Chapter 1105: There Are Wind Chimes in the South and Hengmu in the North (Three Hundred and Sixty-Eight)

Feng Ling continued to sit on this table without moving, and Li Nanheng was still queuing up, but the small snacks he bought by the way were delivered to her in a short while and placed on the table in front of her.

Feng Ling lowered his head and saw that there were all kinds of dried meat and delicious side dishes on the plate, as well as a few skewers of 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 this kind of place will give her a different kind of happiness.

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

Li Nanheng queued there for about 20 minutes, and finally came over with a big bowl of rice noodles.

Feng Ling saw that this man really didn't know her. This rice noodle is a big pot for two people, not a separate small portion.

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

"Why buy such a big pot, I think the price of individual small portions is more cost-effective than this." Feng Ling raised his hand and tried to break the chopsticks while talking.

In the end, I didn't expect that one day I couldn't even break a pair of chopsticks. The main reason was that the wound on my arm couldn't use force. If I exerted a little force, the wound that had just stopped bleeding would burst into bleeding again.

Li Nanheng casually took the chopsticks in her hand, broke them open for her 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 were sitting with a group of brothers and eating big pot meals? Don't you sit and eat together when you go out on a mission? Wouldn't it be uncomfortable to eat a pot of rice noodles with me now?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to explain, he directly picked up the small bowl in front of her, picked up some rice noodles for her, and put them in front of her.

Feng Ling: "..."

She just wanted to ask a question, because she saw that the rice noodles for two people in this big pot cost 38 yuan, and the one for a single person was only 15 yuan, and it seemed that the contents in it were not much different , just want to say that this is not cost-effective.

But then he thought that the person in front of him was Li Nanheng after all, so he didn't say anything more because of the eight yuan, picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

When she used a small spoon to put some soup in the rice noodle pot, Feng Ling noticed that there seemed to be a lot of seafood in the soup base, and she looked back at what was written on the sign of the stall. , Only then did I see the difference between the large portion and the small portion. It turns out that there are so many things in the large portion.

She didn't pay attention just now.

Then it's worth the extra eight bucks.

She didn't say anything, and didn't say anything more because of the topic just now, she just silently put the seafood in the soup base into the bowl in front of her one by one.

Seeing her eating in silence, Li Nange asked with a smile on his face, "Didn't you think it was not worth it just now? Ms. Feng, who is so fussy about eight yuan, has found something good in the soup base?"

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

"What's the matter, it tastes delicious? It's so delicious that you don't even want to lift your head? You can't look directly at people when you speak?"

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

"After all, this meal was invited by me. You don't look at me or speak when you eat. Where's the basic politeness?"

Feng Ling's eyelids twitched, and he glanced at him inexplicably.

All the food and drink on the whole table only add up to a hundred or so yuan. What is he crazy about Li Nanheng, sitting here and imitating the common people around here who are here to care about her? She doesn't look at him while eating, what's wrong?

She replied in a cold voice: "There are so many requests for inviting someone to dinner, why don't I just invite someone back next time?"

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

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

Who would have thought that the man suddenly said something with a half-smile: "You must count what you have said.

If you say please come back next time, you have to find time to invite you back. When do you plan to come out for dinner with me next time? "

"..."

Feng Ling's chopsticks slammed, and then he realized that he seemed to have been tricked by this man, as if he had agreed to another dinner date inadvertently.

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

"..."

Feng Ling raised his hand and was about to wipe it off with a napkin. The man had already picked up a napkin and wiped off a drop of soup on her chin.

She sat there without moving, just looking at the man who used to fight terrorists and minefields with real knives and real guns, and was earnestly wiping his chin and the corners of his mouth with a napkin The movement forced her to squeeze in something that she had been trying to keep out before.

What, she didn't know.

I only know that my heart is a little hot.

It's abnormally hot.

In the night outside the food city, the street lights are dim, and the business inside is getting hotter and more crowded during the peak hours of the evening.

The two sat close to the window next to the food city, and could see the dim ground outside and the passing traffic and crowds.

On the table next door, there are many young couples who have just come to eat after get off work, and a family of three with children eating next to them. There are old people and children. It seems to be a picture of all kinds of life Everyone has it.

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

She squinted at him: "can you stop looking at me?"

The man's expression was a little cold and ruffian, and the corners of his lips curled up: "I was thinking about the day you first landed in Haicheng, when you were drunk in the hotel."

Feng Ling's expression froze. She still doesn't know what happened between the time she drank a bottle of red wine on the plane and the time she woke up in the hotel.

Hearing what the man said, she looked directly at him again: "What happened to me? What did you say? Or what did you do?"

The man looked at her meaningfully, didn't say anything, but said indifferently as if deliberately avoiding the topic: "It's been so long, I don't need to dress up as a man anymore, why haven't my hair grown?"

Feng Ling didn't take it seriously: "Long hair is too troublesome, I'm used to short hair."

She seldom paid attention to her appearance, and never cared about whether she was feminine. Anyway, she had short hair since she was a child. She thought it was convenient to do everything, and she never thought about growing her hair long.

At first, I thought Boss Li was reminding her that she was not feminine, but when I looked up, I saw Li Nanheng sitting in the crowd and smiling at her. His deep eyes were dark and bright, as if they had been quenched. The man was tall and leggy, and he was dressed in clean black clothes. He was neat, with only a light layer of stubble around his chin, and a strong hormonal feeling enveloped his whole body.