His steps are not as big as his.

The shopping mall is crowded with people coming and going.

Ou Ou only had a few restaurants in her mind, but she was not sure which one she wanted to go to. When she walked to the shopping mall floor map, she stopped and asked, "How about Mr. Nie, can you tell me which one you want to eat at?"

There are no restaurants with particularly high consumption levels here. Most of them are common chain restaurants, suitable for white-collar workers in the surrounding office buildings.

Nie Jilang asked: "Where do you usually eat?"

Ou Ou said: "There are so many. I have a very mixed taste. I can eat anything. I also like the new and hate the old. No matter how delicious the food is, I will not stick to one place, so I have tried almost all of them in every store."

Nie Jilang asked: "Which restaurant have you eaten at recently?"

Ou Ou said: "Yesterday, I had Korean food with my team colleagues."

Nie Jilang said: "That's the one."

Ouou objected: "No, that store is very popular. There must be a lot of people waiting in line now. By the time we get there, the meat hasn't been cooked yet, and my lunch break will be over."

Nie Jilang said: "That family is small, so we don't have to wait for too long. Which restaurant should we eat?"

Ou Ou also denied: "Although there are many people queuing up, it does not mean that the restaurant must be delicious, but a restaurant with few people will definitely not be as delicious."

Nie Jilang glanced at her, his eyes smiling slightly behind the lenses, and finally said: "You choose, I can eat anything."

Ou Ou apologized: "Sorry Mr. Nie, I should have made a reservation at the restaurant in advance to entertain you, but I was really busy and forgot."

After saying that, Ou Ou took the lead and took the escalator down to the first floor: "How about this, let's see what we can eat while walking."

The food court on the first floor below is full of small stores without exclusive seats. You have to find space by yourself in the public dining area.

There was a lot of noise, and the smells of different meals from various stores were mixed together, and it was all filled with the smell of fireworks.

Ou Ou led Nie Jilang around for a while, stopped next to the table where two people who looked like they were about to finish eating and left were sitting, and said to Nie Jilang: "Let's wait for a while, and we can take over after they leave."

seat."

Then Ou Ou pointed to the shops filling the square: "You can take this opportunity to think clearly about what you want to eat. There are a lot of things."

"..." Nie Jilang was silent. It was his first experience in his life to wait at a table where others had not finished eating.

Ou Ou is used to it. Everyone does this, so there is no problem of being polite or impolite at all. People who are being waited for often understand each other and eat faster. After eating, they will not sit and chat to delay others.

seat.

Ouou not only waited, but also saw that the food he was eating in his bowl looked good, and asked him which store he bought it from.

After the exchange with others, Ouou decided to try this handmade powder.

They took the finished bowls and plates from their seats and left. Ou Ou asked Nie Jilang to order the food first. She would stay here to hold the seat until he finished ordering the food, and then she would go.

Nie Jilang said: "Go ahead and order it. Order more for me. I will eat the same thing as you."

Ou Ou agreed: "That's okay, Mr. Nie, just sit still."

She left her bag in her seat, carrying only her mobile phone, and re-entered the crowd on high heels.

Nie Jilang stood instead of sitting, his eyes followed her figure, passing through the longing figures, he saw her staying at the window of a handmade powder shop.

Ou Ou came back five minutes later, holding a sensor in his hand: "Mr. Nie, please wait a little longer. When our two bowls of noodles are ready, we will be notified to pick up the meal."

Nie Jilang nodded, and after Ou Ou sat down, he also sat down.

This is a row of seats similar to a bar. Nie Jilang and Ou Ou sit side by side, sitting on Ou Ou's left side. There are other people beside them.

Compared with the six-seater table in the other half of the space, there is slightly more private space here - just as he was thinking about it, Nie Jilang's arm was accidentally bumped by the elbow of the cook sitting on his left.

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Ou Ou was wiping the remaining stains on the table with a paper towel, and wiped Nie Jilang's half with him. While wiping, he apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Nie, you must not be used to such an environment. It's my fault for not treating you well."

She was so hypocritical that she felt disgusted in her heart. But to be honest, coming to eat in such a down-to-earth place that did not match his status was not her intention to disgust him. It was purely Ouou's impromptu decision.

In fact, she hasn't come here to eat for a long time. Most of the time for lunch at the company, she would either book a private room for dinner with her team colleagues, or order takeout and quickly finish it at her workstation.

Anyway, her life as a working-class worker was like this. She looked glamorous while walking in and out of tall office buildings, but she didn't have much style in private.

Life is destined to be unequal, and it is difficult to cross classes.

Obviously before going downstairs and when he came downstairs, Ou Ou had thought about showing his glamorous side, but in the end he put his truest life in front of him.

During the summer when she was eighteen when she was with him, although she did not deliberately disguise herself, at that time she wanted to use her secular world to destroy his original life and invade every aspect of him. Now...

Ou Ou just knew very well that whether he was married or unmarried, their meeting that summer was wrong. They were people from two different worlds, and they only had a brief intersection unintentionally.

It is completely unnecessary for him to disturb her life now.

Nie Jilang said: "Little Ou, there is no need to speak to me so politely."

Ou Ou looked sideways and couldn't help but reveal a mocking smile.

When they met before, wasn't he the one who insisted on telling her, "Little Ou, be polite" as before? She was not allowed to be polite to him now.

She ignored him, she just wanted to love how she wanted, and he couldn't control it.

"Mr. Nie, do you know that there is a popular word nowadays, 'daddy taste'?" Ou Ou smiled.

Nie Jilang didn't know. But he could guess from her tone and expression that it was not a compliment.

His silence did not prevent Ou Ou from explaining to him: "'Father-like' refers to a man like you, Mr. Nie... who is full of the feeling of an old father from the outside to the inside."

Nie Jilang thought she was telling lies.

The sensor vibrated at this time. Ouou asked Nie Jilang to occupy her seat, and she got up and went to the window to get her meal.

Nie Jilang opened his mobile phone webpage, searched for "daddy flavor", and saw another meaning of it:

[Internet term, a derogatory term specifically used to ridicule certain men: They want to be other people’s fathers all day long, educate others in various ways, and give others all kinds of advice without knowing anything. This kind of person is often very egotistical.

, it is most likely accompanied by machismo, likes to be self-centered, and listens to me no matter what, a bit greasy]

Turning off the phone screen, Nie Jilang raised his eyelids and saw that she was walking back through the crowd with a dinner plate.
Chapter completed!