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Chapter 3, God Loves to Watch Women
Looking at the fruitless vine for two seconds, Meng Qingchi looked at the cucumber seedlings and said, "I haven't come here for two months, but your cucumber has a good harvest. Is it bitter?"

Lu An closed the courtyard door and replied, "It's not bitter."

As he spoke, he walked over to pick a fat and tender cucumber, habitually rubbed it on his clothes a few times, broke off the root and handed it over:
"Have a taste? It's fine if you think it's dirty."

Meng Qingchi looked at his fairly clean old clothes, took them with a smile, and took a bite.

When she reached the door of the main room, she suddenly stopped in place, smelling the toilet water, frowned and asked, "Has Lu Xueping been here today?"

Lu Ann said, "I just left not long ago."

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi didn't intend to go in, so he gave him the woven bag, and said calmly, "Go and tidy up, and come out with me."

Lu Ann glanced at the woven bag, and found that the contents inside were wrapped in newspaper, and nothing could be seen.

But he didn't bother to ask any more questions, so he put down his bag and followed him out the door.

On the opposite side of Guifei Lane is an old tea room. On the left is a few piles of rockery, and on the right is a small pond. There are three Sijigui trees growing beside the pond. Smelling the faint fragrance, the two entered the tea room.

In addition to the lobby, there are 12 booths in the tea room. Meng Qingchi likes 9 booths. It happens every time. I don’t know the specific reason?

And Lu Ann likes one, where he can see all kinds of people outside through the glass.

"Is there still Biluochun today?" Meng Qingchi asked.

"Sold out." The waiter replied.

In the past, an old man was in charge of the teahouse. Because of the bad business, he retired early.Later, a plump woman came to take over, hey!Hell, the same recipe, the same location, the business has come back to life, and it's getting better.

At the beginning, the young Lu Ann didn't understand why the tea pourer changed.

Later, after a hard night, he realized that the customer is God, and God depends on women, and no one can do anything about it.

"Then have a pot of mao tea." Meng Qingchi said.

Maocha is a synonym for local tea. It tastes bitter but has an endless aftertaste.When Lu An was a child picking tea leaves to subsidize his family, he would often stuff his mouth with the original Maocha, and he loved this tune very much.

In my memory, this waiter always wears a cheongsam, a fancy cheongsam, a slit cheongsam, and her legs are exposed all the year round.The young and old in Guifei Lane gave her the nickname "White Pole".

The white pole is a kind of poisonous mushroom, which means that this woman's big white legs can be amazing.

Because of this, the women in Guifei Lane looked at her wrong anyway, and secretly scolded her as a vixen, corrupting customs, and showing her legs and hips every day to seduce men.

The waiter grabbed a handful of tea from the tin can and sprinkled it into the spout of the teapot. Lu An clearly saw a centipede with full feet running out, hesitated for a moment, and got into the crack of the table.

The waiter violently shook the corner of the table, and the centipede was shaken to the ground. Then a shoe stepped on it, and with a twist of the toe, there was a pile of rotten meat on the ground, and blue juice overflowed.

Lu An said to Meng Qingchi: "Sister Qingchi, let's change places."

The waiter said: "This is not for you, it is for seat No. 10."

This, this is really a conscientious waiter.

Lu An was dubious: "Do you want Maocha too?"

The waiter didn't talk nonsense, and delivered the pot of tea to booth No. 10 under the noses of the two of them.

The two looked at each other, Meng Qingchi replaced Tieguanyin, and then made the bubble himself.

Because of Brother Centipede's tragic situation, Lu An paid special attention to the guests at booth No. 10.It turned out that they were two middle-aged men and women, and they looked familiar. They had bumped into each other many times in the teahouse.

At this time, the two men were bragging and exchanging ideas with each other.

The gray cloth man said: "Now I mainly eat bull penis, and occasionally eat tiger penis. I found that after the age of 40, men rely on this thing to continue their lives."

The man in blue asked: "Is this thing effective? I managed to get a tiger whip some time ago, but it didn't work after eating it."

The gray cloth man "relyed" with a foul word, and was shocked: "This thing is useless? Then you don't have a dysfunction, do you?"

At this time, the gray cloth man's female companion asked the blue clothed man: "Then what are you eating now?"

The man in blue said, "I mainly eat snakes now."

As soon as the words came out, the people who were listening in the nearby booths were full of doubts?

The gray cloth man suddenly pointed his head at Lu An and asked, "Little brother, I know you are a cultural person, does a snake have a whip?"

Under Meng Qingchi's quiet gaze, Lu An replied with a straight body: "Brother, the snake itself is a whip."

The people nearby immediately laughed, and the person in booth 10 left after a while.

Meng Qingchi picked up the teacup and blew a few breaths, took a sip and asked, "How is your scholarship exam?"

It's okay not to mention this, but when Lu Ann is mentioned, Dandan is sad.

Not reborn later, not reborn sooner, but happened to be reborn during the scholarship exam at the beginning of each semester.

However, luckily in the misfortune, it was the last subject of geography at that time, and he still did more than half of it.He also did the rest of the small part in a daze, but he was not sure if it was right or not.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Meng Qingchi asked, "Did you pass the exam?"

Lu An answered truthfully: "I failed the last subject."

Meng Qingchi asked: "The last subject is geography?"

LuAnn said, "It's geography."

Meng Qingchi stared at him at Xiaohui, very puzzled: "As far as I remember, your geography and mathematics are the same, and you get full marks almost every time."

Well, there is a flaw.

Lu Ann lied without blushing: "I had a headache at the time."

Meng Qingchi put down his teacup and asked seriously, "Have you had a headache again recently? Is it serious?"

Lu An secretly said that he was guilty, and continued to lie: "Fortunately, I didn't sleep well that night when I quarreled across the door."

No. 8 of Guifei Lane is famous for its gunpowder barrels, and Lu An used them as scapegoats from time to time.

Hearing this, Meng Qingchi heaved a sigh of relief, but still said: "The National Day holiday is coming soon, and when the time comes, you come to the hospital to look for me, and I'll ask someone to take a look at it for you."

Meng Qingchi is a doctor at the Municipal People's Hospital and graduated from Hunan Medical University, the predecessor of Xiangya Medical College.The reason why she chose to return to Baoqing to work was because of family reasons.

Lu An knew what happened to him, and it wasn't caused by a headache, so he could only say, "I'm planning to go home for National Day, and I miss my elder sister and younger sister."

This is what he said in his heart. After being reborn, he desperately wants to see them and see if they are doing well.
If it wasn't too far away from home, he would have left in the afternoon.

Thinking of the situation in his family, this time Meng Qingchi no longer insisted, but said earnestly: "I know what your concerns are? But now is not the time to think about money.

You are going to take the college entrance examination in less than a year. This is a major event to change your destiny. You can't break down, you know.

Listen to my sister, you will receive the holiday one day earlier for the National Day, and I will take you to check it carefully. "

The other party said the sincerity, the words have come to this point, Lu An had to agree.

At the same time, I was thinking that it would be good to have a checkup, but it took a lot of effort to solve his mental weakness in his previous life. I don’t know if he will be healed after his rebirth?

Seeing his silence, Meng Qingchi thought he had hit a sore spot, so he changed the subject and said:
"You should take the initiative to talk to people more on weekdays, and don't always stay alone like a gourd."

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