Qu Yanbei changed into jeans, a short-sleeved T-shirt and sneakers, very casually.
After all, we were going to eat crayfish.
The weather in June is hot, which is a good time for cold beer and crayfish with barbecue.
Qu Yanbei arrived downstairs at Yun Qiao's unit, feeling a little nervous for no reason.
"Is it Mr. Qu?"
Someone pushed open the door of the unit building and came out.
A girl in her twenties, dressed in a long white dress, looks fairy-like.
She has a high ponytail, her skin is white, and she is very beautiful.
Just a pair of eyes with one green and one blue colored contact lenses, which added a bit of weirdness and coquettishness to her beauty.
"I am."
"Come in, I'm sent by Yun Qiao to pick you up."
The girl smiled and said, "My name is Yunjia."
"Yunjia?"
Qu Yanbei read the name and walked in, "Are you related?"
"Actually, Yun Qiao is my mother, and I take my mother's surname."
Yun Jia said.
Qu Yanbei: "..."
Sister, do you think I’m stupid?
Yun Jia chatted with Qu Yanbei and really wanted to take a peek at him. However, this man was quite tall. If he wanted to take a look at him, he had to raise his head. It was not easy to take a sneak peek anyway.
There was no other way, so Yun Jia had no choice but to talk to him openly and then look at him.
Her eyes were really eye-catching, and the pair of colored contact lenses seemed to have grown in her eyes, shrinking and expanding slightly. Modern technology is amazing, and girls' cosmetics are really magic.
Yun Jia looked at him so directly, which made Qu Yanbei feel uncomfortable.
"...To say it looks like it is a bit reluctant; to say it doesn't look like it is not a big deal."
Yun Jia felt depressed after seeing this.
The profiles are indeed somewhat similar, especially the corners of his lips that move when he smiles.
But he is far less good-looking than his father.
Is he her father?
Yun Jia couldn't be sure, because the image was very abstract, and she was afraid that Yun Qiao would be disappointed or even despair in the future.
When the two of them arrived on the eighth floor, Yun Jia opened the door and went in, shouting directly: "Mom, your friend has been received."
Yun Qiao came out of the study: "Yan Bei."
When Qu Yanbei heard this title, he was slightly stunned and seemed a little surprised.
He smiled: "Yun Qiao."
"You sit down first, I have something else to do.
Jiajia, pour tea for the guests."
Yun Qiao said.
She turned around and went back to the study.
Yun Jia was sitting on the sofa, chatting with Qu Yanbei.
Qu Yanbei was always a little nervous and felt very uncomfortable; although Yun Jia was good at talking, he always felt that there was a temptation in her words.
However, Qu Yanbei couldn't figure out what he was trying to test. His family background and resume could be found online; while Yun Jia was asking about his hometown and where his mother's hometown was.
Twenty minutes later, Yun Qiao came out.
She changed into a skirt, short-sleeved T-shirt, and sneakers, still comfortable and casual.
"Don't you drive anymore?
There’s a crayfish shop in the next street that does really well.”
Yun Qiao said.
"good."
The two of them set off on foot.
Although Qu Yanbei is not talkative, Yun Qiao is not shy and can easily chat casually.
The crayfish shop was quite crowded, so the two of them chose a seat on the second floor and ordered beer and crayfish.
There is a menu from another barbecue restaurant on the table. They cooperate, so you can order and have it delivered to you by that restaurant.
Yun Qiao ordered a few more items at random.
"...Do you usually eat these?"
Yun Qiao asked him.
Qu Yanbei said truthfully: "When I was young, I also ate haisei, but I stopped eating it recently.
When I was 28 years old, I gained ten pounds in half a year, and suddenly realized that irregular eating could lead to various problems."
Yun Qiao: "I thought you would say that your stomach is not a trash can."
"Food is enjoyable. There is no such thing as trash or trash. It is a consumption trap."
Quyan North Road.
Yun Qiao felt a little disappointed when she remembered that Xi Lanting would rather just drink than eat indiscriminately, and also said, "My stomach is not a trash can."
It is unlikely that this person is Xi Lanting.
But will Xi Lanting be reincarnated, and what will he be like?
Over the years, Yun Qiao has learned to hold on to even slim hopes, and she has truly become more humble.
Before the crayfish was served, Yun Qiao's phone rang.