I was a fortune teller in 90

Chapter 94 Consistency of ideas is the way to go

After thinking about it, Dai Qing didn't hesitate, went back to the house, carried a small bag, pulled her hair into a bun, and walked out neatly,
"Going by bike or taking the bus?"

"It's only two stops away by bus. When you come back, you can walk and just eat." Cheng Hao stood up and the two of them went out together.

The newly opened Sichuan restaurant has a lot of people, mostly young people.

Cheng Hao found a seat for two people and handed her the food table, "Let's take a look first. Is there anything you like to eat?"

Dai Qing took the menu and looked around, "Do you like fish?"

"Anything is fine,"

"Then I'd like to have pickled fish with pickled vegetables. It looks like a big dish. It's served in a basin. One dish is enough for both of us." Dai Qing handed him the menu and said.

"That's not enough."

Cheng Hao added another portion of mapo tofu, one portion of kung pao chicken, one seasonal vegetable, and two bowls of rice before giving it to the waiter.

The entire Sichuan restaurant was filled with the rich aroma of fried chili peppers.

While waiting for the food, I heard an argument coming from the next table, "Are you embarrassed? Why don't you come out to have a good meal? You have to embarrass me, right?"

"It's so embarrassing. There are so many dishes that I can't finish. I can take them home and have another meal." The woman's defensive voice sounded.

"I shouldn't have taken you out to eat. It's embarrassing. Look here. Is there anyone packing leftovers? Besides, there's nothing left. These are all ingredients and can't be eaten."

The man's impatient voice sounded again. Although he deliberately lowered his voice, Dai Qing heard it clearly.

She looked back and saw that among the three dishes, the only ones left were the chili peppers cooked in oil and shredded onions and ginger.

"What's wrong with the ingredients? We all paid for this, and we don't steal or rob. I usually only put one or two chili peppers in my cooking, but I can eat this for a long time if I take it home."

"I'm too lazy to care about you."

The man was so angry that he got up and left. The woman still called the waiter to take the bags to pack. The waiter was busy running around and got tired of being called. She grabbed two bags and came over. She looked at the plates on the table and her eyes suddenly changed.

She muttered a few words in her native dialect, and just by looking at her expression, she could tell that she was not being polite. However, the woman didn't care. She cleared every plate before leaving with satisfaction, carrying her bag.

“What do you think about packing leftovers?”

Cheng Hao was facing the table and could naturally see it clearly.
"That woman is a good master of life, a good wife and mother, but this must be understood and recognized by someone. Otherwise, in the eyes of others, she will not be on the stage. When a couple lives together, they must have the same ideas to avoid conflicts."

Dai Qing looked at him in surprise, "What you said makes sense."

The two couples just now were not right or wrong, they just had different ideas.

"You two, your pickled fish is ready, please taste it."

The waiter brought a basin. The chili peppers that had been splashed with hot oil had a rich aroma, and there was a smell of pickled cabbage floating in the nose, which really aroused the appetite.

"Try it," Cheng Hao gave her a piece and motioned for her to try it.

The fish fillets are smooth and tender in the mouth, and the sour and spicy taste opens up the taste buds, making people happy both physically and mentally.

"tasty,"

Except when her grandfather was alive, she had no shortage of food and clothing. After marrying Liu Ming, she never went out to a restaurant again.

The dishes were all served, and Dai Qing tasted each one. In the end, he still liked the pickled fish.

After the meal, the two of them were sweating on their foreheads.

She ate more than half of the pickled fish, and Cheng Hao wiped out the rest. Even so, he still asked for two more bowls of rice.

(End of this chapter)