do you owe

Gu Qingmei was a little surprised and said: "You eat so much."

Hang Junbai glanced down, and his expression became a little hesitant, as if he was saying, is this too much?

Gu Qingmei recalled the two big bowls of rice that she quickly prepared when she was at her house that day, and said with an indescribably complicated expression: "The food in this temple tastes... quite ordinary."

After listening to Hang Junbai, he silently put back half of the vegetarian dishes he got, but was stopped by an aunt who supervised the cooking: "You can't put back the things you took away, you have to finish them, or you will be disrespectful to the Buddha. "

She could only bite the bullet and put the dishes back on the plate.

The two of them carried the dishes, avoided the crowd, and returned to the long table.

Hang Junbai picked up a steamed bun, took a bite, and immediately frowned.

Seeing her reaction, Gu Qingmei couldn't help laughing: "Is it so unpalatable? When I ate it before, I thought the steamed buns were okay, except that they were a bit dry."

Hang Junbai took another sip of porridge silently, pain was written all over Gao Leng's mask.

The porridge is made from old rice, which has an indescribably stale taste, and unlike the porridge in the cafeteria, which is thickened with alkali, the taste is naturally not very good.

Gu Qingmei suppressed a smile while comforting her: "Just think that what you eat is the blessing of this year, come on."

Then she stuffed a mouthful of boiled cabbage herself, chewed it twice, and swallowed it whole.

"Auntie cooking at this year's temple fair, her level has dropped a lot."

Hang Junbai raised his eyes, glanced at her lightly, and smiled slightly on his lips.

She looks handsome, somewhat neutral, with a slightly sharp masculine hairstyle, and that cold face that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, it will naturally give people a sense of distance that is not easy to get close to. Now she curls her lips and smiles, even if Just a light touch, it seems that the spring breeze blows in an instant, and the peach blossoms bloom.

It is warm and beautiful that tantalizes people's hearts.

Seeing that Gu Qingmei was stunned.

Hang Junbai looked at her quietly, with no expression on his face, but Gu Qingmei suddenly didn't feel that sense of alienation anymore.

"how?"

She kept staring at people, and Hang Junbai was puzzled.

Gu Qingmei quickly looked away, lowered her head and drank the porridge: "It's nothing."

The food at the temple fair was really unpalatable, Gu Qingmei ate all the boiled vegetables with difficulty like swallowing, and she drank the remaining half bowl of porridge in one gulp.

solve!

But Hang Junbai, who was on the opposite side, was still fighting with the white flour steamed buns, frowning.

Gu Qingmei looked at her remaining steamed buns, vegetables, and porridge, took a deep breath, and said, "Bring the steamed buns and I'll help you eat."

Hang Junbai shook his head: "No need."

Then he continued to chew bit by bit with a bitter face.

Gu Qingmei looked at her with her chin: "Then you bring me some food for you?"

Hang Junbai still shook his head, with a painful expression on his face that he was about to finish his meal while crying.

I don't know if it's because I'm so strong, or because I don't want to bother Gu Qingmei.

But Gu Qingmei remembered that she had helped her twice in class, so she still took the initiative to take away the steamed bun she had left.

Hang Junbai followed the steamed bun with his eyes, all the way to Gu Qingmei's face, half of his cheek was still full of something in his mouth, his expression was a little cold, and he was a little stunned for not reacting.

Gu Qingmei suddenly wanted to tease her, shook the steamed bun in her hand, and asked her: "Why, are you still reluctant?"

Hang Junbai shook his head, and silently pushed the bowl of porridge to the middle: "It's very choking."

Gu Qingmei's heart is slightly hot, this person, with a cold face and a careful heart, is actually a warm girl who pretends to be aloof.

"Hey, that's how couples should be." The old lady on the side interjected, "Eat bitterness together, and it won't be so bitter."

Gu Qingmei blushed, and quickly denied: "No, grandma, we are really not a couple."

I have already seen through your expressions on the old lady's face: "You see that your partner has never denied it from the beginning to the end, which means that she believes in this relationship in her heart, so don't be reserved."

Gu Qingmei blushed and said: "It's not that she doesn't deny it, but she doesn't talk much."

So too lazy to deny it, probably?

The old woman laughed loudly and said, "My old man also talks less."

After finishing speaking, she leaned over again, and whispered to Gu Qingmei: "People who talk less are the most likely to be shy. If you have nothing to do, tease him more, it's very fun."

Gu Qingmei glanced at Hang Junbai with a stern face, and suddenly remembered the expression she had when she was caught stealing lemonade at dinner that day.

It seems that it is quite fun.

The two finally ate everything, Gu Qingmei's mouth was full of indifference, and she murmured that she was going to buy candy.

Just when the two of them went out, they met a seller of candied haws, but unfortunately there was only the last bunch left.

Hang Junbai naturally gave up the candied haws to Gu Qingmei with a cold face.

Gu Qingmei peeled off the transparent tape, and before she finished her mouth, she felt that it would be bad for her to eat alone, so she turned the direction of the candied haws and brought them to Hang Junbai.

"The first and biggest one is for you to eat."

Hang Junbai hid back for a moment, expressing his refusal.

Gu Qingmei warmly invited, handing over candied haws and sending them forward: "Try it, try the taste of our Xun'an Town candied haws."

Hang Junbai glanced at Gu Qingmei.

She raised her face, her curly hair was scattered around her cheeks, her bangs were a little messy, and her smooth forehead was exposed in fragments. Under her slender eyebrows, there was a pair of clear eyes, full of expectation, looking straight at her.

Hang Junbai pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and then slowly opened his lips, biting the top hawthorn with his snow-white teeth.

The candy skin was crushed, and the sweet and sour taste spread between the lips and teeth. I don't know if the green plum also smells like this.

A heat gradually surged on her face, even if she turned her head away, she couldn't hide her reddish ears.

Gu Qingmei saw it with sharp eyes, and at the same time she was a little surprised, remembering that the old lady said that people who talk little are easy to be shy, and now it seems that this is really the case.

Hang Junbai is a girl who doesn't talk much, but is actually very shy.

Fake cold.

"Is it delicious?" Gu Qingmei asked with bright eyes.

Hang Junbai hummed.

Gu Qingmei also lowered her head and bit a hawthorn, and agreed vaguely: "It's really delicious."

Hang Junbai glanced at her secretly, the red on his ears was deeper.

"Do you want more?" Gu Qingmei asked her while chewing.

Hang Junbai shook his head, his eyes only on the road.

Gu Qingmei was no longer polite, so she ate them one by one.

After eating the hawthorn at the back, she couldn't bite out the whole hawthorn, she could only chew half and half. After she finished eating, one corner of her mouth was covered with sugar stains from the gourd stick.

But she ran out of paper while eating, so she could only ask Hang Junbai: "Do you have any paper?"

Hang Junbai hesitated for a moment, and replied: "No."

Gu Qingmei let out an ah, and asked with red candy on the corner of her mouth: "Then what should I do?"

Hang Junbai looked down at her open and closed lips, and pursed her lips.