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Out of the central city supermarket, Herry said he was thirsty. Song Qianqian went to the nearest coffee shop with him. The waiter brought them two order books.

Song Qianqian raised his hand, turned it over, ordered a latte and a small plate of matching cake, put down the list and asked Herry, "what do you want to eat?"

The two of them talked in English all the time. The waiter also knew English. After Herry ordered what he wanted to eat, he took the list and prepared it.

"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, shallow, you own a cake shop and eat cakes made by others." Herry was busy and began to joke again.

"As an inspirational gourmet, I must taste all kinds of delicious food." Song Qianqian answered him with his head down while turning over entertainment magazines.

"Yes, yes, this time Alan is blessed with a gourmet mommy who can eat all kinds of delicious snacks and grow up."

"Are you envious or jealous?" Song Qianqian smiled and looked up at him.

"Both," Herry admitted.

Song Qianqian chuckled, still helpless, and continued to turn over the magazine in front of him. The waiter brought her latte, Herry's espresso and two small cakes. On the way, she took off her mask in order to eat.

He showed his delicate white face.

"I'm right. I can see my face. It's natural beauty. Don't wear any masks. In your country's words, it's that... That monster."

He also said a four character idiom, which is really inexplicably interesting. Song Qianqian's mood is getting better and better.

"I'm just used to it."

"This habit is not good. The mask is always stuffy, which is bad for the skin."

Song Qianqian smiled and didn't answer his question. The two talked about a lot of things. They had nothing to do.

Before she wanted to leave, Herry went to the toilet. Song Qianqian sat alone and looked through the magazine. She took a look at the time with her mobile phone. She didn't worry. She specially asked sister Yi to help pick up little Alan. She drove here by herself. It's convenient to go home.

Outside the glass wall, Junlin holds xiaonianchu. Behind him, a driver helps carry things. The three people take the elevator and go down together.

"Uncle, are we going home now?" xiaonianchu ate ice cream obediently in Junlin's arms.

She never makes trouble in the elevator. She is a very good little girl.

"Yes, if we don't go home, is there anything else we want to buy in Xiaochu?" king Lin asked as he got off the walking elevator, paying special attention to the position of children.

After getting off the elevator, turn left directly. Junlin entrusted xiaonianchu. Xiaonianchu turned his big round eyes and thought, "I still want to eat sweet cake. The kind of cake tasted by brother and Mommy al must be very sweet."

"Brother al's Mommy? Does brother al's Mommy make cakes?" Junlin finally grasped the key point. Just now xiaonianchu has been saying that brother al's mommy has a sweet cake smell.

Xiaonianchu shook his head, holding an ice cream stick: "I don't know. I just think brother and Mommy al's taste is very sweet, just like cake."

Junlin still has some doubts, but where can children be particularly serious, so she doesn't intend to go deep into it. Since she likes to eat cakes, she can go to a cake shop and buy a big one. He touched Nianchu's head placidly, and his eyes were full of tenderness. I just wanted to go forward, but suddenly I was severely shocked by a figure on the glass wall, and the radian of the corner of my mouth immediately sank.