Chapter 27 Chapter 27 [Do you want to eat baked sweet potatoes?]...

After saying that, she put the hood of her down jacket on her head, roughly tightened the ropes at both ends, and said unhappily, "That's enough."

Lin Qianyuan walked ahead. The person lagging behind froze for a few seconds before quickly catching up. A faint smile lingered in his eyes as he silently said, "Alright."

There is a shopping mall near the small building, and a large supermarket is located on the basement floor, two streets away from here.

They chose to walk there.

I didn't feel it at home, but when I went out I realized that the warm winter sun was all deceptive. The wind was so strong that it felt like a knife cutting my face.

Lin Qianyuan coughed in the cold wind. She walked on the inside of the road, lowered her head and stepped on the thin snow on the roadside that had not melted cleanly.

Before they had their fill of shopping, the two of them reached the supermarket. Lin Qianyuan took off her hat. Inside, Pei Lanqing was in charge of selecting the vegetables, while she was in charge of responding to the questions, "Eat it or not?"

There was no disagreement on meat. After spending the past few days together, Pei Lanqing had already figured out Lin Qianyuan's dining preferences. Simply put, he was picky, but not terribly so. If I had to quantify it, it would be about five bites of meat with a small half-bite of vegetable.

When he walked to the vegetable section, Pei Lanqing was secretly shocked by the price tags. Just by adding the word "fine product" before the name, the price doubled.

He pushed the cart and stopped in front of the vegetables.

Lin Qianyuan had already formed a conditioned reflex. He took a look and spoke before he could ask, "I don't want to eat it."

Pei Lanqing picked out a box of vegetables and replied calmly: "It's a side dish."

Lin Qianyuan didn't understand the details of cooking, so after he said that, she couldn't say no.

The flow of people in the fresh food area of ​​the supermarket is mainly in the morning, with people coming and going. After staying in an unfamiliar enclosed space for a long time, Lin Qianyuan felt insecure and uncomfortable, and instinctively stood close to Pei Lanqing.

The surroundings must have been quite noisy, with most people's mouths buzzing and their faces showing varying expressions, some expressing disdain for the food, others expressing regret for the price. The excitement of leaving the house melted away like the snow beneath his boots, and Lin Qianyuan's desire to return grew stronger.

Someone nudged her arm gently. She looked over and saw Pei Lanqing holding a tomato in one hand and typing with the other. "Would you like some scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

Lin Qianyuan didn't like tomatoes, and without hesitation, he said, "No."

"Oh," Pei Lanqing nodded and put a bag of tomatoes into the shopping cart. Then he pushed the cart forward and continued shopping.

Lin Qianyuan's face was full of disbelief, and his eyes followed his back.

Didn’t you say you didn’t want to?

Seeing that he was about to walk away, she quickly took a few steps to his side. She had no room in her mind to think about whether to go home or not. She felt suffocated.

Lin Qianyuan felt that she should calm down, so she held her composure until her face flushed with rationality. Only then could she hold the man down and said, "I just said I don't want to."

"Um?"

Pei Lanqing was picking out Coke. Hearing this, he looked at her, his expression normal. "Yes, I heard that."

He said he heard it, and Lin Qianyuan let go of him, feeling annoyed. Since he didn't listen to her advice, why did he ask her?

Pei Lanqing put the Coke in the car and asked her if she wanted some yogurt.

Lin Qianyuan didn't answer, but stared at him with extremely resentful eyes, as if telling the outside world about his frustration.

This is a public place and you are not allowed to play with knives. Her hands were itching and she kept picking at the green leaves on the tomatoes.

Pei Lanqing turned his head away, chuckled softly, quickly adjusted his expression, and took down a box of yogurt.

When it was time to check out, Lin Qianyuan put down the tomatoes and put his hands in his pockets. He finally filled two shopping bags and held out his hand to him, suggesting he could carry them himself.

Pei Lanqing smiled, but couldn't free his hands to type, so he could only shake his head and decline.

