223. Chapter 223 The story of a thread of blue silk
223. Chapter 223 The Story of a Thread of Black Hair
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 223 The Story of a Thread of Black Hair
Carrying the ham in the bamboo basket, she held Xu Hongdou's tender little hand.
In the moonlight, under the street lamp, walking on the stone road, Zhang Wentao lowered his head in embarrassment.
Xu Hongdou, who was being held by the hand, also lowered his head a little shyly.
Compared to the two of them, Damai was even more embarrassed and followed behind him with bags in both hands.
It's really annoying.
Zhang Wentao looked at the shadow of barley under his feet and couldn't help but step a little heavier.
It seems that the snail was given away for free.
It was clear that I was in love just now and wanted to express my inner feelings with a kiss, but the moment I was about to touch him, I was interrupted by a sly and timid cough.
Damai also felt a little regretful about following him.
This was already the second time she had seen something ambiguous between the two of them face to face, not counting what she had seen secretly.
She was holding the paper bag with her little hands and rubbing them constantly.
I was thinking about whether I should stay in the restaurant and enjoy the delicious food when I return to the courtyard later, or whether I should not be a light bulb.
However, it seems like she wants to do everything.
It would be great if I could have an invisibility cloak...and I could eat delicious food and eat secretly next to me.
When she imagined that she could put on the invisibility cloak and do whatever she wanted without restraint, the three silent people also came to the door of the windy courtyard.
Seeing Zhang Wentao come back, Hu Youyu happily sat up from the bench in front of the round table: "It's not bad that you are willing to come back so late."
"Oh." Zhang Wentao pursed his lips, then put down the bamboo basket with the help of the other party and said, "Why don't you go to the trouble of hanging this ham?"
"Okay, leave it to me."
As Hu Youyu spoke, he picked up the ham wrapped in plastic, weighed it twice and said, "It's really heavy. What's the difference between this thing and the one we hung?"
"You'll know if you try it."
Hearing this, Hu Youyu nodded, smiled and said, "That will have to wait until tomorrow. Damai said that when making rice noodles tomorrow morning, put some in for comparison."
Damai, who had been standing behind him without saying anything, heard Hu Youyu mentioning him, smiled coquettishly, "hehe", gestured to the bag in his hand and said, "I'm going to heat this first."
After saying that, she quickly walked to the kitchen in small steps.
"You go take a shower first, and I'll heat up the dishes." Xu Hongdou came over and warned.
"Well, okay, I'll go right away."
Hearing this, Zhang Wentao was about to step upstairs when he suddenly frowned and looked at Xu Hongdou who was about to walk to the restaurant. Seeing the other party looking at him strangely, Xu Hongdou frowned and stopped and asked: "Why?
Already?"
"I...I forgot to take my bag."
Zhang Wentao said awkwardly.
When he was in the parking lot just now, he was so anxious, flustered, and embarrassed that he temporarily forgot about the mountaineering bag placed on the passenger seat.
Xu Hongdou was also stunned for a moment before reacting.
However, she didn't blame the other person for being so confused. Instead, she bit her lower lip slightly and walked to Zhang Wentao, took the other person's hand and said, "Follow me."
With that said, she pulled the other person up the steps to the second floor.
Under the weak moonlight, amid the crisp sound of the bond, Zhang Wentao, who looked sideways, discovered that Xu Hongdou's cheeks had an unknown blush that was spreading quietly.
When she noticed that the other person was looking at her, Xu Hongdou, who was already upset, glanced at the other person in anger.
When she prepared Zhang Wentao's luggage, she used new toothbrushes and toothpaste, but the towels were always the ones he had hung in the room.
At this moment, it is better to let the other party go back and get it again and again...
But thinking about the two of them sharing a bath towel, her heart was filled with deep shyness. Being shy, she seemed a little restrained and unnatural when being stared at like this.
This guy is so depressing.
After thinking about it for a moment, Xu Hongdou couldn't help but blame the other party and at the same time, he puffed up his face slightly.
Zhang Wentao saw the other party's coy look and quickly said: "How about I go back and get it? It won't take long to go back and forth."
Xu Hongdou shook his head slightly.
After gently biting the corner of his mouth, he whispered softly as he walked: "It's been in the bag for a day after I got it back. Can I use it?"
"Ah this..."
Zhang Wentao wanted to say yes, but then he remembered that Xu Hongdou worked in a hotel before and was a careful woman. She must have paid more attention to hygiene in this area, so he quickly shook his head.
When they came to the corridor between their rooms, Xu Hongdou let go of his hand and said without looking back: "Wait for me in your room and don't move around."
After saying that, she shyly got into her room.
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Going downstairs with a face of shame, Xu Hongdou saw the expressions on Damai and Hu Youyu eating melon.
She blinked and chose to ignore it.
I also made up my mind to teach Zhang Wentao how to eat melons, at least not like yesterday. In the end, the melons fell on my head.
After glancing at the two of them without any trace, she took a deep breath, then calmly smiled and said, "Barley, are the buns hot?"
"Well, it's getting hot now. It seems to smell like grass, and it looks a bit strange." Damai pointed at the steamer and said.
At first, when she opened the lunch box, she thought it was the Youth League, but after checking it, she found it was not. Remembering that she heard Zhang Wentao say that it needs to be hot before eating it in the parking lot, she put aside her doubts.
"The braised food is not hot anymore. I put it directly on the plate. I still have the plastic gloves I bought at the barbecue yesterday. Let's use these."
Hu Youyu said as he walked to the restaurant carrying a plate full of braised pork.
"Yeah." Xu Hongdouyan nodded with a smile, then picked up her own dish from the table, and after asking Hu Youyu to check whether the rice was still hot, she came to the kitchen.
Put on your apron and turn on the stove.
She took the wok on the stove to the sink and rinsed it with cold water before putting it back.
Next to the wok is a steamer that is heating steamed buns.
It's a bit crowded when two stoves are used at the same time.
But she didn't care at all. Instead, she smiled and said to Damai: "You can go outside. I can come here."
Damai originally wanted to help, but when she saw the look on Xu Hongdou's face, she knew everything and smiled, then nodded and walked to the restaurant.
Hu Youyu had already put down the beer just like the old man, and was leaning against the back of his chair to wait for the food.
Seeing the other party like this, she couldn't help but frown.
Yesterday, she had thought of being impressed by the concentration of this lazy, greasy man in front of her when he sang, but now she was indifferent.
She wanted to give a few reminders, but as soon as the words came to her lips, a touch of irritability made her swallow them back.
After glancing at Hu Youyu who was confused, Damai turned back to the kitchen and came to Xu Hongdou's side.
Seeing her come back, Xu Hongdou, who was cooking braised fish, turned his head to look at her and the restaurant with some confusion.
Then, he smiled and thought happily: Gua, isn't this coming?
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In the room, after taking a shower, Zhang Wentao held Xu Hongdou's bath towel in his hand.
It's a bit wet, with a few strands of green hair on it, and there's a fragrant smell on the towel, which is exactly the same as the smell on the other person's hair.
He was familiar with this bath towel because he had used it to wipe the other person's wet hair several times.
After picking up a strand of hair with his fingers, he placed it under the bathroom light and looked at it: "It's so long... No wonder I feel so tired after wiping my hands every time.
Hey, so many. Isn’t Xu Hongdou also losing her hair?”
After thinking about it for a while, Zhang Wentao suddenly remembered the strand of black hair that Si Qing had dropped when he sat down at the dining table.
“Are all women with long hair losing their hair?”
After muttering something strange, he turned his attention to the bath towel again.