice noodles, she noticed that there seemed to be a lot of seafood in the soup base. She looked back at the things written on the brand at the stall. Only then did she see the difference between large portions and small portions. It turned out that there were so many more things in the large portions.

She didn't pay attention just now.

Then the extra eight dollars would be worth it.

She didn't say anything, nor did she say anything more because of the topic just now, and just silently put the seafood items in the soup into the bowl in front of her.

When Li Nanhe Ge saw her eating silently, he asked indifferently: "Didn't he think it was not worth it just now? Miss Feng, who is too petty for eight yuan, has found that there is something good in the soup base?"

Feng Ling: "...I didn't pay attention just now."

"What, it tastes delicious? It's so delicious that I don't even want to raise my head? I can't even look at someone directly when I speak?"

"..." Feng Ling raised his eyes to look at him: "Do you have to look at you even if you eat?"

"After all, I invited this meal. You don't look at me or speak. Where did you go for basic politeness?"

Feng Ling's eyelids twitched and looked at him inexplicably.

All the food and drinks on the entire table cost only a hundred yuan. He was so arrogant that Li Nanheng was so crazy. The people around him were sitting here to learn about the surrounding people who were calculating with her here? What's wrong with her eating and not watching him?

She replied coldly: "There are so many requests to invite someone to have dinner. Isn't it okay if I invite them back next time?"

Li Nanheng stopped the chopsticks in his hand and looked at her for a moment.

Feng Ling had already lowered his head and continued to eat her rice noodles seriously.

But the man suddenly said with a smile: "If you have said something, you have to count it. If you say that you have to find time to invite it back next time. When will you come out for dinner with me next time?"

“…”

Feng Ling paused his chopsticks and realized that he seemed to have been trapped by this man, and accidentally agreed to another meal appointment.

Li Nanheng pointed at her chin: "There are soup stains."

“…”

Feng Ling raised his hand and was about to wipe it with a napkin, but the man had picked up a napkin and wiped a drop of soup stains on her chin.

She sat there without moving, just watching the man who was holding real swords and guns on weekdays and was trying to kill the enemy in the minefield. She was seriously holding a napkin to wipe her chin and corners of her mouth, causing some things she had been trying to exclude from the cracks in her heart.

She didn't know what it was.

I only know that there is a bit hot in the cracks in my heart.

It's abnormally hot.

In the night outside the Food City, the street lights are dim, and the business here is getting hotter and more and more people are coming.

The two of them were sitting near the window next to the Food City, and they could see the dimness outside, traffic flow and crowds.

There were many young couples who had just come to eat after get off work, and a family of three who were eating with their children. There were elderly people and children, as if it was a picture of a group of people, and there were all kinds of people.

Feng Ling used a spoon to drink the soup. Li Nanheng didn't eat much rice noodles, so he just threw a piece of jerky meat into his mouth, and then watched Feng Ling drink the soup while eating.

She glanced at him squintedly: "Can you please keep looking at me?"

The man's expression was a little cold and a little slutty and curled his lips: "I'm thinking about how you looked in the hotel after you got drunk on the day you landed in Haicheng."

Feng Ling's expression stagnated. She still didn't know what had happened in the middle after she drank a bottle of red wine on the plane that day until she woke up in the hotel.

Hearing the man's words, she looked at him directly: "What's wrong with me at that time? What did I say? Or did I do?"

The man looked at her meaningfully, and did not say anything. Instead, he deliberately avoided the topic and said indifferently: "After so long, I no longer need to dress up as a man, why haven't my hair been left?"

Feng Ling disagreed: "Long hair is too troublesome, I'm used to short hair."

She rarely pays attention to her appearance, and never cares whether she has any femininity. She has had short hair since she was a child, so she feels it is convenient to do this, and she never thought about growing her hair long.

I thought Boss Li was reminding her that she was not feminine, but when I raised my eyes, I saw Li Nanheng sitting in the crowd and smiling at her. His deep eyes were dark and transparent, as if he had been quenched. The man was tall and long, and his black clothes were clean and neat. There was only a shallow layer of stubble around his chin. A strong sense of hormones enveloped him.
Chapter completed!