After Yang Cheng left, Lin Ruoxi and Li Jingjing played with the children for almost an hour before the children were urged by Principal Cha to eat.
Lin Ruoxi and Li Jingjing were finally able to leave. Although they were reluctant, they were girls after all and their physical strength was about the same. After saying goodbye to Principal Cha, they left the orphanage together.
Walking out of the courtyard, Lin Ruoxi said to Li Jingjing, "Jingjing, I'll send you back. It's getting dark."
Li Jingjing smiled and shook her head, "No need, Sister Ruoxi, it's only a short distance for me to walk back. You'll be home much later than me, so you should drive home first."
Lin Ruoxi also knew that Li Jingjing's rented house wasn't far, so she nodded and said, "Do you want to have dinner together?"
"I bought some ingredients yesterday and haven't finished cooking. Let's go back and eat. Sister Ruoxi, why don't you come over to my place and have a seat? My cooking skills are pretty good." Li Jingjing suggested.
Lin Ruoxi's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, "Jingjing, are you good at cooking?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Can you … teach me? I can pay for the ingredients." Lin Ruoxi said.
Li Jingjing doubtfully said, "Sister Ruoxi, didn't you say that your Mother Wang is good at cooking?"
"Yes, but … but I'm afraid of being seen by that annoying guy." Lin Ruoxi said embarrassedly.
Li Jingjing lowered her head and was silent for a while, then said, "Okay, but Sister Ruoxi, if you learn how to cook next time, you must let me go to your house to eat a few times. Just treat it as a thank you gift to your little master."
Lin Ruoxi happily nodded, "Of course, but you have to teach me. I really don't know how to cook at all."
"Then it's a deal!" Li Jingjing stretched out her little finger.
Lin Ruoxi smiled sweetly and made a pinky promise with her. The two of them laughed like little girls.
At the same time, Yang Cheng, who didn't go home for dinner, was wandering around the deserted streets of Dongcheng District.
After meeting Yang Jieyu and Li Jingjing for the whole day, he felt as if there was a stone pressing on his heart. He didn't have much of an appetite. After saying goodbye to Mother Wang, he wandered around the city on foot.
Since he was not in a good mood, Yang Cheng was too lazy to go to the annoying night market. He chose an old street with the least amount of people. It was the place where some old residents of Zhonghai stayed. At night, there were only a few residents going in and out.
The cold wind of the night poured into his collar, but Yang Cheng didn't care at all. He walked alone on the dimly lit street. If one didn't look closely, they would think he was a tramp.
Just when Yang Cheng's mind was empty, the phone in his pocket vibrated. Yang Cheng took it out and saw that it was a call from Mo Qianni.
After returning from Sichuan Province, this workaholic like Lin Ruoxi rarely contacted him. Although they were clingy in private, when they bumped into each other in the company, she pretended not to see him. This made Yang Cheng smile bitterly.
Picking up the phone, Mo Qianni's sweet voice came through. "Sweetheart, where are you?"
This woman was acting coquettishly again. Yang Cheng smiled and leaned against a pole on the side of the road. He took a deep breath of the cold air.
"In your heart."
Mo Qianni didn't say anything for a long time on the other end of the phone. Finally, she burst into laughter. "What should I do? You make me have the urge to sacrifice myself."
Yang Cheng's eyes lit up. "Really? Then don't be impulsive. Put it into practice. "
"Then if you say a few more words that make me impulsive, I will put it into practice." Mo Qianni said unwillingly.
"Grandaunt, these words can only be said when love is strong. You want me to say it out loud? How can I say it out loud?" Yang Cheng said dejectedly.
Mo Qianni giggled. "I won't joke with you anymore. I have something serious to ask you."
How can this be a joke!? Yang Cheng gloomily thought.
"What is it?"
"It's almost the end of the year. Where are you going for the company's year-end trip?" Mo Qianni asked.
Yang Cheng thought for a moment and said. "Last time the public relations department helped me sign up. I remember it's Japan. What's wrong?"
Mo Qianni sighed in a low voice. "The people from the Ministry of Finance are all in the country. I can't go with you. What a pity."
Yang Cheng smiled. It was actually because of this matter.
"Why? Are you happy that no one is controlling you and you can go and provoke Japanese women?" Mo Qianni heard Yang Cheng's smile and immediately said in an unhappy tone.
"What are you thinking? Am I that thirsty?"
"Yes!" Mo Qianni said with certainty.
Yang Chen almost choked. He couldn't say a word.
Seeing Yang Cheng not saying anything, Mo Qianni faintly said. "Actually, it's none of my business if you want to provoke them. In any case, they're both mistresses. Reaching out is just asking for trouble. I was just casually saying it. If you really provoke them, you can only swallow your anger."
Yang Cheng's nerves tensed up. He smiled and comforted her. "How can you say that? It's my honor to be controlled by Little Qianqian. I'm happy in my heart."
"Really?"
Fake … Yang Cheng thought in his heart and said, "Of course it's true. Why would I lie to you?"
After chatting with Mo Qianni for a long time, he finally made her happy and hung up the phone.
Yang Cheng felt that it was tiring to deal with women. He did not feel hungry just now, but his stomach was rumbling after the phone call.
