Li Xiang stood upright in front of Zhang Ling, maybe because he was much prettier in person than in the photo!
He was still cursing in his mind. Those online said that women couldn't get a PhD because they couldn't find a boyfriend, couldn't find a job, or were ugly.
He was too excited and asked in a hurry:
"Hello! Are you a migrant worker?"
After hearing this, Zhang Ling burst into laughter, her sweet and elegant smile almost completely intoxicating Li Xiang.
"I think you should ask if you would like to be a migrant worker's girlfriend."
Maybe because he was late, he planned to turn around and leave immediately when he saw Li Xiang, but he felt somewhat guilty in his heart, so he still looked at the migrant workers in front of him.
After Zhang Ling finished speaking, she inadvertently moved a bunch of black hair that was obstructing her vision with one hand and fixed it behind her ear.
Her action made Li Xiang's body feel inexplicably hot, so he took off the helmet on his head and took it in his hand.
He lowered his head slightly for a while, then suddenly raised his head slightly embarrassed and smiled at her:
"Wrong, I was wrong. It seems you were the one who asked the question just now. You said it because you fell in love with me, right?"
"Yeah!" She smiled and nodded.
The smell of sweat from a man's body hit his nostrils with the wind.
Such a strong smell of sweat.
Plus the dirt and black lubricating oil stains on the work clothes.
She was basically certain that Li Xiang must be a migrant worker.
I couldn't help but murmur that Aunt Wang was really unreliable.
Is this the so-called Dr. Turtle?
If he could smell seafood, she would definitely think that this man specialized in sea turtles.
However, Zhang Ling despised this man from the bottom of her heart.
Especially the smell of sweat from men's bodies.
In the past, whenever she smelled this kind of smell, she would pinch her nose, and the man who smelled like sweat would immediately get away from her with a look of disgust on her face.
But now her body was very honest in urging her to move forward, wanting to enjoy it and smell this smell for a while longer.
Her strong rejection before has gradually become less intense.
There was even a slight urge to get to know each other better.
Li Xiang went on a blind date for the first time and got the wrong password and was a little confused.
But when I saw Zhang Ling smiling non-stop, she usually didn't stutter, but now she said with a bit of a stutter:
"I, what should I say next? It seems like... I... I'm sorry!"
He struggled for a while and felt that the safest way at this time was to apologize proactively!
When he saw Zhang Ling's bright smile, he knew that the blind date was initially successful.
At present, it seems that the other party at least doesn't hate him.
…
Teahouse near the park.
The decoration is high-end and elegant, and generally those who come in and out are those with a certain social status.
Zhang Ling walked into the teahouse first, but Li Xiang was stopped at the door by the teahouse staff and listened to contemptuous remarks.
"Hey, wait a minute, where did this stinky migrant worker come from? How can someone like you come in without even looking at this place?"
"I am……"
Before he could finish his words, the teahouse girl said sharply:
"What am I? Get away quickly, don't affect the enjoyment of our customers drinking tea."
"Girl, I want to say that I'm here to drink tea just like that lady. She can go in, why can't I?" Li Xiang argued with a wry smile.
With his current status, he never thought he would be treated like this again.
He looked at Zhang Ling and prayed in his heart that it would all be worth it.
Zhang Ling only glanced back at Li Xiang without saying a word.
Instead, he found a random place and sat down elegantly, like other tea drinkers in the teahouse.
Specifically looking to see how he should handle it?
The teahouse girl didn't even look back and continued in a more contemptuous tone:
"You are the only one who knows the lady inside? Haha, don't you look at your lowly outfit, you are only qualified to go to an ordinary noodle shop and drink cheap tea brewed in a big teapot. Don't be nagging. Get out, get out,
If you don’t get out, I’ll have someone kick you out.”
Li Xiang listened to the girl in the teahouse using the word "cheap" every time, which was extremely harsh.
Then she looked at the people drinking tea in the teahouse. They were all laughing, including Zhang Ling, who was looking at her and smiling slightly.
Only then did he realize that Zhang Ling had chosen the place.
