Chief, Love for you is wrong

Finally, he chose to stand aside and wait for her to order dishes. He was not used to sitting there alone.

During this period, she seemed to be bargaining with the old board who sold spicy hot for something.

Lao Ban said business was hard to do. She said she was also a migrant worker.

Both frowned and refused to give in to each other for their last interest.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Wen Jili suddenly smiled knowingly.

Finally, the woman's small face raised a triumphant smile. Opposite was the old man's helpless expression. It should be that he didn't get any benefit from Qin Jing, so he had to turn his head and yell at him.

"People who look expensive, how can they be so small!"

Wen Ji left the black line on his forehead. Qin Jing pulled her to the small low table next to him. First, he took a paper towel to wipe the stool he wanted to sit on and the table he would use later twice, and then patted the stool.

"Mr. Wen, sit down!"

Wen Jili took a faint look at Qin Jing. She did these things naturally without twisting.

"Why don't you wipe it yourself?"

Yes, she only wiped it for him, but she directly sat down on the stool, her expression being equally natural and not embarrassed.

She pulled her hair back to her ears and smiled at him indifferently, "I've survived in a dirtier place than this. What's this oil stain and dirt?"

"Then why did you wipe it for me?" Wen Jili asked, staring at the woman's face with thin eyes, and found that she had always looked flat.

"No reason! Do what you want. When you find out why, maybe you won't do it."

With that, without looking at Wen Ji, he began to look around. In addition to selling spicy hot, there were octopus balls and cake grabbing people not far away, similar to a ghost street.

On the other side, they sell clothes, bags and so on. They are directly spread on the ground with a piece of cloth, and the bags are placed on the ground. Some clothes are carried in hand or in a cart.

She pointed to the girl selling clothes across the street. "I used to sell that kind of pants, hot pants, with a purchase price of 8 yuan and a sale price of 19 yuan. Many young girls like it. It's fashionable enough."

She pointed to another stall, "I also sold those cotton pants, but before I sold two, the whole cart was pulled away by the city. At that time, I lost about 800 yuan. It hurts."

Qin Jing pouted slightly when he thought of the car's pants. "I don't know how many relatives my car's pants have been distributed to!"

When Wen Jili was about to speak, spicy hot came up.

Braving red oil, sprinkled with a thick layer of pepper, smelling Ji Li, I felt that my head was smoking.

The small low table they sat on was equipped with disposable chopsticks, which were inserted into the jar of washed Babao porridge. The periphery of the jar was even rusty.

She directly took out a pair of disposable chopsticks, tore open the plastic bag outside, patted the two chopsticks around, and raised her eyes to explain to him, "patting chopsticks like this before eating is to prevent chopsticks from sawdust."

Then, he ate the bowl and looked at it. His head would be smoking and hot.

Now, he just expects his bowl to come up later, and finally serve it after she finishes eating.

Unfortunately, things backfired. Wen Jili's inner thoughts came out not long ago. The bowl of spicy hot belonging to him was brought by the old man and came to him.

Wen Jili looked at the spicy hot in the old man's hand that night. He felt that he was smoking not only his head, but also his ears and nose. He put a layer of red, fire and hot pepper waving to him

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