Chapter eighty-four, hot pot

Gong Haohui took one look, but could not resist Luoying's invitation, finally sat down with a stiff upper lip.

He looked at the weather-beaten look of the table, two hands do not know how to put, had to insert, into the pocket, a serious staring at the Luo Ying.

Luo Ying looked at his hands in pockets sitting at the table with a frown, like a very angry little daughter-in-law, can not help but "Chuchi" laugh out.

At the sound of Luo Ying's laughter, Gong Haohui became very alert and his face became even uglier.

"What are you laughing at? "

Luo Ying still calculate understand this man's temperament, if he does not have a nerve words. So to his character, if Luoying frankly say why she should laugh, I'm afraid the man will not under the head of the leave, so she still did not say it.

"It's nothing, it's just nice to see you! "

Gong Haohui heard this, feel better, he narrowed his eyes, mouth slightly upward to look at her: "So, you admit that you have fallen in love with me now? "

Luo Ying Sneers A, collect up smiling face.

Still can't joke around with this guy.

After a few minutes, the shopkeeper came over with a teapot in one hand and a cup in the other. He put down two iron tea bowls and filled them with water.

"GRANDPA, I'll have a coke, and the hot pot will be the same as before. "

Luoying often come here, so the food here can be said to be familiar with the way, and the boss Has Mastered Her preferences, do not need to add more details.

The boss kindly looked at Luo Ying, pointed to her side of Gong Haohui, "Ying Ying Ah, your boyfriend does not need any drink? You have to take care of his taste is not it? "

Luoying as the boss's voice looked past, only to see Gong Haohui a face of suffering sat there, eyes looked at the table also do not know what to look at, she embarrassed turned to look at the boss.

"It's okay boss, he doesn't need it. And he's not my boyfriend. "

The boss looked at Gong hao-hui thoughtfully, a semblance of a smile, nodded his head and left.

Luo Ying always felt his expression is a little strange, but do not know where strange.

"Why don't we eat somewhere else? Thai, French, Korean, whatever you want! "

Suddenly, he looked up at PARESTHESIA and said, he's here now, and he's always feeling worms crawling up his body.

Luoying or the first time to see Gong Haohui actually have this kind of time, her hands supporting the head, pouting mouth coquetry said: "but I want to eat here today! "

Gong Haohui looked at Luoying eager eyes, finally put to say all the words were swallowed.

The lights are on, and this is the busiest time of day in the Snack Street, which is full of nearby residents, some dressed in boxer shorts and flip flops, rushing down for a late night snack to end a busy day.

Everyone here is out every day, worried about life, the only time I feel relaxed is this time with friends to drink, very uncomfortable.

Once Luo Ying is also one of these, think of every time with Gong Xiao Ai come here he is very happy, because miss the taste here, he once want to recognize the old uncle here when his Godfather.

Ah, this time to come, but did not take him with him, to think that after a while back, he must make to come again.

Food soon came up, the old man first set up the pot for them, the fire is very strong, not long before it began to steam. Dishes have been unconsciously on the whole, the dazzling array of piled up on the table.

Gong Haohui had never eaten hot pot. His childhood education at home was that such roadside food was very unhygienic. In addition, he was a neat freak, so he physically rejected the kind of food that could be eaten together, the mere sight of the boiling oil made his scalp tingle.

Luo Ying looked at the heat is almost, began to eat in the pot, fat beef and mutton in the pot to play its role, constantly stimulating Luo Ying taste buds, adjust Kocho, just cooked she could not help but wash chopsticks into the mouth, with that happy look on his face.

Gong Haohui looked at the side of Luo Ying a face intoxicated look, the heart is very confused. Soon his stomach began to growl, too, especially at the round table of only two.

Luo Ying heard the noise, forced to want to laugh, desire to hold in.

"Are you sure you don't want one? It's delicious! "

She picked up a shrimp and waved it in front of Gong Haohui, trying to seduce his hungry heart.

Gong Haohui don't face, don't let Luo Ying see a little inkling.

"I'm not hungry. You eat. I ate in the afternoon. "

Luo Ying disappointedly withdrew the chopsticks, then continued to the food in front of the big appetite got up.

Gong Haohui feel at the moment the air is a little bit awkward, so still desperately want to talk about the topic want to arouse the dialogue between the two.

He turned to look at Luo Ying, her mouth a little oil star, he could not help but take out a piece of paper to help her wipe.

"Have you been here before? You seem to know your way around. "

Think of just stall boss incomparably kind of call Luo Ying's nickname, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I used to live around here, remember? "

Gong Haohui thought about it, as if it were true, Luo Ying lived around here before she moved.

"And I used to live around here when I lived out with my mom, and we used to eat here before my mom got sick. ME AND AI AI come here all the time. My uncle has owned this stall for more than 10 years, and it always tastes the same. Every time I come to eat it, I miss it very much."

With that, Luo Ying's mou son is full of memories, in the mind is all once she and Wei Suxin together dependent on the day, but she has been gone.

"Why are so many people here? "

Although just a small stall, now also has been close to zero, but here is still full of people, it seems that we have not yet left the day, everyone is mixing wine, have fun.

"because bustling with noise and excitement, of course, only has this short time to relax every day, so we should stay with our friends, have dinner and drink wine, and of course hot pot is only lively when we all eat together. "

Luoying looked at Gong Haohui motionless staring at the crowd, took the opportunity to pick up a piece of meat, to the speed of lightning, stuffed into his mouth.

Gong didn't have time to duck, froze for a few seconds, and tried to chew. Luo Ying One facial expression is expectantly looking at him, "how? "

I have to say, the smell of hot pot is really fascinating, even Gong Haohui can not help but start to be attracted to it.

But in the face of luoying questions, he still pretend calm, silently picked up the chopsticks, and a piece into the mouth, a face reluctantly nodded.

"NOT BAD! "