Chapter 17 The food stall at the corner of the street

There is a food stall at the corner of Bauhinia Street. The environment of the open-air food stall is just like that. You can’t have too high requirements. The best is good quality, low price, and frugality. By people.

The boss here and An’s father are old friends. They used to be cooks who cooked big pots of rice together in the village. Now they contract banquets together. If there are banquets, they will do the banquets. If there are no banquets, they will do business here.

"Uncle Wen, you two."

"Okay! Oh, you guys are good, and you even brought a beautiful woman..."

Like many catering workers, Uncle Wen is a flexible fat man. Fortunately, he has a kind face and does not feel any pressure, even if he is holding a kitchen knife.

An Ting rolled his eyes at him and said: "Uncle Wen, don't talk nonsense, this is my family..."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wen was startled at first, and then After realizing it, he patted his forehead and said, "Oh... that's the one, right... what's your name?"

Based on Uncle Wen's friendship with Father An, the news of the remarriage naturally reached him. In his ears, he also knew that the other party had brought an oil bottle.

This was the first time we met, and I was somewhat shocked.

An Ting, Gao Fei and Bao Weiwei are a trio who have been through nine years of compulsory education; Zhu Jiajun only met at the Internet cafe in the first grade of junior high school; and Song Ci suddenly moved back to the small town when they were halfway through elementary school. .

Although it has not reached the level of Bao Weiwei who has lost the aesthetics of the opposite sex, almost to the level of buddies; but having known Song Ci for so many years still weakens the aesthetics a bit, and I feel that I am used to it, and I will not be like Wen. This kind of uncle is astonishing to heaven and earth.

"Don't blame Uncle Wen for speaking badly, he's just a rough guy." Uncle Wen showed an honest smile towards Song Ci.

Song Ci shook his head and said politely: "Uh-huh, it doesn't matter. My name is Song Ci, porcelain's porcelain... This is my dog, and its name is Naite."
< br />However, when Song Ci heard Anting introduce herself to others as a family member, her mood was somewhat subtle. Naturally, she was relieved, but it was also mixed with another complicated emotion.

We are family...

Although Anting is a reborn person, he cannot read minds and cannot detect Song Ci’s thoughts. The people who dine here are all old people. If you are an acquaintance, they usually don’t provide a menu, they just write down the dishes themselves with a piece of paper.

If you have one, get it. If not, just change it.

Relatively casual, like private kitchen cuisine.

"What to eat? Sister Song Ci..."

"Uh..."

I really can't stand it. One moment I call myself little sister, and the other Call yourself sister.

The next moment, she noticed the eyes of others. The people eating were all from Bauhinia Street, and they all knew each other more or less.

Wait a minute...this boy is not declaring something, right?

Isn’t this just a disguised declaration of sovereignty - everyone, listen up, this is my sister! Remember, be respectful!

Am I the one who has become too ideological? Or does the young man really have such a delicate mind?

Song Ci still preferred the latter. She held the sun in one hand, glanced at the boy, and said lightly: "It's obviously good to behave, but you have to be rebellious in school!"

Anting didn't know how to answer this question, so he just repeated: "What to eat?"

"Don't be too spicy or offal, anything else is fine."

"That's it, I'm making up my mind..." Anting wrote and muttered: "Paper-wrapped bones, sizzling beef, salt and pepper squid, salted cabbage..."

"Enough! Enough! Two meat and one vegetable. Okay! I can’t finish eating!"

An Ting glanced at Song Ci’s waist and said casually: "You are so thin, eat more..."

"I I don’t want to get fat... Besides, don’t boys like skinny girls?” At this point, Song Ci looked a little arrogant and turned her face away, not daring to look directly at Anting.

Accidentally led the topic to a strange place.

At least Anting has more life experience. He is not so interested in dry and skinny girls. He still likes fat girls. He said truthfully: "I like plumper ones! Like Bao Weiwei... "

"Oh... no, it's none of my business! It's none of my business that you like big fat girls! And... you either like Bao Weiwei at all, or you just want to pinch her face ."

This is one of Anting's hobbies - pinching Bao Weiwei's face.

Every time, they use the excuse of one-on-one fight to pinch each other’s faces.

An Ting smiled awkwardly, unable to refute. In this materialistic world, only Bao Weiwei's bun-shaped face was left with a little warmth.

Very quickly.

