Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"The weather is fine, let's go out for a stroll," Han Yu said in a gentle voice, "It's just at the intersection from your community, and I'll wait for you there in half an hour."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Yu hung up the phone without giving Tang Xia any room to maneuver.

The girl looked at the phone blankly, dumbfounded.

She logged into the forum again, trying to find the popular post from yesterday to see the follow-up progress of the matter, but unfortunately, after turning through many pages, she didn't see it. Tang Xia was surprised. After thinking about it, it might be that the administrator thought it had a bad influence and deleted it.

After guessing like this, she didn't feel relieved anymore, maybe Jiang Cheran didn't see Han Yu's message last night, so the matter just passed away.

Tang Xia stuffed her phone back into her pocket, greeted Tang Zhihai, put on her bag and shoes, and was about to go out.

The last time I met Han Yu, although she arrived a little earlier than him, she was considered late. Tang Xia actually doesn't like being a latecomer. She thinks that arriving at the appointed place early is a kind of respect for others, and it means that she cares about this trip.

So she will arrive earlier this time.

The building of the girl's house is very close to the entrance of the community. It takes only ten minutes to get to the convenience store at the crossroads after turning a corner.

But to Tang Xia's surprise, as soon as she went out, she saw a familiar figure at the intersection from a distance.

The boy was wearing a black coat, and the brim of the hat was lined with watermelon red, which added a rare touch of playfulness to his indifferent image. The sun was just right today, and the wind was warm. He probably felt a little hot, so he rolled up his sleeves above his forearms, revealing his lean arms with clear bones.

Tang Xia's head became hot, and after such a long distance, she shouted——

"Han Yu!"

The boy turned his head, his eyes half-closed, and the corner of his mouth curled up in an intoxicating arc.

The girl trotted over, panting slightly, and looked up at him, "Are you so fast?"

Han Yu reached out and rubbed her slightly messy hair naturally, raised his eyebrows and replied, "I was late last time, didn't I promise you that I would never be late again next time?" In fact, when he called her , has reached the intersection.

Tang Xia made a grimace, waved his arm away, and said with a smile, "Did you arrive early?" She saw through it at a glance, and asked directly.

Han Yu shrugged and did not deny it.

"But if I don't have time, can't I come out? Then you've been waiting for nothing?" Tang Xia grinned at him, walking slowly backwards with her hands behind her back, her smile facing the sun was extraordinarily bright.

"You are free."

Han Yu stared at her and said firmly.

Tang Xia was stunned, turned his eyes away for a moment, looked at the vehicles passing by the roadside, and couldn't help smiling, "Where are we going?"

The green light at the intersection began to flash, and the countdown counted down, and it jumped to the red light after a while. Han Yu stretched out his hand to grab Tang Xia, pulled her back, and said in a low voice, "Don't walk like this."

Tang Xia turned her head subconsciously, only then did she see that the light was red, she said with a little embarrassment: "Understood," she asked again, "Where are you going?"

"Casual shopping, I'm bored at home alone," Han Yu replied, "By the way, I heard that a store on Fuzhou Road has a new flavor of Qingtuan, which has become very popular on the Internet recently, let's go and see Look?"

Tang Xia's eyes lit up, "Salted egg yolk meat floss green balls, isn't it? I've heard about it too! It's super hot!"

Haicheng is a coastal municipality directly under the central government. There are no famous landscape and cultural attractions in the city, but some time ago, it became popular with the help of an Internet celebrity "Youth League". Many people come here admiringly, and spend hours queuing up just to buy a box of Qingtuan and try something new.

The Salted Egg Yolk Meat Floss Youth League took advantage of the Ching Ming Festival to sharpen its presence and earn a lot of attention.

Tang Xia covered her mouth and smiled, "It seems that you know a lot about new things on the Internet."

Han Yu was noncommittal, as if he had thought of something, he turned his eyes narrowly and said, "Yes, I still play forums and keep up with the trend." There was a trace of teasing in his eyes, and Tang Xia looked inexplicably guilty.

She quickly changed the topic, "Then we have to go there quickly, it is said that we will queue for more than three hours, and there is a purchase limit."

Tang Xia grabbed Han Yu's wrist, waited for the green light to turn on, and dragged him across the road.

The boy laughed silently from behind.

Fuzhou Road was not far from here, but it was troublesome to reverse the car. After about 40 minutes of tossing, Tang Xia and Han Yu finally found the small front shop.

The shop's signboard is not conspicuous, there are no fancy neon lights or billboards, only a few large characters, and a simple whiteboard with scribbled sales slogans on it. three thirds.

Tang Xia stared at the long queue in front of the store, dumbfounded.

After a rough count, there were about twenty or thirty people.

"Oh my god, when will this be scheduled..." the girl retreated.

Han Yu walked forward first, and said calmly as he walked: "It's okay, let's go together," he encouraged her, "Soon, don't you want to have a taste of what it is that can attract so many people from other provinces and cities? Come to line up to buy?"

Tang Xia was irritated by his words, she gritted her teeth, "Alright then, platoon!"

The Qingtuan in the store is made and sold on the spot. There are 150 steamed dumplings in a basket, and only 25 boxes can be made. Although the number of purchases per person is limited to a maximum of 5 boxes, it still takes a lot of time.

A few aunts in front of the line were gossiping, saying how delicious the green dumplings here are, but the price has gone up now, and a box of 6 can be sold for about 50 yuan.

In fact, the sales are like this. When the popularity on the Internet stirs up speculation, the price soars in a straight line.

Tang Xia listened secretly. The aunt in front was like a professional gourmet, and she described the taste of the Youth League in a very specific way.

"His egg yolk green ball is different from egg yolk moon cakes and egg yolk rice dumplings. The egg yolk inside is broken and mixed with meat floss. The skin is glutinous and the stuffing is crispy. It is steaming hot just out of the cage. Take a bite, That taste..."

Tang Xia swallowed.

"I waited in line for more than 4 hours when I came back last time, just to buy 5 boxes. My grandson likes to eat it, and can eat several at a time. The egg yolk is rusty to bite, and it is very fragrant, so delicious!"

Tang Xia sniffed, looked up at the team that was slower than snails, feeling very sad.

It is said that waiting is suffering, and it is true.

Tang Xia and Han Yu were in the line, and a few more people came after them, and the line kept getting longer.

On the other side of the street, two women were shopping, and behind them was a bored little girl who was idly watching the long queue at the small shop.

"What do you sell there? The line is so long?" one of the women asked.

Du Ruo glanced at it, and said, "It's just the youth group that is popular on the Internet, do you want to go and see it?"

Ying Xuefu walked behind, glanced at the words, and suddenly felt that there was a figure in the team, which was very familiar.