He looked around and saw that most of the shops were closed. There were only a few small restaurants that looked dirty and uncomfortable. After walking for a while, Yang Chen found a food stall with a trolley at the intersection of a street corner.
Yang Cheng often went to this kind of spicy and fried food cart stall in the past. Although it wasn't very hygienic, it was cheap and there were a lot of varieties that Yang Cheng liked.
There was no one in front of the cart stall. There were three plastic stools and a box of liquor of unknown brand. It was a good choice to eat snacks and drink liquor on a cold day.
"Sir, what would you like to order?" The voice of the stall owner was very clear. It was actually a young girl.
Yang Cheng pulled a stool and sat down. He did not notice at first, but when he looked up, he almost laughed out loud.
"Why is it you, little sister."
The girl in front of him was the girl who pickpocketed on the bus during the day. He did not expect that she would set up a food cart stall here. It seemed that the barrel of oil during the day was indeed used by her for business.
When the girl saw Yang Cheng, she was also stunned for a moment. Then she asked warily, "Uncle, are you following me?"
"Why would I follow you? To send you to the police station? If I did, I would have caught you on the bus during the day. I was just walking around and was hungry. I did not expect to meet you. " As Yang Cheng spoke, he took out a string of spicy kelp and took a bite. "It tastes good. Since we are friends, can you give me a discount?"
"I also brought a string of one piece," the girl said ruthlessly.
"You child, you can't be so stingy when doing business. Give me a discount when you should." Yang Cheng said with a smile.
"I said, I am not a child. Uncle, if you want to eat then eat. Don't grumble. If you don't want to eat then leave. Leave the kelp money." The girl said unhappily.
Yang Chen felt that this girl was rather interesting. She was born tender and fair, making her look petite and adorable. But when she spoke, the expression on her face made her look like a little chili pepper. Especially when she stared at him with her big black eyes, it made him feel happy.
"Okay okay, I will eat. I am giving you money but your attitude is so bad." Yang Chen sighed and took out a small bottle of white wine from the liquor box beside him. Casually, he took a plastic cup and poured himself a glass.
"Liquor is five dollars a bottle." The girl said again.
Yang Cheng smiled and shook his head. He took out a few skewers of other snacks. As Yang Cheng took them, the girl quoted the price.
After eating a dozen skewers, Yang Cheng also drank two mouthfuls of the spicy liquor. His stomach felt warm. He saw the girl stir-frying some red and white food on a metal plate. There seemed to be some spicy sauce and vegetables. A sour and spicy smell wafted over. He asked curiously: "What are you stir-frying?"
The girl did not even raise her head and said: "Fried rice cake."
"I have eaten fried rice cake before. I have never seen something like this." Yang Cheng was puzzled.
"This is a Korean style fried rice cake. My mother taught me how to make it. She added kimchi and Korean spicy sauce." The girl said.
Yang Cheng smiled: "Could it be that your mother is Korean?"
The girl raised her head, her brows arched and her eyes filled with impatience. "Uncle, you talk too much. Can't my mother be Korean?"
Yang Cheng smiled and waved his hand: "That's not what I meant. I was just talking about you. You don't look like a Hua Xia person. Your temperament is also different. So you are a mixed-blood Korean."
"Heng, mixed-blood? Temperament? Uncle you really know how to talk. Don't Hua Xia people like to call Koreans Bangzi? What temperament could they have?" The girl laughed.
"You can't be so harsh. At least I know that Koreans respect their elders. I say, little sister, why are you so fierce to me?" Yang Cheng smiled and asked.
The girl fiercely stared at Yang Cheng: "I will say it for the last time. I am not a little sister. I am 20 years old!"
"Okay okay okay. Can I call you Miss?" Yang Cheng said with a bitter smile.
"Do you think I am a prostitute? I don't have money and I am poor, but I will not sell my body!"
"Then what should I call you?" Yang Cheng said helplessly.
The girl let out a long sigh. She seemed to be annoyed by Yang Cheng: "My name is Xu Zhenxiu. You can call me Ah Xiu."
"Ah Xiu? No, not cute enough. I will call you Zhenxiu. This name is quite Korean. Did your mother give you that name? "
"En …"
"My name is Yang Cheng. You can call me uncle or Yang Cheng." Yang Cheng said with a smile.
Zhenxiu's mouth suddenly twitched. She seemed to want to laugh but didn't. "Uncle, did I ask what your name is? Why are you so eager and proactive? Don't think that I don't know anything. I have seen many men like you. Are you trying to pick me up? Let me tell you, I am very busy now. I don't have time to date an uncle who has nothing better to do. If you want to eat, then hurry up and leave. Don't disturb my business. "
This girl was really direct. Although she was very beautiful, Yang Cheng really did not have any thoughts about her. He just liked the atmosphere of talking to her. So Shanshan said with a smile: "Zhenxiu, I am very free, but I really don't have any thoughts about you. I am just in a bad mood today. I don't know why I feel comfortable talking to you. I will not disturb you. You can continue, hehe …"
Zhenxiu seemed to have no way to deal with Yang Cheng. She sighed and shook her head. Just as she was about to continue processing her Korean rice cake, she suddenly frowned. She looked behind Yang Cheng.
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