Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

When the stinky tofu came up, Murong Xue's expression was very interesting.

This was the first time she had shown such a rich and revealing expression in public.

Her nose twitched, unable to hide her resistance, and she confirmed with Song Pingqing again: "Are you sure this thing is really delicious?"

"I like it very much." Song Pingqing nodded, "Actually, this is a less smelly version."

"Is this still--?" Murong Xue's voice became higher, but her words stopped abruptly.

That's right, considering their style of always choosing the most luxurious and safest hotels, people here are indeed less accepting of bad smells, so reducing the smell is normal.

"Then take a bite and let me see."

Song Pingqing thought this request was cute and fun, so he did as he was told.

Well, it tastes good, but it does lack some street flavor.

Song Pingqing really likes the various toppings in the street-side stinky tofu, especially the sauerkraut and coriander.

The taste after adding it is really amazing.

Unfortunately, the stinky tofu here is a bit simple. It looks similar to the glutinous tofu in southern Yunnan. Not only is the color not black, there is not even any soup. There are two dipping sauces, but they are not broth, but a dry sauce and a sweet and spicy sauce.

To be honest, the locals would be so angry that they would flip the table when they saw it.

After all, apart from that faint smell, it has nothing to do with real stinky tofu.

No wonder when Murong Xue was hesitating, the waiter repeatedly emphasized that this was an “improved version”.

Murong Xue observed and saw that Song Pingqing showed no abnormality after eating, so she tentatively took a piece and ate it.

Song Pingqing propped up his chin and looked at her with a smile: "How is it?"

Murong Xue's eyes lit up, and she pretended to be calm: "Okay."

But her actions were honest. She simply reached out her chopsticks and picked up another piece.

Seeing this, Song Pingqing decisively ordered another one.

Eat whatever you like.

After dinner, I went out shopping. The night view of Orange Island is very beautiful, and the various special foods in the snack street are also very good...

Murong Xue covered her mouth and nose: "Oh my God, why is it so..."

"Yes, this is the taste of real stinky tofu." Song Pingqing had anticipated her reaction. He took out a mask from his pocket, tore open the package and put it on her.

After putting it on, Murong Xue's condition really improved a lot. Thinking of the taste she had at dinner, she sighed, "The stinky tofu in the hotel is still better. It's not stinky."

That's pretty good. Not only is it not smelly, it's not much like stinky tofu.

Oh, and the price is good too, one portion of eight blocks of tofu costs 888 yuan.

In other words, neither of these two people cares about this little bit of money. Otherwise, if it were an ordinary person, they would have posted the price online for everyone to judge.

"I want another one before I leave tomorrow." Murong Xue made the decision immediately.

"Really? Are you sure you only want one?"

Song Pingqing thought of the way Murong Xue used chopsticks to create afterimages, and laughed so hard that he shook.

Such an attitude earned him a pinch from Murong Xue.

"Ouch, ouch ouch."

Only those who have been screwed know how painful it is.

Song Pingqing immediately admitted his mistake: "Ouch, stop laughing, stop pinching me."

"You admit your mistake so quickly." Murong Xue retracted her hand and complained, "If it were a coal briquette, he would still be stubborn for five seconds."

The coal ball next to him woofed in dissatisfaction.

"Why should I compete with it? It's not shameful to admit my mistake to you." Song Pingqing changed the subject and his eyes fell on the stall not far away. "But I plan to have a try."

After all, this kind of real stinky tofu is more in line with Song Pingqing's preferences.

Murong Xue herself doesn't eat street food, but she won't stop Song Pingqing from eating: "Eat now, now that you're here."

So the folk saying "Don't talk about the second brother as the eldest brother is almost the same" comes true here.

Murong Xue ate three servings of stinky tofu in the hotel.

Song Pingqing ate three servings of stinky tofu on the street.

In terms of quantity, it was really fair. Murong Xue, who had just blushed because she ate too much stinky tofu, immediately found a way to turn the tables.

"Tsk." Murong Xue pulled out a piece of paper, as if she was helping Song Pingqing wipe off the soup that had accidentally stained his hands.

In fact, it is legitimate...well, those who understand will understand.

"Looking at your attitude, you'll probably want another portion before you leave tomorrow." Murong Xue was extremely vindictive and would take revenge on the spot. "Oh, I forgot, one portion may not be enough, after all, someone else also ate three portions."

Song Pingqing:...I really didn't expect the local stinky tofu to be so fragrant.

Song Pingqing was speechless and just watched Murong Xue wiping his hands and laughed foolishly.

Murong Xue's face turned red when she looked at her. She could only say that it was a good thing that she was wearing a mask.

He shook off Song Pingqing's hand in a huff and walked forward.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't run so fast." Song Pingqing has long arms and legs, and he quickly catches up with him. "There are a lot of people here, don't run too fast to get out of the protection of the bodyguards."

"Know it!"

But Murong Xue soon couldn't laugh anymore.

The difference between the reduced-odor version and the real version is too great. Even after returning to the hotel, Song Ping washed many times and used the strongest mouthwash, but Murong Xue still always felt that there was a residual smell of stinky tofu on her body.

I don’t know if it was a psychological problem or if there really was still some smell in her, but in any case, Murong Xue was furious.

"You stink!!!" Murong Xue pulled the quilt over to her side and glared at Song Pingqing, her whole body filled with resistance, "You are not allowed to come over here!"

Murong Xue: I regret it. I regret it very much. I really regret it. I shouldn't have allowed Song Pingqing to eat there.

Murong Xue felt wronged, and Song Pingqing also felt wronged.

"I've brushed my teeth five times."

Song Pingqing had the word "injustice" written all over his body and turned to the bathroom again.

"Don't go! I don't think it will be completely gone no matter how much you wash."

In Song Pingqing's incredulous eyes, Murong Xue said, "Go get another room."

"You want to sleep in a separate room from me??!!"

This is no longer just sleeping in separate beds, this is sleeping in separate rooms!

Before this, even if Song Pingqing racked her brains, she probably would not have thought that the reason why they slept in separate rooms would be so outrageous.

However, Murong Xue was firm in her attitude and said in a resolute tone: "I! Don't! Care! Anyway, you are not allowed to sleep with me today!"

It seems that it is really unbearable even a little bit.

Song Pingqing grabbed a pillow from the bed and walked towards the sofa in the living room with the pillow in his arms depressed: "We can sleep separately, but we can't have separate rooms!"

Song Pingqing: I'm really confused. We kissed each other yesterday, and today she turned her face against me.

Lying on the sofa, hugging a pillow, Song Pingqing felt extremely depressed.

A broken mouth makes you greedy.

The doorbell rang.

"Who is it?" Song Pingqing walked over.

"Hello, this is the extra bed service you requested."

There were two waiters standing outside the door, pushing a cart: "I'll add an extra bed for you."

Song Pingqing: She loved me so much that she didn’t really let me sleep on the sofa. She called to get me an extra bed.

Song Pingqing stepped aside to let the waiter in.

The waiter was also someone who had experienced a lot of ups and downs, and was accustomed to the guest's request to "add an extra bed in the living room."

Song Pingqing was just about to talk to Murong Xue about how the mattress on the extra bed was so high-end when he discovered that the bedroom door was locked.

He looked as if he was afraid that she would go back in the middle of the night.

The door was cold, but the laughter was deafening.

Song Pingqing: Broken mouth!!!