Everyone walked to the table and looked at the noodles and fried sauce on the table. Huang Bo bent over and sniffed, "Hey, Beijing fried noodles, I haven't had them in half a year."
Song Yi, who had dyed silver hair and earrings, looked unbelieving, "Are you sure this is what's in our refrigerator?"
"I guess it won't be too delicious. Let's just make do with it!" Luo Xiaoqian divided the two washed cucumbers into two and handed them to several people respectively. "I remember that old Beijingers like to bite into fried noodles.
Cucumber, so I didn’t cut it!”
Time was tight, so everyone was not too polite and immediately picked up their plates and started eating.
Two cucumbers were divided into two pieces. The three young men and Leng Zimo just finished dividing them. Luo Xiaoqian did not keep her own share.
The three young men did not notice this and took it in their hands unceremoniously, but Leng Zimo noticed it.
"your!"
He raised his hand and sent his share to Luo Xiaoqian.
Lifting her face and looking at Leng Zimo, she opened her lips and wanted to speak.
"What's mine is yours!" Leng Zimo said.
No matter what it is, whether it's a priceless gem or this small piece of cucumber, as long as he has it, he will give it to her without reservation.
Luo Xiaoqian smiled, took the cucumber, divided it into two, and sent half of it to him.
"half each!"
Leng Zimo smiled and took the cucumber.
Sitting opposite, Li Mingjie, a skinny boy wearing glasses, looked at Leng Zimo, and then his eyes fell on Luo Xiaoqian, "I would like to ask, are you... Miss Luo Xiaoqian?"
"Do you know me?" Luo Xiaoqian raised her face in surprise.
"No wonder you always look familiar to me." Huang Bo raised his face from his nose, "You are Li Mingjie's goddess. That guy's computer desktop is full of your photos."
"But now he can give up!" Song Yi laughed ambiguously and patted his brother comfortingly, "Leng Di's girlfriend, you'd better not have any inappropriate thoughts."
"What nonsense are you talking about? I just like Miss Luo's songs." Li Mingjie explained with a blushing face.
"Ahem!" Huang Bo coughed lightly, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and eat, and continue working after eating!"
After the meal, several people continued to work. Luo Xiaoqian took the initiative to clear the table, and then helped clean the kitchen, which the three grown men really couldn't praise.
"Shall I take you back to the hotel first?" Leng Zimo stepped forward, took the garbage bag in her hand, and helped her carry the garbage out of the door.
"It doesn't matter, I can just do it for one night. I can also help you make coffee and so on. And... I want to be with you."
It was more than an hour's drive back and forth from the hotel, and she didn't want to waste his time.
Bending over and kissing her gently on the forehead, Leng Zimo did not insist, "Okay, but once I start working, I will be very involved and may neglect you. Don't mind."
Luo Xiaoqian laughed, "Am I that stingy?"
In this way, the four men were busy all night. Luo Xiaoqian went to the backyard to practice dancing, and then went to the front to help them make coffee. It was not until midnight that she fell asleep on the sofa covered with a blanket.
Later, Luo Xiaoqian was awakened by the cheers of several men. She opened her sore eyes and saw that several people had gathered behind Huang Bo's chair. She asked curiously, "Is it done?"
