Song Qingcheng bowed his head and pounded his mobile phone, car tires, rubbed the ground, and opened the SMS app to prepare a message for Yu Tingchuan.
There are sanitation workers pruning branches and leaves on both sides of the avenue.
The sanitation worker who straddled the herringbone ladder also noticed that the Chinese girl was on the side of the road for a long time, wondering what the other party was waiting for. A Chinese man in a suit and tie came not far from the girl. He looked very graceful and steady, and the two of them were close, but the girl didn’t notice anything. Pay attention to her mobile phone.
Men’s shoes are parked behind girls, and their hands are still in their trouser pockets.
His face is half smiling and half smiling.
Without shouting, the girl took out her hand from her trouser pocket and gently dialed her hair.
Song Qingcheng just edited the short message and felt that there was something strange in her hair. It didn’t mean anything until the second time she noticed that someone had made her hair. Suddenly, she turned her head and found that it was a face of Gherardini Yutingchuan.品茶
The man is tall and straight, just like that. I don’t know when it is behind her.品茶
The whole song dynasty froze and froze for a moment and then flooded my heart with joy and excitement.
I want to pretend that I am not happy, and my lips will open the arc first. How can you be like this!
How am I? Yu Tingchuan asked slowly.
Song city couldn’t help laughing and didn’t say anything before. Hold his hands firmly around his neck and hug her slender waist with a smile.
Dining place downtown los Angeles
More than half an hour’s drive from rowland heights.
Night has fallen quietly outside the restaurant where the car is parked.
Song Qingcheng looks like an old warehouse restaurant with rust on the wall. Several white English letters besia should be the name of this restaurant. When parking, someone has come to charge five dollars’ ‘vale/parking’.
Yutingchuan took out his wallet and drew a dollar for the clerk, then led Song Qingcheng into the restaurant.
The restaurant is also uniquely decorated.
Whether it’s a red brick wall or an Edison chandelier, it’s very different. It feels rich in rural atmosphere. It can be said that the seats are very lively and black short-sleeved staff can be seen everywhere.
Song Qingcheng takes a seat and tells his feelings that it’s a little noisy here
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☆, Chapter 226 The horse will give you an analgesic injection.
The words sound just fell and a waiter has come.品茶
Song Qingcheng didn’t continue to talk. When Yutingchuan ordered food, she looked up with her hands on her cheeks. The simple decoration style of the factory renovation attic would obviously be more self-sufficient than sitting here in those decorated high-end restaurants.
Even the bar is full of guests who come to eat.
The clerk left Song Qingcheng with a menu and slowly withdrew his eyes and asked Yu Tingchuan, It’s only about 6: 30 now. How can there be so many people?
Just now, she noticed that the business hours here are from 6 pm to 12 pm.
Cooking should be popular here. Yu Tingchuan took a sip of lemonade and put the cup back. Sitting with her long legs crossed, she saw that she was curious and smiled faintly. This Italian restaurant has good pasta and desserts.
Song Qingcheng looks childish. Did you order it for me?
I ordered a hoe/budo/ar
She can understand the word hoe chocolate, and guess that dessert should be related to chocolate. Yu Tingchuan said that English is a typical cockney accent. At that time, when she was learning English, she heard almost low magnetism, which was very nice.
Song Qingcheng also took a cup of lemonade.
The taste is light and almost the same as boiling water, but the aftertaste is a little sweet and sour.
Her period is almost clean. If not, she wouldn’t dare to touch chocolate and lemonade.
It took about an hour for the waiter to bring the dishes to the table
Yu Tingchuan asked for another bottle of red wine.
The clerk nodded and quickly sent a bottle of aged red wine from Spain.品茶
When the cork is opened, Yu Tingchuan will let the staff go first.
When Yu Tingchuan poured wine into another goblet, Song Qingcheng had already taken his own goblet and sent it to his mouth for a sip. The taste was not bad
Good also can have a drink Yu Tingchuan began.
Song Qingcheng looked at the past. Then you can’t drink too much and drive.
… Yutingchuan smile did not refute.
Four or five courses will soon come together.
In front of the whole Song Dynasty, there is a plate of spaghetti with chopped green onion and other ingredients removed, and there is also a cut sea urchin.
Yu Tingchuan said, Sea urchin spaghetti is the specialty of this restaurant. Try it.
He looked over and his eyes were gentle.
Song Qingcheng picked up the fork sea urchin with great cooperation, surrounded by a circle of delicate sauce, which tasted very good. When she was eating noodles, Yu Tingchuan cut several pieces of assorted meat into her plate, and Song Qingcheng ate them all without being picky about food.
After dinner, the waiter brought two desserts.
I asked Yu Tingchuan to put the’ hoe/budo/ar’ in front of Song Qingcheng and took away the spaghetti plate just now.
Song Qingcheng scooped up some chocolate, which tasted strange, sweet, salty and bitter, but it was worth remembering. She saw that there was also a dessert in front of Yu Tingchuan, and the cream on the surface of a cake in the shape of a sandwich seemed to be baked very specially, but Yu Tingchuan didn’t move.
Don’t eat? Song Qingcheng asked
Yu Tingchuan leaned over and pushed the dish to her side. I don’t like sweets very much.
That you still point Song Qingcheng said as he took the dessert and gave him a look. There are some waves in this line.