boyutpedia Chapter 33: The Taste of Love [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
Chapter 33: The Taste of Love [Please add to your favorites and read on!]
"Isn't it normal to dress smartly when visiting a patient in the hospital?"
Lin Bei put his hands in his pants pockets, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"We don't know you yet," Song Qingning tugged at one of her ponytails, "You do look alright today, completely different from your usual self."
"But Young Master Lin, aren't you betraying our Funeral Love Family?!"
"Alright, alright." Lin Bei felt a chill run down his spine, quickly waved his hand, and walked downstairs.
Song Qingning chuckled and quickly caught up with him.
The two walked downstairs side by side.
Song Qingning walked ahead with light steps, her two ponytails bouncing behind her.
She exudes a youthful, lively, and adorable aura.
Lin Bei glanced back and a slight smile appeared on his lips again.
As expected, these twin ponytails are not something that just anyone can pull off.
Song Qingning suddenly turned to Lin Bei: "What are your plans after you see Chen Junrong later?"
Lin Bei curled his lip, looking helpless: "I plan to try my best not to laugh out loud."
Song Qingning keenly noticed the subtle changes in Lin Bei's expression.
She stopped halfway down the step, whirled around, and her pigtails swung halfway in the air: "Do you have a grudge against him?"
"How come I've never heard you mention that before?"
"It's not like we have any grudges." Lin Bei continued walking, passing by Song Qingning. "We just had a minor disagreement."
"What holiday?" Song Qingning felt even more curious.
"I'll talk to you later." Lin Bei had already reached the entrance of the building.
He pushed open the iron gate, and the morning sunlight streamed in, causing him to squint slightly.
Song Qingning caught up from behind but didn't ask any more questions.
But I've already made a mental note of it.
The two walked along the street for seven or eight minutes until they arrived at the familiar breakfast shop.
The steamers were stacked high, and wisps of milky white steam, along with the aroma of noodles and hot and sour rice noodles, were rising out.
The plastic tables and chairs at the store entrance looked like they had just been wiped clean, with damp marks still visible on the tabletops.
Lin Bei sat down in his usual spot and called out to the boss, "Boss, two bowls of hot and sour soup and seven steamers of xiaolongbao."
Song Qingning sat down opposite him, took two pairs of chopsticks from the chopstick holder, and handed one pair to Lin Bei.
Immediately afterwards, she took off her crossbody bag and placed it on the empty chair next to her. She then tossed her ponytail, which was falling in front of her shoulder, and played with the ends of her hair by twirling them with her fingers.
Soon, two bowls of hot and sour soup were served.
Before Lin Bei could even pick up his chopsticks, Song Qingning suddenly stood up and waved vigorously in the direction of the street.
"Qianqian!"
"Over here, over here!"
Su Qianqian?
Why did she come?
Lin Bei followed Song Qingning's gaze.
Not far away, Su Qianqian was walking from the street corner.
Today she wore a light blue square-neck dress, with a small section of her collarbone showing at the neckline. The waistline was slightly higher than normal, and the hem of the dress reached just below her knees.
The fabric isn't thick, so the hem of the skirt sways gently with each step you take.
She was wearing a pair of white flat sandals with thin straps around her ankles.
Her long, straight black hair was draped over her shoulders, with a light blue hair clip on her left side.
Su Qianqian's skin was naturally fair, and she didn't wear any makeup; she was completely naturally beautiful.
As she walked over, two of the boys who were having breakfast nearby looked up, their eyes flashing with amazement.
Su Qianqian walked slowly to the table, her gaze landing on Lin Bei and Song Qingning.
Then, she pulled out the chair next to Song Qingning and sat down.
Seeing Su Qianqian sit down, Song Qingning hurriedly grabbed her arm and pulled her into her arms: "Qianqian, have you had breakfast yet?"
"Not yet." Su Qianqian shook her head.
Song Qingning smiled and said, "That's perfect, let Lin Bei add another one."
Lin Bei had already turned to the boss and called out, "Boss, another bowl of hot and sour soup and two steamers of xiaolongbao."
Then, he turned back to look at Su Qianqian, nodded to her as a greeting.
Su Qianqian nodded slightly in response.
She pulled the chopsticks out of the paper sleeve and gently placed them on the plate, her face still displaying a cool and aloof demeanor.
However, when Su Qianqian's gaze swept over Lin Bei, it lingered on him for a moment.
This boy has indeed changed a lot recently.
His clothes were clean, his hair was neat, and when he sat there, he no longer acted like before, always grinning and shaking his leg.
But nothing more.
She quickly categorized this person in her mind into the category of "boys her best friend likes".
One should not covet one's brother's wife, and the same applies to women.
She didn't want to become one of those malicious women online who steal their best friends' boyfriends.
"Your dress is so pretty!" Song Qingning took a sip of hot and sour soup and looked at Su Qianqian with a big smile. "Is it the same brand as last time?"
"I'd like to buy a pair to try out, but I'm not sure if it will feel awkward to wear a skirt after being used to wearing shorts."
"No, it won't." Su Qianqian picked up a xiaolongbao (soup dumpling), smiled and nodded: "Your legs are so beautiful, a skirt would definitely suit you."
"Really?" Song Qingning's eyes lit up instantly.
Lin Bei didn't participate in the conversation between the two, and kept his head down drinking his soup.
Soon, the xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) were served.
Lin Bei quickly placed one dish into each of the three people's bowls without saying a word.
"Thank you." Su Qianqian nodded slightly to Lin Bei.
Song Qingning didn't say much, picked up the xiaolongbao and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Qianqian...try this good word..."
Lin Bei ate his steamed buns and slowly sipped his soup, but in his mind he was thinking about how to make money in the future.
He'd already exhausted all the opportunities to make money in the stock market, and he didn't even remember clearly what the future prospects would be, so naturally he didn't dare to gamble.
As for making money by buying houses that are about to be demolished, that is indeed a good idea.
But he doesn't have much money right now. Even including what he earned from warrants, he only has a little over 100,000 yuan, which is not enough to buy even half a house.
Therefore, he desperately needs money now, preferably one or two million, in order to catch the housing boom.
For now, we have no choice but to give up and try the online store route first.
Once we've made some money, we'll think of other ways.
Lin Bei took a sip of soup and sighed helplessly.
In the short drama, everyone who is reborn comes with a super-rich system, and can casually reward tens of millions or even hundreds of millions every day.
Now it's his turn, but he can only make a comeback through hard work and perseverance.
Lin Bei shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and was about to grab a small steamed bun in front of him.
As a result, the steamer of buns that was just in front of me disappeared in the blink of an eye.
He looked up and saw that the culprit, Song Qingning, was putting steamed buns into her own bowl.
Lin Bei was speechless: "If you don't like it enough, just order more. Why do you keep taking mine?"
Song Qingning feigned ignorance: "What did you steal?"
"These are all mine!"
"Shut up!" Lin Bei reached out and grabbed the bowl in front of Song Qingning: "These are all mine."
"Mine!" Song Qingning tugged at it repeatedly.
Su Qianqian looked at the scene before her and silently drank the hot and sour soup in front of her.
This must be the taste of love.
that's nice!