"I came after you just to ask if you are hungry? I want to treat you to a special meal."
"Do you want to eat? I think..." Yucheng suddenly panicked and couldn't understand what he was saying. Chengmei slowly walked out from the haze of branches.
"After all, today is the first time we have cooperated. It is quite memorable to me. Originally, I wanted to bring you hand-made snacks to express my gratitude when I travel tomorrow, but after hearing what you just said It seems I can only invite you to eat out."
What is certain is that the Chengmei who used to record her joy, anger, sorrow, love and resentment on her face has disappeared again, and now she pretends to be a carefree woman. Yucheng was afraid of showing his true emotions to Chengmei, so he passively faced Chengmei and remained silent. Even as soon as he opened his mouth, he fell into silence again.
"Oh, I said you just nodded and agreed. After all, you can be regarded as my savior today. My father has taught me since I was a child not to owe favors, so even if you refuse today, you will come to eat sooner or later. . A little further from here is the store that my dad and I go to most often. The taste is one of the best in Anseong. If you get there before the evening rush hour, you won’t have to wait in line."
Seeing Chengmei's nervous expression, Yucheng tried his best to find an excuse, but his brain didn't obey him.
"Oh, by the way, Agent Zheng, do you prefer fried pork chops or pickled cabbage meat?"
"Pork chop?"
Before Yucheng could make a choice, Chengmei half dragged and half dragged Yucheng away...
Yucheng followed Chengmei aimlessly. At this time, the whole world turned white. Yucheng raised his head and saw white snowflakes falling at a speed of several pieces. Suddenly, when he looked sideways, the door of memory suddenly opened, and the young Chengmei screamed and screamed Like a child, he stuck out his tongue to the sky and caught the falling snow. Almost at the same time, Chengmei, who was now living in this time and space, gently pulled his sleeves, and all the phantoms in front of him disappeared. It wasn't until the water vapor that wetted the trousers gradually penetrated upwards, and their calves began to feel obviously cold, that Yucheng and Chengmei finally walked into the old soup shop that was deep in their memories.
Yucheng specially chose to sit in the most secluded corner of the store, waiting for Chengmei to come over with a steaming plate of food. The full plate of beef soup, pan-fried buns, and fried pork chops all tasted the most familiar in his memory. . Chengmei ate happily, with a satisfied smile on her face. Yucheng, who was sitting opposite, ate tastelessly and sighed repeatedly.
"There really hasn't been any change here." Yucheng muttered to himself for a while, and Chengmei smiled strangely but politely, and then immersed himself in the food again.
"Compared to Agent Zheng's three meals a day, it's a bit plain. I should have thought of it beforehand."
"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant."
Hearing these words, Yucheng looked back at Chengmei and explained angrily. Chengmei smiled faintly, then twirled her knife and fork to eat the pork chop.
"Even so, the food in this restaurant is one of the best in this area. Even people who come here for the first time can feel that the chefs in this restaurant have put in a lot of effort. Not to mention me, I have been in this restaurant for 30 years. I am a regular customer of the above age. The owner of this restaurant has watched me grow up."
Maybe sometimes the atmosphere is more conducive to the increase or decrease of appetite than the taste. Looking at Yu Cheng, who was sitting across from him, shaking his head and sighing, Chengmei pursed her lips bitterly, and then immersed herself in eating like a self-absorbed cloud.
Outside the window, flying snowflakes instantly covered the ground, pouring down as if they were going to swallow up the entire city. The originally gray city suddenly became softer. Suddenly, the endless flow of pedestrians and vehicles seemed to be fascinated by the cold, and Yucheng's thoughts flew back to that year.
"Let's go quickly after eating. We have to get back to the dormitory before the heavy snowfall." It seemed that he didn't hear Chengmei's voice or the whispers of the high school students around him. Yucheng didn't respond and lay on the table. Continue to flip through the menu back and forth.
"Let's order food quickly, Senior Yucheng! If we delay any longer, we will really have to sleep in the snow tonight." Looking at another group of high school students leaving in a hurry, Chengmei held Yucheng's hand The ordering hand added in a whisper.
"But I really don't know what I should order?" Although he said so, if Chengmei really ordered alone, he would definitely feel uncomfortable in his heart. Chengmei had no choice but to tuck her hair and think about it again in confusion.