Perhaps her main purpose was to let him know that they were not from the same world, so that he could retreat in spite of difficulties.
This is an indirect rejection for him.
In other words, it is a test.
"You...do you know..."
Hearing what the teahouse girl said, he felt a little angry and wanted to show his identity domineeringly, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he quickly put an end to the thought.
Now that you can't get what you want by exposing your identity, all the previous misunderstandings and suffering will be in vain.
The teahouse girl continued Li Xiang's words and said:
"You don't need to say it. I know you will say that the construction of the city cannot be separated from you migrant workers. Don't worry! I have thanked you from the bottom of my heart countless times. But this still cannot change the fact that you are humble."
"Okay, okay, good on you!"
Li wants to know that there are still many people like girls today who think like this.
This is a pathological phenomenon caused by the general environment.
It is difficult for him to change alone.
The teahouse girl continued to scold with a bit of pride:
"I understand, then get out of here! Don't embarrass yourself here."
Li Xiang glanced at Zhang Ling again, not expecting her to come to the rescue.
But he has been working hard in shopping malls as a stand-in for many years, and has long developed a strong adaptability.
This glance is more like a declaration of accepting the challenge.
He restrained his anger, straightened his chest, exuding an aura of arrogance, and then put on a kind smile and said:
"Girl, isn't this just a place where you drink tea? You open the door to do business, you sell tea and I drink tea, but it's not like I don't pay for it. Why doesn't your teahouse only charge expensive money?"
Zhang Ling listened to Li Xiang's words, lowered her head and picked up the tea cup, paused for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at him, smiled slightly and nodded.
This can be regarded as an affirmation of Li Xiang's response.
"Of course! Our store's rules are: we only accept expensive money, and we don't accept any other money." The teahouse girl said proudly.
Zhang Ling took a sip of tea and glanced at the eye-catching shop rules mentioned by the teahouse girl.
Li Xiang grinned and asked:
"Excuse me, what kind of money is noble?"
"Money is the same as people. In public perception, money paid by people with status and status is naturally noble." The teahouse girl was even more proud of being flattered.
Although there are often criticisms of worshiping foreigners, in real life many people's cognitive behavior is like teahouse girls, who like foreign things intentionally or unintentionally.
This naturally includes money like foreigners.
Li Xiang sighed helplessly, took out a brown wallet from his body, and counted out two pieces of money with a face value of one hundred, and one of them happened to be money issued by another country.
He looked at the teahouse girl whose eyes were shining and said:
"Look, I have two hundred-dollar bills here. If you tell me in front of everyone here, which one is noble and which one is humble, how about I give you both?"
The teahouse girl is also experienced in the world, and she knows the Bolly trademark of the wallet.
I originally suspected that the wallet was genuine, but for the sake of foreign currency, I temporarily gave up the idea.
"My dear sir, everything you say is true!"
The teahouse girl changed her attitude and her eyes glowed brighter.
"nature!"
After speaking, Li Xiang threw the coin in his hand and it fell freely to the ground.
The little teahouse girl hurriedly squatted down with excitement and took the lead in picking up a hundred yuan issued by another country. She shook it in front of her eyes and listened to the clear sound of the coins. She further confirmed that the wallet was authentic:
"Of course this one with 100 yuan is more expensive."
Then with a little hesitation, he picked up another hundred yuan issued by the country and touched the anti-counterfeiting pattern as usual:
"Anyway, this one is a bit cheap, so it's given for free."
The words and deeds of the teahouse girl instantly aroused strong resentment among those who claim to be patriotic.
But only whispers of dissatisfaction could be heard, and no one stood up to judge the teahouse girl.
Li Xiang said with a bit of contempt in his eyes:
"Girl, you are very good! I will give you the money as a tip."
"This distinguished gentleman, please come in!"
The teahouse girl picked up the money and stood up. Not forgetting her identity, she quickly bowed at 45 degrees to invite.
He glanced at Zhang Ling specifically, and there was more admiration and adoration in her eyes.
Li Xiang did not forget to ask jokingly at this time:
"Now am I qualified to go in and have tea?"