Lin Qianyuan didn't force it. She suddenly lowered her head and looked carefully at the palm of her hand. There was a light blue color on her hand, and she didn't know where it came from.

Pei Lanqing put down the bag, took out a wet tissue from his coat pocket, tore open the package, and handed it to her.

Lin Qianyuan took it in surprise.

She knew that many people carried napkins with them, but he was the first one she had seen carrying wet wipes.

Pei Lanqing waited for her to finish, then let her stand there while he went to throw away the trash. He returned, his eyes flickering slightly, and suddenly smiled as he explained, "When I was little, I was so nervous before my first speech that sweat kept pouring down my forehead. My dad was by my side at the time, and he was nervous too."

I used a tissue to wipe his sweat, but there wasn't enough tissue, so I used one over and over again. Finally, all the crumbs from the last tissue stuck to his forehead.

As if recalling the scene, Pei Lanqing's smile deepened, and he continued, "People always have a blank expression when they're nervous, and his hair was covered in inappropriate shavings. I looked at him and burst out laughing."

Lin Qianyuan looked at him quietly, a smile on his lips, and then asked: "And then?"

Then Pei Lanqing was not nervous at all and completed the speech smoothly. After that, he developed the habit of carrying wet wipes with him.

Of course, Pei Dejun, who was proudly clapping in the audience at that time, still doesn't know why he laughed before his speech, and he didn't tell him because he was afraid of being beaten.

After explaining, Pei Lanqing pondered for a few seconds, lowered his eyes, and typed, "The blue on your hand should be Bordeaux mixture."

It's an inorganic copper fungicide, primarily composed of copper sulfate and calcium hydroxide, used to control plant diseases. Bordeaux mixture itself is sky blue in color, and its residue on vegetables can vary depending on the specific blend, sometimes appearing as white spots.

[It's probably from tomatoes. Remember to wash your hands thoroughly after you get home.]

Lin Qianyuan was a liberal arts student, and the little chemistry she'd learned before the division had long since faded into obscurity. She automatically translated the phrase, which roughly meant, "No harm if used properly, but be careful to avoid accidental ingestion."

Pei Lanqing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and laugh. "Yes," he picked up the shopping bag and walked on the outside of the road.

It was getting late, and the edge of the sidewalk was lined with vendors hawking their vegetables.

Lin Qianyuan was wearing a hat, so her vision was limited. Perhaps because she found it novel, she would look over from time to time.

At the end of the road stood an old woman with white hair and a short, hunched body. She seemed to have some eye problems and was very clumsy in wiping the sweet potatoes. She would get very close to them after every two wipes to check if they were clean.

Lin Qianyuan looked at her a little longer, without saying anything, but his pace slowed down involuntarily.

Unlike other people's stall, there was no sound of people calling out at the old lady's stall. It was quiet and peaceful, with only sweet potatoes that were not covered in dirt.

Pei Dejun also likes to organize vegetables in this way. In the past, when his family still needed to set up a stall, he habitually kept the vegetables clean.

Pei Lanqing pulled the person next to him and asked, "Do you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes?"

Lin Qianyuan stopped and looked up into his eyes. She seemed to have guessed what he was going to do and nodded, "Yeah."

After all, they were on the side of the road, and Pei Lanqing was worried about Lin Qianyuan going with him. He put two shopping bags at her feet and told her to wait for him.

Pei Lanqing walked over to the old lady's stall and asked with a smile, "Grandma, how much is this?"

The old lady put down the towel in her hand and answered with a smile while handing him the bag.

Pei Lanqing lowered his head and estimated it briefly.

There weren't many sweet potatoes left in her cart, perhaps because it was small, or perhaps because she wasn't strong enough. She only had enough to pull a large shopping bag. The wheels were etched with crushed dirt, weathered, and it was unclear what kind of journey they had taken.