Uncle Wen brought the three dishes ordered by Anting and two cans of Coke as a gift. He winked at Song Ci and said, "Gift for new customers!"

"This... how can this be so embarrassing..."

But Anting was too lazy to pay much attention and directly opened the Coke.

Seeing this, Song Ci knew it was too late, so she had to say: "Thank you."

After waiting for Uncle Wen to leave, Song Ci looked around. Here is At the intersection of Bauhinia Street, there is a very large open space with two rows of Bauhinia trees and an activity venue for the elderly.…

While eating, Anting asked: "Why, aren't you used to it?"

"A little bit, but not annoying..."
< br />Song Ci’s father passed away in the third grade of elementary school, and Song Ci followed her mother back to her hometown town in the fourth and fifth grade of elementary school. She has been living in commercial housing in the community. Although they are in the same town, they are not like the real small town life. There is still a little distance.

Very few locals live in the community. Everyone has a homestead and lives in a self-built house. The vast majority of people living in the community are outsiders, coming from all over the world, and the distance between people is very small. Far away, the relationship between neighbors is very indifferent.

An Ting smiled and said: "You will get used to it gradually..."

An Ting mainly wolfed down food. In his previous life, he was a salesperson or a salesperson. Depending on the occasion, although he may eat very politely when socializing outside, this is his truth.

Song Ci chewed his food carefully.

　…

It’s past eight o’clock in the evening.

Bauhinia Street gradually became deserted, but it was still brightly lit.

An Ting, Song Ci and Naite walked through the streets together and returned home.

My parents haven’t come back yet.

An’s house is an old house, and the floor tiles are already stained. Generally speaking, you don’t need to take off your shoes and put on slippers when entering the house.

But Song Ci was still accustomed to the wooden floors of commercial buildings in the community. Before entering the house, she stood in the entrance hall of the living room on the second floor, took off her white shoes, and exposed the white socks underneath.

Then he noticed the young man’s looking at him wantonly and complained: “Don’t stare at me taking off my shoes...”

“Um...it’s nothing.” Anting originally wanted to say something, She was told not to take off her shoes or anything like that, but after thinking about it carefully, she still respected other people's living habits.

An Ting went to the Internet cafe in the afternoon and the smell on his body was quite strong. He had to take a shower first; Song Ci was not going to compete with him and sat in the living room, nursing and drinking water.

About fifteen minutes later.

When Anting came out of the bathroom, he wanted to ask Song Ci to quickly go in and take a shower, but he was afraid that he would have to queue up when his parents came back later. Unexpectedly, as soon as he came out of the living room, he saw someone curled up in the bathroom. Song Ci fell asleep lightly on the sofa.

Lying sideways, with black hair like a waterfall, one hand hanging down naturally, the other hand in front of the mouth, the arm pressing the collar, hunched over, looking very guarded.

The extra sleep in the afternoon is probably still not enough. This girl is trying hard to adapt to her new home.

“However, the dog girl is quite cute.”

I met her inPictures that the school cannot see...

An unexpected gain.

After some thought, Anting glanced at Naite and said, "It's still spring, and it's not good to sleep in the living room at night. I'll take her back to the room, so don't bite me, okay?" "

Naite seemed to understand the human words, and gave a gentle "woof" to express her agreement.

This dog is very smart, and Song Ci is training him well.

An Ting walked forward slowly and gently picked up Song Ci. Well... it was probably the legendary princess hug, and he was about to take her back to the room on the third floor.

Even though Anting was very cautious, he still underestimated the girl’s vigilance.

After taking a few steps, the girl in her arms woke up. She quickly understood the situation, then was startled, stared at Anting, and said: "You...what are you going to do!?"

　"As you see it..."

"What do you mean, as I see it!? Put me down quickly..."

"Okay. …”

He still put Song Ci down.

An Ting was a little depressed, but he didn’t have any evil thoughts. He just wanted to carry the sleeping girl back to the room like a youth romantic comedy.

Damn it!

Still not working!

However.

The next second, Song Ci's voice came from behind. She said in a rare weak voice: "Hey, I didn't misunderstand you, I'm just not used to it... But, thank you..."

She believed that Anting would not do anything dirty, but he was just not used to being held by boys.

Anting is not a good student in the objective sense, but he is not a bad person either and cannot do dirty things.

While speaking, she stroked one side of her hair. The aura of the spring night, although not rare, was rare and moved the young man's heart.