As soon as she entered the store, Chu Zhiyan spoke Shanghai dialect and said, "Master, 8 steamed steamed buns, two bowls of wontons, don't need green onions for wontons."
With her appearance and speaking such a slick Shanghai dialect, no one would say that she is an out-of-town villager.
Yang Heyu would also admit that this kind of Chu Zhiyan is charming, people around want to look at her but dare not look at her, they can only take a few vague glances while sucking soup and chewing, as if they are already satisfied.
Yang Heyu handed her the small note in her hand, and she asked: "Shanghai people eat sweets, are you used to it? Little Beige always adds a portion of chili oil to dip it in."
"It's okay, I'm very adaptable." Yang Heyu told Chu Zhiyan about his feat of drinking soybean juice. He described the unique smell, which made Chu Zhiyan frown.
Chu Zhiyan leaned against Yang Heyu sweetly, and said softly: "Look, if you were in Shanghai, we could have breakfast together like this every day."
She raised her chin, looked at him coquettishly, and added: "No need to go to the restaurant, I'll make it for you."
Such words actually made Yang Heyu's face darken. He came to Shanghai this time with a purpose - not only to make up for the mistake that made Chu Zhiyan cry before, but also to inform her of a decision of his own.
It's just that this decisionis not so easy to say, he doesn't want to say it so early.
Yang Heyu is not a person who likes to escape, but he really can't bear to spoil such a beautiful atmosphere.
"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zhiyan stretched out a hand in front of Yang Heyu's eyes and asked, "Are you tired?"
"No." Yang Heyu picked up the small plate, poured some vinegar, and said, "Shanghai people are really strange. They are steamed buns, but they want to be called steamed buns. I will try to see if the fried steamed buns are good in a while."
Suddenly, he remembered another important matter, and quickly let go of Chu Zhiyan's hand.
He took the backpack behind him, and winked at Chu Zhiyan mysteriously.
"What are you doing? Is there a gift?" Chu Zhiyan raised her chin and looked into the backpack he was groping cooperatively.
Yang Heyu pulled out a beautifully packaged bag from it and handed it to her.
Chu Zhiyan took it over happily, opened the packaging bag and took a look - it was a white shirt with puff sleeves, made of yarn, which looked very dreamy. But it's really not Chu Zhiyan's favorite style. Her taste follows Zhou Manqing's, and she likes to do subtraction things. This kind of complicated design can't catch her eyes.
Chu Zhiyan pursed her lips and smiled, and sighed: "Oh, if you don't buy scarves and gloves, your taste will be completely exposed!"
Yang Heyu smiled, scratched Chu Zhiyan's nose, and said, "Don't be sarcastic, this is given to you by my lady."
Chu Zhiyan couldn't believe it, she pressed the bag with both hands, and asked: "Aunt Tian Min gave it to me?! Is it true!"
"It will be replaced if it is fake."
Chu Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief, and after a while she covered her face and smiled embarrassedly: "What's the matter? Why did Aunt Tian buy things for me?! Sheshe knows the two of us"
Chu Zhiyan blushed completely with Yang Heyu nodding his head in secret joy.
She didn't care about etiquette, she leaned on the table and said, "Oh, how embarrassing!"
"There is nothing to be embarrassed about," Yang Heyu said close to her ear, "When you come to our house in the future, just remember to serve her tea."
Chu Zhiyan immediately sat up straight, stretched out her hand and slapped Yang Heyu's chest gently, the sweet punishment had no deterrent effect at all.
Yang Heyu took her hand and smiled. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com