Chapter 308

"No," he said She turned away from him.

He narrowed his eyes, tied her chin, forced her to meet him: "good, say it again."

"Well..." she moved her face and couldn't earn his hand. She yelled, "Jing chihan, all civilized people, no violence!"

"There are more violent ones." His voice fell, thin lips fell, swallowed her exclamation, tossed on her lips.

Her hand was still around her waist, tickling.

Joss was ticklish. She twisted about, but she felt like there was nowhere to go.

In the huge living room, her laughter was clear and loud. Xiao Jin, who was full of food and drink on the balcony, looked up. His tail like a big broom was shaking slowly. Under his stomach, there was a little kitten lying on his stomach. The kitten mewed and slept soundly.

Beside its paw, there is a big cat on its pillow. The cat stretches, shakes its hair, and then lies down to sleep again. It seems that she has been used to the bustle on the sofa for a long time.

For the last time, when I went out, it was already a little late.

Joss was sitting in the car, still holding a small photo album in the shape of a book in his hand. This photo album was not big, and joss didn't take many pictures when he was a child. He was full of money, and there were only a dozen pages in front of him.

As the car moved at a constant speed, joss turned to a page, handed it to the man in the driver's seat and said, "this is the tree. It was originally in front of my grandfather's house, but the house has been sold for a long time. I don't know if it has been cut down by the new owner now."

Jing chihan took a look, and sure enough, he saw a towering tree. He could not help but pick his eyebrows.

"How long has it been planted?"

Joss thought, "when I was born, there was that tree. In fact, it was not pure bred. It was transplanted by my grandfather. It seems that my mother liked to play on the swing when she was a child, but she didn't have her own house at that time. They were all allocated by the staff. So when my grandfather had the ability to buy an independent yard, he transplanted a big tree and built a swing on it, But my mother didn't go to play either. I was playing. "

The man didn't say a word. He didn't realize this kind of family affection. His grandfather died very early, and he could count the time he spent with him.

Looking at the picture, joss is sitting on the swing, with short hair, eyes bent and smiling, and his eyebrows and eyes are bright. He unconsciously raises his lips.

"By the way, it seems that sometimes I'll find a picture of my brother for you." The woman gave a sudden cry.

Jing chihan's face was not worried immediately. He glanced at her casually and said, "I don't want to see it."

"Don't be stingy." "We were all children at that time," he said with a funny look

She said while turning, but did not find the photo of Shiqing, the only one, is her and Shiqing's photo, but Shiqing was photographed, that Shiqing originally said not to, but joss thought she shot very well, so she had to, and then snatched it, also often used this joke Shiqing, said he can't take pictures, is the most spoiled model in the world.

Shi Qing always smiles. Sometimes she gets angry and holds her up and throws her to heaven to frighten her.

At that time, she was a little Douding. Shi Qing, a gentle scholar, could bully her. Now that she is old, she feels so precious.

The car drove all the way to the suburbs. On the way, there was a lot of traffic, and there were many shops nearby, mostly restaurants.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the sign of "rice noodles in casserole" not far away, and immediately exclaimed, "stop, stop by the side."

Jing chihan slowed down: "how?"

"Let's have rice noodles in casserole." The woman's eyes are shining, pulling his sleeve and pleading.

Jing chihan holds her finger in his backhand and looks out at the dining environment through the glass. This kind of small restaurant on the street has poor sanitation.

"Didn't you just eat?"

"But I want to eat this, Mr. Jing. Let's go. I'll treat you to it. It's delicious. It's a time-honored brand. There's no one near here who can eat it." Said Jose, unbuttoning his seat belt and running out in high spirits.

Jing chihan breathed and stopped her when she pulled the door: "it's not clean."

"Clean, clean, we eat in it, there will be no dust." She blinked and pushed the door open. She turned her head and looked at him pitifully.

Jing chihan doesn't pay attention to food. He basically eats everything. He doesn't have so many requirements. But the only thing is that he doesn't like places with poor sanitary conditions. No matter how delicious they are, he will discount them psychologically.

He didn't want to spoil the atmosphere for a bowl of rice noodles. After all, he connived at her and got out of the car with her.

Joss took his arm and led the man into the small restaurant. There were three or two guests in it. Seeing them coming in, the lady who was reading the magazine got up and said, "what do you want to eat?"

"Two bowls of rice noodles in casserole," he said She turned her head and assured Jing chihan, "it's really delicious. I promise you'll never finish."

The man helplessly looked at her, did not make a sound.

The landlady answered, went to the back kitchen and started the fire.

With a tissue in his hand, Jos wiped the chair and stool clean before he let Jing zhehan sit down.

This man, who has been high in his life, probably has never been to such a place.

Two people sit down, not for a while, obviously brought, far smell, is a fresh fragrance.

As soon as the rice noodles were put in front of her, she took off the chopsticks and began to stir.

The landlady next to her looks familiar, a little curious: "you've been to our store before."

It was many years ago that she came here last time. She was a little surprised. Does the landlady remember?

She nodded with a smile: "when I was a child, I loved to eat. At that time, I was an old grandfather and a fat uncle."

"It's my dad and my husband." The landlady said, with a faint smile on her face: "I didn't expect to be an old acquaintance. I'll send a dish and wait."

After a while, the landlady brought out a dish of fried vegetables and put it in front of her.

Jos thanks, and the landlady waves to read the magazine.

Jos felt that the temperature was almost the same, and the rice noodles were not so hot. He took a mouthful of it and immediately exclaimed, "it's still so delicious, a taste."

Jing zhehan took a tissue and wiped the soup splashed on her face: "take your time."

Joss mumbled a, see he hasn't moved, hastily urge: "you also eat, you also eat."

When I came in, the sanitary conditions here were not as bad as I thought. The tables and chairs were clean. There were plastic tablecloths on them. There were glass windows in the kitchen. I could see the whole process inside. It was not sloppy.

He tried to eat it. It really tasted good. There was a feeling of old rice noodles. It was not a gimmick made by those big hotels using all kinds of soup and materials. It was really a pure taste of three delicacies.