"Mr. Yan, your face is better than money." Song Xiang teased Yan Han.
Yan Han walked behind her, raised his chin inadvertently, and said coquettishly: "Ordinary people like you probably don't understand our burden."
whispering sound--
Song Xiang complained in her heart that she herself was good-looking and had never made such Versailles remarks.
The two of them joked all the way through half of the village, and finally after crossing a small bridge, they saw the village's large square, where there were many people selling things.
It is located in a remote area, so seeing such a small market is much more exciting than seeing a supermarket in the city.
Song Xiang was happy while not forgetting to find important things.
Finally she found it in a hidden place, and she tugged on Yan Han's sleeves.
"Mr. Yan, I found it."
Yan Han: "What?"
Song Xiang lowered his voice, "Public toilet——"
Yan Han: "..."
He had a sullen face and a very complicated expression.
Song Xiang suppressed her laughter, took a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it over, "Go quickly, I'll wait for you here."
Yan Han pursed his thin lips tightly and glanced at the unprepossessing public toilet, still seeming a little resistant.
Song Xiang had no choice but to take out another mask from his pocket and put it on Yan Han directly.
The aroma of roses that hits your nostrils is particularly strong. Normally, the severe cold would definitely despise the vulgarity, but it is different now. This strong smell has powerfully forced out the fishy and meaty and various strange smells in the market. It is simply
It's life-saving medicine.
Song Xiang pushed him and said, "Go ahead."
Yan Han was speechless, any further hesitation would appear to be very pretentious.
He glanced at Song Xiang, still maintaining his posture, "Wait here, don't run around."
Song Xiang nodded, "ok."
Yan Han frowned and headed towards the public toilet.
Song Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and asked the old lady next to him about the price of tofu.
While the old lady was loading her with tofu, she nuzzled her mouth in the direction of Yan Han and said, "My boyfriend."
Song Xiang laughed dryly and did not deny it. If this place was explained too clearly, it would not be clear.
The old lady sighed: "The boys in the city are also so squeamish."
Song Xiang stuck out his tongue, saying that men in this hot pot city don't recite this, it's just an exception for some people.
She took the tofu and wanted to buy green onions. Then she found a tutorial on how to make green onions mixed with tofu. She had tried it before.
There was meat and fish on the road, but she didn't buy them after thinking about it. She would definitely not be able to cook them.
Fortunately, there are ready-made meatballs and fishballs, which are said to be ready to eat as soon as they are boiled.
"Uncle, I want a pound of meatballs."
Song Xiang stood in front of the stall and shouted, and the stall owner hurriedly ran out to weigh her. There were many people around, and the people collecting money and giving change were all in a hurry.
Suddenly, Song Xiang felt a hand pass around her waist.
She turned around suddenly and glared at the person who did it.
Sure enough, there was a man standing behind her, his clothes were in a mess, his hair was messy, and he was staring at her with narrowed eyes.
"Girl, are you from the city?"
Song Xiang felt disgusted and took two steps back subconsciously.
The stall owner praised the goods and saw Song Xiang being harassed. He hurriedly said, "Gangzi, don't be embarrassed. This girl is here to take care of the village business."
The man named Gangzi laughed twice and looked at Song Xiang with his eyes, "Stop pretending, aren't you just here to explore my aunt's precious little bumps?"
Song Xiang was filled with disgust, turned around and took the meatballs from the stall owner, and just wanted to leave quickly.
However, as soon as she moved, the other party stopped in front of her.