It's the familiar Dashilan again.

Only this time it was inside a winding alley.

The "Menjia" Yang Mi mentioned is an old shop called "Menjia Luzhu".

As for why it is called Menzhang, maybe that is the reason why this alley is called Menzhang Alley?

When I saw the girl, I was at the entrance of Dashilan Pedestrian Street.

Her wavy hair was tied into a bun, her down jacket was changed into a long one, and she also wore a pair of thick-looking wool boots.

"What are you..."

Xu Xin was a little confused as to why the cover was so thick, but the girl waved her hand:

"I'm not feeling well. I came to Tongrentang to buy some medicine. I just remembered that I said I would take you to eat braised pork last time, so I made an appointment with you."

As she spoke, she stamped her feet:

"Hey~ let's go, it's too cold."

uncomfortable?

Looking at her attire, Xu Xin seemed to have guessed something. He did not continue to ask "what's wrong?" but let her lead her towards the large fence where more and more people were starting to appear.

“Have you ever had fried liver at this Tianxingju restaurant?”

"No. But I've heard that if you want to eat fried liver, just turn around the corner from Gulou."

"Yao Ji's food is very unpalatable. It's all starch. If you want to eat it, eat his. This is the most authentic fried liver."

"OK."

Xu Xin nodded, but just a few steps past Tianxingju, he suddenly saw a shop selling Xiaodiaoli Soup.

He had drank this before and bought it when he went to Wangfujing with some roommates last semester.

It's sour and sweet, and there's some red dates, white fungus, etc. in it.

He thought for a while and said:

"Wait for me for a while."

After saying that, he walked into the store.

Yang Mi thought he was going to buy cigarettes, but when she saw Xu Xin holding a trembling plastic paper cup in her hands after going out, she was obviously a little stunned:

"what?"

"Here, Xiaodiao pear soup. There are red dates and white fungus in it. It should be good for you, right?"

"Well……"

It was obvious now that she was really stunned:

"Did you buy this specifically?"

"Yes, aren't you feeling uncomfortable?"

"...You know I'm "unwell"? How do you tell?"

"The last time I listened to the cross talk, the temperature that day was minus ten degrees, and you were wearing a pair of sneakers. Today is even warmer than that day. You still wear such thick clothes. Isn't this obvious?"

After handing her the hot pear soup, Xu Xin said casually.

But Yang Mi was dumbfounded.

this……

So careful?

He subconsciously looked at the cup in his hand.

It has been covered with a layer of red dates.

Whose Xiaodiaoli Soup can give so many red dates? No need to ask, he must have asked for more...

"Did you specifically ask for the red dates?"

"Yes, I gave you an extra dollar."

"...How much does this cup cost?"

"Four yuan, plus an extra yuan for red dates, five yuan."

"You're fooling a fool! Xiaodiaoli soup costs four yuan? Isn't this a profiteer..."

"……ah?"

Xu Xin, who was stunned by her reaction, subconsciously said:

"Wangfujing sells it for six yuan."

"Who goes to Wangfujing! That place is for people from outside Mongolia... uh..."

Look into Xu Xin's innocent eyes.

No matter how the girl looked at him, she felt that he almost had the word "taken advantage of" written all over his face.

I was touched and speechless at the same time.

What touched me was his attentiveness.

What was speechless was that... she always felt that their consumption views were completely inversely proportional.

But... as the warmth spreads, this cup of Xiaodiaoliang soup, which can be cooked at home for less than one yuan, is already better than the bag of brown sugar ginger she bought specially from Tongrentang.

Water is much stronger.

Holding the cup, she sighed:

"Sigh...really, let's not be taken advantage of in the future, okay? Do you know how simple it is to make? Just chop a big pear into pieces, then get some white fungus, throw a red date into the pot and cook it.

…”

"Okay~"

Xu Xin agreed with a heartless look.

"Shall we go?"

"...Let's go. Suck~Tsk, tsk..."

"What's wrong?"

"It tastes really bad. You can make Xiaodiaoli Soup so tasteless and still have the nerve to sell it for money. I think Dashilan will be like the second Wangfujing in a few years. This place was really fun when I was a kid, you know

What?..."

As they walked, Yang Mi told him interesting stories about her childhood.

And when the two of them walked to the entrance of Menzhang Alley, the topic had changed from childhood to "child stars".

"I didn't pay attention to my studies. In addition, I wanted to be a star when I was a child, so I got admitted to Beijing Film Academy. Otherwise, I guess I would have gone to Tsinghua University by now."

"laugh……"

Xu Xin couldn't help but sneered.

What is this girl talking about?

You can go to Tsinghua University as soon as you ask?

"You do not believe?"

After drinking half a cup of pear soup, the girl raised her eyebrows as her body warmed up.

"What score did you get in the college entrance examination?"

"...Why do you ask?"

"Just tell me how many points you have."

"More than three hundred."

He told the truth, and there was nothing shameful about it.

Art candidates have low scores to begin with.

"Cut, slag."

She raised her proud head:

"I was the first in the professional admissions program last year, did you know?"

"Well……"

"Guess what my score was in the college entrance examination?"

"five hundred?"

It's really amazing for an art student to score 500 in the exam.

"583!"
To be continued...