Pei Lanqing took the bag with both hands and said gently, "Mother-in-law, please sell all of this to me." He smiled at her, "There are too many people in the family, and we can finish them all."

"You want them all?" The old lady looked surprised.

"Yes, all of them."

"Oh, okay," he said sincerely, and the old lady didn't doubt it at all. After weighing the items, Pei Lanqing quickly took out his phone to pay.

The old lady was so happy that she wanted to pretend with him, and kept saying thank you several times.

Pei Lanqing politely declined her help, listening to the dialect she didn't understand, smiling and nodding as she packed the sweet potatoes, "You're welcome."

He asked her to wait here.

Pei Lanqing ran to a nearby breakfast shop and bought a cup of hot soy milk.

Winter in the north is cold and dry. If people stand in the wind for a long time, the heat in their bodies will dissipate and white mist will come out of their mouths when they speak.

The old lady's eyes suddenly turned red. Pei Lanqing smiled, picked up the sweet potato and left.

Lin Qianyuan was still standing there. Seeing Pei Lanqing coming back, she lowered her head and the stones she was kicking rolled over the curb, making a clanging sound, and rolled all the way to Pei Lanqing's feet.

He was wearing a simple sweatshirt and trousers, a down jacket, and a pair of canvas shoes, looking very youthful. Wearing only black and white, he stood in the midday sun, clean and pure, his body full of sincerity.

There were three bags, and Lin Qianyuan was assigned to hold the lightest one. She was lost in thought until she returned to the small building and put her things away. Then she suddenly asked, "What did you just give her?"

Pei Lanqing closed the door and clicked on the memo on his phone, "A cup of hot soy milk."

Lin Qianyuan was silent for a long time. "No." She saw that he had stuffed something under the plastic wrap she was using to arrange the dishes. It was wrapped in a plastic bag, and a faint red tint could be seen.

"Is it cash?" Lin Qianyuan asked, but his tone was very firm.

Pei Lanqing paused, but didn't object. "Hmm."

Lin Qianyuan didn't say anything else. After a moment, she spoke again: "Teacher Pei."

Lin Qianyuan lowered his eyes, his emotions undetectable. "I didn't ask clearly last time. What are you planning to do in the future?"

"Judge? Prosecutor? Or lawyer?"

【lawyer. 】

Lin Qianyuan looked up at him and said seriously, "Then you will definitely be a good lawyer in the future."

Pei Lanqing listened, smiled faintly, lowered his brows, and said in the same serious tone: "Thank you for your trust and praise."

But perhaps there's no absolute distinction between good and evil; it's not like black and white. If I had to paint the world a color, I think it would probably be gray. The profession of lawyer even oscillates between the traditional black and white lines.

I don't know what standard you mean by "good".

Pei Lanqing's eyes were filled with helplessness and a hint of laughter. "I can only say that my standards are the law, so please bear with me in the future."

There won’t be another day with him where he says, “I think you’re a bad lawyer.”

Because she wanted to watch him type, Lin Qianyuan stood very close to him. Perhaps because she had been standing for a long time today, she now leaned close to him, her hand resting on his arm for support, so that she could see the screen more clearly.

After reading all of them, Lin Qianyuan turned around and looked at him, pointing at one of the sentences, "It's you."

She didn't like his last two sentences and analyzed them bluntly, "If you say you're going to be a judge, then I'll say you'll definitely be a good judge. If you say you're going to be a prosecutor, then I'll say you'll definitely be a good prosecutor."

She is a painter, and she is the one who controls the colors on the canvas. So what if the world is gray? On her canvas, she will leave it blank.

After saying that, Lin Qianyuan went into the living room first. In a few seconds, she disappeared at the stairs.

Pei Lanqing was still standing at the entrance, looking down at the sentence she had just pointed at -

I don't know what standard you mean by "good".

"It's you."

-----------------------

The author has something to say: Painter Lin: Ahhhhhhhhh, what did I say again! [CrashJPG]

Lawyer Pei: Oh, I see. [Shy]