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Chapter 110 A Sad Person

The waiter saw that the two hadn't made dipping sauce, so he came over and asked the two if they had any taboos, and then went to help make dipping sauce.

Chen Xing then said to Gong Ziying: "The atmosphere of this Tibetan restaurant is their magic weapon here. If they are all the same as the restaurants in the mainland, it will not be very attractive to tourists."

The stone pot chicken here is made of clear soup, with a lot of ingredients in it, and you can add vegetables to cook in it, just like a soup pot.

When the waiter brought the food, he said, "Our stone pot is from Medog. This is the best stone pot in Tibet. The chicken is free-range chicken. I hope you like it."

The aroma of the soup was very strong. Chen Xing didn't have breakfast, so he couldn't wait to eat it.

"The meat is firm and the flavor is good," he said.

Chen Xing prefers to eat stewed chicken, and it is stewed in a pressure cooker, the kind that is stewed badly, such as taro chicken.

Although the meat in this stone pot chicken is not stewed, but the aroma is stimulated, and it does not feel like the meat is very woody, and the taste is very good... But this kind of meat is not suitable for people with bad teeth. Sergey.

The cold Cordyceps flowers are not Cordyceps, and they are sold in the market outside, for a few yuan a tael.

But even one or two cordyceps flowers are enough for cold dressing.

The waiter who served the dish also took the initiative to introduce the function of this dish.

What is beneficial to the liver and kidney, tonifying the essence or something.

Gong Ziying understood in seconds, and smiled. Chen Xing saw that something was wrong with him, and after a while, he realized that tonifying the liver and kidneys and nourishing the essence, isn't this just tonifying the kidney?
"Good stuff." Gong Ziying said.

Chen Xing nodded.

But he hasn't found a new girlfriend yet, why not?Don't you want to burn yourself to death at night?

So Chen Xing let Gong Ziying eat this dish, and he only tasted it.

The meat and mushrooms in the stone pot chicken were eaten up. Chen Xing took a plate of vegetarian dishes and put vegetables in it. Gong Ziying took a few mouthfuls of the fragrant chicken soup and joked: "It doesn't matter whether you find a girlfriend or not. It’s okay to suffer a little physically for those who travel, but you can’t let your younger brother suffer too, can you?”

Fortunately, Chen Xing wasn't drinking soup, otherwise he would have sprayed him in the face.

"I feel that your self-driving tour is not very serious."

"I made a lot of friends on the Internet before, and I took advantage of this opportunity to go out to play and meet. How about you? Pure travel?"

"Correct."

"What's the point of that? When you walk too much, you will get tired of seeing too much scenery. It's still interesting to make friends with different people, and there are two kinds of friends, one is wandering, like us, we know In the future, we can chat, being brothers, one is a kidney failure, and being a lover, if you have more of these two kinds of friends, you will know a lot of other people’s stories, which is much more interesting than traveling.”

Chen Xing clinked glasses of sweet tea with him, and said, "I finally know what the prodigal son in Gu Long's novel looks like."

"Prodigal son? Maybe, I don't think it's a good word, but I like it very much. Prodigal son, prodigal son, wandering wanderer. I don't plan to buy a house in the future. My home is wherever the RV is parked. I don't plan to get married either. What about passing on the family line, what about having two or three children, whoever you love."

There was dissatisfaction on his face, as if he scoffed at the concept of inheriting the family, and he was probably urged by his family members.

Chen Xing is a good listener.

But he couldn't help but look at Gong Ziying's teacup.

Get drunk with tea?
"Stop dating?"

"Talk, but I guess it's different from what you think." Gong Ziying put down her chopsticks, and asked Chen Xing with both hands on the table, "Can I ask you a question? Did your parents urge you to get married?"

"Yes, but they don't seem to be in a hurry."

Gong Ziying looked at Chen Xing's face, and let out a lifeless sound, understanding something.

"Don't worry, alas, I didn't mean to say this, I just want to say that I have no interest in getting married at all, I always feel that I am wasting my life."

"Why do you say that?"

"Isn't that right? Think about it carefully, what's the use of getting married? Find a woman who spends your money, and have a few kids who spend your money?"

Gong Ziying scratched her head and continued.

"My father's generation had three brothers and sisters, and my mother's had four. Among so many relatives, there was no one who lived happily after marriage. Besides, my brothers and sisters had a shockingly high divorce rate after marriage. "

Chen Xing recalled his relatives, nodded and said, "It makes sense."

"That's how it was. I have a cousin who works overtime every day to support his wife and two children after marriage. Whenever he has free time, he goes out to run Didi. In his 30s, his hair is about to fall out. You say this kind of marriage is over. What's the use? People's whole life is for cultivating the next generation?"

Chen Xing couldn't find any words to refute for a while.

next generation?
Isn't that called the crystallization of love?
Gong Ziying instilled in Chen Xing a lot of knowledge that he would regret getting married. Chen Xing could get goosebumps and immediately stopped.

"Don't, don't, let's go after dinner, and delay people's business."

Then Chen Xing and Gong Ziying started to rush to pay the bill.

Gong Ziying was the first to scan the merchant's WeChat, and then covered the QR code with her hand to pay the bill.

"I asked you to have dinner with me. I'm sure I'll treat you. Whoever organizes the game will pay for it. Why do you want to compete with me?" Gong Ziying said and walked out of the restaurant with Chen Xing.

Sitting in the restaurant, the temperature is very suitable, and now I have to blow cold wind when I walk out.

Chen Xing tugged at his collar.

"Thank you for this meal, the food is still delicious."

"Haha, you're welcome. Let's leave it at that. Let's see you later. Please listen to my complaints today. I'm just like this. I can't stop talking about everything. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I just like to listen."

Gong Ziying is gone, he is going to a place called Nimu tonight to meet a female netizen, she is a Tibetan, Chen Xing saw the photo just now, she looks pretty good.

This should have been a very good thing.

Putting it on Chen Xing, no matter what problems you will encounter with this female netizen, or even if you are in danger when you encounter a fairy dance, at least there will be no back like Gong Ziying when you go to meet.

A little bleak, a little lonely.

Chen Xing watched it for a few seconds, then woke up suddenly, took out the camera, and quickly pressed the shutter.

Then he yelled, "Hi!"

Hearing Chen Xing's voice, Gong Ziying subconsciously turned around.

"Keep traveling, you will always meet someone you like at one time."

Gong Ziying smiled: "Oh, you too!"

The two waved at each other and turned to leave.

Chen Xing looked at the photo in his camera, and thought that this photo must be saved. Gong Ziying is also a very interesting person, so he should talk to him more in the future. In case this prodigal son meets someone he likes in the future, After getting married, I will give this work to him again.

Gong Ziying is an optimistic, sunny, and somewhat handsome person.

But Chen Xing named this photo.

"A Sad Man"

(End of this chapter)