Chapter 94: Consistency of Concepts is the Key

After thinking it through, Dai Qing didn't hesitate, went back to her room, carried a small bag, tied her hair into a bun, and walked out neatly.

“Would you like to go by bike or by bus?”

"It's only two stops if you take the bus. When you come back, you can walk to help digest the food." Cheng Hao stood up and the two of them went out together.

The newly opened Sichuan restaurant is crowded with people, mostly young people.

Cheng Hao found a seat for two and handed her the food tray. "Take a look first. Is there anything you like to eat?"

Dai Qing took the menu and looked around. "Do you like fish?"

"All right,"

"Then let's order the pickled fish. It looks like a big portion and it's served in a bowl. One dish is enough for the two of us." Dai Qing handed him the menu and spoke.

"That's not enough."

Cheng Hao ordered another portion of Mapo Tofu, one portion of Kung Pao Chicken, a seasonal vegetable, and two bowls of rice before handing them over to the waiter.

The entire Sichuan restaurant was filled with the rich aroma of fried chili peppers.

While waiting for the food, I heard an argument from the next table, "Are you ashamed? I came out to have a nice meal, but you want to embarrass me, right?"

"Why is it embarrassing? There are so many dishes that we can't finish. We can take them home and have another meal." The woman's voice of defense rang out.

"I shouldn't have brought you out to eat. It's embarrassing. Look here. Is anyone packing up leftovers? Besides, there aren't any leftovers. These are just condiments and can't be eaten."

The man's impatient voice rang out again. Although he lowered his voice deliberately, Dai Qing heard it clearly.

She looked back and saw that of the three dishes, only the chili peppers cooked in oil and shredded green onions and ginger were left.

"What's wrong with the ingredients? We paid for them, and we didn't steal them. I usually only put one or two chilies in cooking, but this will last you a long time if you take it home."

"I don't want to bother with you."

The man got angry and just got up and left.

The woman was still shouting at the waiter to bring bags to pack the food. The waiter was busy running around and was annoyed by being shouted at. He came over with two bags in his hand and looked at the plates on the table. Suddenly, his eyes became strange.

She muttered a few words in her native dialect, and you could tell from her expression that they were not nice things. But the woman didn't care. She cleaned each plate thoroughly before leaving with her bag, satisfied.

“What do you think about packing leftovers?”

Cheng Hao was facing the table, so he could see it clearly.

"That woman is a good housewife and a good mother, but this also requires understanding and recognition. Otherwise, in the eyes of others, she is not presentable. A couple should have the same ideas in life to have fewer conflicts."

Dai Qing looked at him in surprise, "You are right."

It's true that the couple just now couldn't be said to be right or wrong, they just had different ideas.

"You two, your pickled fish is ready, please try it."

The waiter brought a bowl with a strong aroma of chili peppers and peppercorns sprinkled with hot oil, and the aroma of pickled cabbage lingered in the air, which was indeed appetizing.

"Try it," Cheng Hao picked up a piece for her and motioned her to taste it.

The fish fillet is smooth and tender, and the sour and spicy taste awakens the taste buds, making people feel happy both physically and mentally.

"tasty,"

Except when her grandfather was alive, she had no shortage of food and clothing. After marrying Liu Ming, she never went out to eat again.

When all the dishes were served, Dai Qing tried each one and finally decided to prefer the pickled fish.

After the meal, both of them were sweating from eating.

She ate more than half of the pickled fish, and the rest was swept away by Cheng Hao. Even so, he still asked for two more bowls of rice.