The teahouse girl did not answer directly. For the sake of money, she immediately bowed 90 degrees and shouted:
"Dear sir, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding. Please come in!"
Li Xiang glanced at the teahouse girl contemptuously and walked towards where Zhang Ling was sitting.
She stood up slowly with a smile and politely invited him to sit down.
She never thought that this man, who did not rely on external help but only relied on his own wisdom, would actually sit opposite her.
Zhang Ling sincerely admired the man.
They say it's hard to find a man with potential, but she unexpectedly met him today.
But unlike the teahouse girl, she is a person who has never seen the world and knows that some people have a hobby of collecting coins.
Therefore, this does not negate the previous judgment on Li Xiang’s identity as a migrant worker.
"I wonder what you like to drink? I asked for a pot of Dahongpao. It is said to be from the Jiulongji stone wall of Tianxinyan in Wuyi Mountain. I tasted it and it tasted good. Come on, you can try it too."
Zhang Ling smiled, poured a glass herself, and handed it to Li Xiang with both hands.
This behavior almost shocked the girl in the teahouse just now.
I didn't expect that such a beautiful and elegant lady actually knew that "stinky migrant worker".
This also proves from the side that the identity of a man is not simple.
The teahouse girl wiped the cold sweat that had just formed on her forehead and prayed silently:
I hope they won't tell their boss what happened today.
Li Xiang took the tea cup and first noticed that the tea soup was deep orange-yellow, clear and bright, with a distinct scent of osmanthus. He savored the fragrance in his mouth, put down the tea cup, looked at Zhang Ling and said slowly:
"It's Dahongpao. But it can't be the mother tree. It should be Qidan Dahongpao."
"Do you know tea?" Zhang Ling looked at Li Xiang with bright eyes and asked.
"I don't really understand it, it just tastes good. When I have nothing to do, I just like to know some knowledge about tea." Li Xiang said with a smile.
This answer made her overjoyed. She didn't expect that they had the same hobby.
Because of this, she felt a little more fond of the man in front of her.
Zhang Ling smiled slightly and kept her breath steady so as not to let him think that she was happy about this.
"Back to the topic, let's talk about this blind date between you and me."
"Okay!" He was waiting for this sentence.
Zhang Ling's expression returned to something serious and she continued:
"Then let me first tell you what I think about this blind date!"
The tone of his words made Li Xiang somewhat unhappy.
It felt like he was listening to the leader's instructions.
But out of politeness to the lady, she still agreed and said "ok".
"It's the first time you and I meet. I don't care what you think of me?"
"Huh?" He was a little more curious about her. Obviously, she didn't intend to say anything about the test.
"Aunt Wang must have told you about my situation. As a woman, I, Zhang Ling, have worked hard in this city for many years and became the intelligent manufacturing project manager of X joint venture technology company. I am still not satisfied with this achievement."
He instantly realized that he had made a blind date with the wrong person.
The girl Aunt Wang introduced was a girl who had just obtained a doctorate and was going to teach at X University.
But he had already been impressed by Zhang Ling's unique personality charm.
Want to hear what else she has to say next?
"Because I want to achieve greater success at work, I have never planned to get married. I am here today because of my old father who worked hard to bring me up. He has been forcing me to get married."
The single-parent family is very similar to the girl who teaches. The only difference is that she was raised by her father.
If he decided to pursue Zhang Ling, her father would be a good breakthrough point.
"According to the general starting point of women looking for men, they are just looking for a reliable money bag. As you can see, I can easily enter and leave such places without any financial pressure. So men are dispensable to me.
Accessories.”
The domineering nature of these words made him feel it deeply.
He has never thought about what kind of life partner he should find?
At this moment, the corners of his mouth naturally turned up in a beautiful arc.
Zhang Ling noticed Li Xiang's smile and said with some displeasure:
"Did I say it was funny? It doesn't matter. I tell you not to define me rashly. I will subvert your imagination."
In her opinion, most men would think hard about a decent reason to leave after hearing these remarks.
