Chapter 32 (1/2)
The stove at the door was rumbling, the hot stone pot was burning, and the smell of boiling filled the whole narrow store.
The waiter cleanly took a leftover bowl and grabbed a greasy rag to quickly wipe the table.
”What would you like to eat?”
Ruan Sixian took a look at the menu on the wall and said, ”hot and sour fans, add more.”
The waiter looked at Fu Mingyu again, but his voice was not so simple, ”what about you?”
Fu Mingyu said faintly: ”just like her.”
”Good!” The waiter looked up at the stove and yelled, ”two hot and sour crests!”
Since Fu Mingyu came in, Ruan Sixian could feel that her eyes were gradually focused on him.
The small shop is noisy and crowded, full of fireworks. Fu Mingyu's noble temperament and indifferent face are incompatible with the atmosphere here.
He didn't look like a person who would appear in such a place, but rather like the painting style of the movie on the TV in the corner of the store.
Ruan Sixian did not expect that he really came in.
Ten minutes ago, Ruan Sixian, who was caught lying, looked at Fu Mingyu who came to her with a calm expression and was very embarrassed. She heard him ask, ”didn't you eat?”
Ruan Sixian rigidly said: ”add meal.”
Fu Mingyu looked at the environment inside the store and asked, ”do you want to change places?”
Ruan Sixian thought, how can I change it after I have been waiting in line for so long? Now even Michelin restaurant can't drag her away from the magic of the fans. ”No, I just want to eat here.”
Finish saying, she wants to ask intentionally: ”general manager Fu, eat together?”
How can Fu Mingyu eat a bowl of food worth more than ten yuan.
Besides, the environment here It's not so clean.
But unexpectedly, he nodded, ”well, good.”
So he stood quietly beside Ruan Sixian for ten minutes. After waiting for the shop to call, he came in with her.
Ruan Sixian felt that she had dug a hole for herself again.
What can she eat? Why can't Fu Mingyu eat?
Who is more noble than who or what?
But when two bowls of steaming Huajia vermicelli came up, they smelled it carefully. The smell of Huajia and the sour smell of vinegar were very strong.
Ruan Sixian saw Fu Mingyu frowning.
Sure enough, I still can't speak.
Ruan Sixian directly picked up the small bowl, filled it with some soup, took a sip, and deliberately showed an expression of eating.
”It's delicious.”
She looked at Fu Mingyu and raised her eyebrows to him. ”Mr. Fu, move your chopsticks. It's delicious.”
She doesn't believe that Fu Mingyu really can eat this stuff.
Sure enough, although Fu Mingyu was sitting, he was half a meter away from the table. He wiped his spoon with a paper towel and served half a bowl of soup like Ruan Sixian.
But when he lifted the bowl, he still couldn't take it.
The whole bowl is full of a bad flavor of spices. Even if it's gone, what's the floating oil on it?
He raised his eyes and looked at her cunningly.
Putting down the bowl, he decided to change the subject.
”In November, the company will start the recruitment of national itinerant flight cadets. Do you want to go?”
”What am I going to do?”
”Preach.”
Ruan Si Xian ”Oh” a, pick out a flower armor to eat.
”I'm just a co pilot. It's the captain who preaches.”
”It doesn't matter.” Fu Mingyu said, ”there will be a publicity meeting for female pilots to attract more female students to sign up.”
Ruan Sixian suddenly raised her head and asked, ”why do you want to recruit more female pilots?”
”I never thought about the sex of the pilot.” His eyes slowly lingered on Ruan Sixian's face, and there was a faint smile in the corner of his mouth. ”Of course, if it's a female pilot like you, I don't mind more moves.”
Ruan Sixian said with a smile, ”if you want to get near the water, you will get the moon first, Mr. Fu?”
Fu Mingyu didn't speak. He pushed a bottle at the table to Ruan Sixian.
”What for?”
”You add more vinegar.”
？
Why don't you write a novel with such a rich imagination?
Ruan Sixian put the vinegar back to its original position: ”sorry, I'm never jealous. I'll vomit when I eat it.”
Fu Mingyu nodded carelessly, but he still didn't mean to move his chopsticks.
Ruan Sixian looked at him for a few seconds, took out the disinfectant wipes from her bag, carefully wiped a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Fu Mingyu.
”Mr. Fu, eat.”
Fu Mingyu took the chopsticks and said, ”I don't eat Huajia.”
”This is simple. Xiao Ruan will serve you.”
Ruan Sixian pulled his bowl over with a smile and carefully stirred up the armor.
Although he knew that she was not well intentioned, Fu Mingyu still laughed when he saw her drooping eyelashes flashing, her nose sweating and her mouth bending.A few minutes later, all the flowers in Fu Mingyu's bowl went to Ruan Sixian's bowl.
Ruan Sixian pushed the bowl back and looked at him with a smile, ”OK.”
Fu Mingyu said, ”Oh,” I don't eat fans either. ”
“……”
”Fu Ming finds fault with you, doesn't he?”
”I vomit when I eat fans.”
”Good, good.”
Ruan Sixian clapped her hands and said, ”I don't know. I thought I was having dinner with the emperor.”
Fu Mingyu didn't move his chopsticks until Ruan Sixian finished eating the fans in front of her.
But she paid before she put down her chopsticks.
A total of 36 yuan, Fu Mingyu gave the boss a 100.
”Keep the change.”
”Hey, hey, eat well.”
The boss borrows money and laughs, but he thinks that rich people really have fun.
Fu Mingyu waves back to Ruan Sixian.
”Gone.”
Ruan Sixian was a little bit propped up and slowly wiped her mouth before she got up slowly.
At this time, the pedestrian street is still very busy, pedestrians come and go, but the pace is very leisurely.
Colorful neon lights and noisy music complement each other. There are girls selling in stalls on the roadside, slowing down the passage of time.
”How much is it just now?”
Asked Ruan Sixian.