You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 317 pull hook
Ying Yu had no choice but to move the small square table in front of him a little farther away, and only then did he feel a lot more relaxed.

"Qingqing seems to like to find some hidden food stalls. If Qingqing didn't lead her, Ayu really didn't know there were such places in Beijing."

Ying Yu and Wen Qing'er sat opposite each other, looking at Wen Qing'er who was nestled into a small ball, he couldn't stop the smile on his lips.

"Ah Yu, don't underestimate these small food stalls, the taste is no worse than that of any restaurant!" Wen Qing'er raised her chin and looked at the two busy figures in the shop with a little envy in her heart.

"Those restaurant Qing'er can go there with A Yu at any time, but these food stalls that only Qing'er knows about, always want to be the first to bring A Yu over to try."

Ying Yu followed Wen Qing'er's gaze, a small chopping board and a simmering pot were all the items in the shop.

It is because of the laughter of this old couple that this small shop is full of warmth.

From time to time, the old woman handed Uncle Wang a bowl of tea, and from time to time, Uncle Wang pinned the old woman's hanging hair behind her ears.

Or the two of them don't speak a word, but just look at each other affectionately from time to time, and the warm atmosphere between the two people can't bear to speak out to destroy it.

Even though they were dressed in coarse linen, Xu was busy selling wontons for a month and couldn't earn a tael of silver, but they lived a happier life than many people.

There is no constant intrigue, no fame and fortune in front of you, just a simple life with the one you love.

Ying Yu grabbed Wen Qing'er's little hand and looked into Wen Qing'er's eyes: "Ah Yu also has a lot of scenery that he wants to share with Qingqing, and we will always be like this."

"Okay, Ayu can do what he says, let's pull the hook!"

Wen Qing stretched out her little finger, and Ying Yu imitated Wen Qinger's finger and hooked it, "If you hang yourself with the hook, you can't change it for 100 years!"

Childlike words murmured from Wen Qing'er and Ying Yu's mouths, and the words were originally unrestrained, but the two felt that they were really like a pledge of love, binding them tightly together.

"Guest officer, your wontons are ready! Who is the big bowl?" Old Uncle Wang walked up to Wen Qinger with two bowls of wontons.

Wen Qing'er was about to point the big bowl to Ying Yu, when she suddenly remembered something, she paused, and pulled the big bowl in front of her.

"A Yu eats the small bowl first, and I'll eat the other ones later!" Wen Qing'er got up and went to the shop, whispered a few words to the old lady, then borrowed an apron and loops, and cleaned her hands Began to work in front of the chopping board.

There were only seven or eight wontons in that small bowl, and Ying Yu ate it up in two bites, and then propped his chin, watching Wen Qinger kneading and rolling the noodles without blinking.

Ying Yu had never seen Wen Qing'er making soup for him with her own hands. She only saw Wen Qing'er pursing her lips slightly, her slender hands turning the dough into the desired shape like a magic trick.

It is obvious that she is wearing a man's attire today, but in Ying Yu's eyes, the people in this situation and scene are full of tenderness and affection.

He also made sweet-scented osmanthus candies for Qing Qingxue before, but I don’t know if it’s because he’s naturally against the kitchen.

But everything in this kitchen felt very good in his Qingqing's hands, completely lost his temper and self-willedness, a pinch of flour was made into a long thin noodle by Wen Qinger.

Ying Yu couldn't help but get closer to Wen Qing'er, and stepped forward to pick up Old Uncle Wang's work of boiling water. The two of them stood and sat, and they became a beautiful picture in the alley.

(End of this chapter)