dream
"Um."
Zhou Qianling found a place to sit down and heard the sound of fire coming from the kitchen. After a series of clinking kitchen utensils, the only sound in the world was the buzzing of the range hood.
Wu Meilai skillfully cut the meat, washed the vegetables, and cooked the noodles. Her movements were so smooth that she completely forgot about her diners and didn't notice their unblinking gazes that lingered on her.
It was a slightly aggressive and destructive gaze, as well as a reckless, direct, and reckless primitive desire.
However, all of these were hidden in Wu Meilai's eyes after she turned around, and were replaced by her usual gentleness.
Wu Meilai put down the casserole and brought out two plates of food from the back kitchen. One was a plate of cold-mixed cucumbers, and the other was filled with mutton and offal.
Facing Zhou Qianling's puzzled gaze, she explained: "It's yours, thank you for the... music box."
Zhou Qianling smiled and nodded, accepting it with pleasure.
To be honest, she had given me a lot of things, so we were even a long time ago. But after all, if we can't even things out, there's always a give and take.
Seeing Wu Meilai sitting aside again, Zhou Qianling racked his brains and asked, "Auntie, are you feeling better?"
"Um."
The other party responded casually without even looking up, as if there was something addictive about that crappy game.
The chopsticks stirred in the casserole, and the mint smell became stronger and stronger.
"Did your mom and dad scold you for delaying you from getting your medicine yesterday?"
Wu Mei paused, shook her head, then looked up and said comfortingly, "No, don't worry about it."
Her eyes flickered, always wandering outside Zhou Qianling's sight, refusing to meet his.
I thought that after spending time together yesterday, their relationship would be able to move forward, but why did it go back to square one?
The smile in Zhou Qianling's eyes softened, and he asked, "Where was I yesterday..."
The yellowed plastic door curtain was lifted, and a cold wind rushed in, making people shiver. Zhou Qianling seemed relieved to see Wu Mei coming. He stood up and greeted her, "What do you want to eat?"
"A big bowl of mutton noodles."
Wu Meilai put her cell phone in her pocket and hurried back to the kitchen.
She put the pot on the stove, added water, and turned on the fire. After doing all this, she carefully turned her head and saw Zhou Qianling concentrating on eating noodles, nothing unusual.
God knows how disgusted she felt when she caught a glimpse of Zhou Qianling's "loving" eyes. No, it wasn't disgust, it was guilt, which was also wrong.
The water in the casserole was boiling, and Wu Mei came and grabbed a handful of vermicelli and put it in. The off-white vermicelli rolled and struggled in the pot, making people dizzy.
Just like yesterday's dream.
In the hotel, a woman wearing a suspender had one shoulder strap pulled down. Wu Meilai watched it fall, revealing her left breast.
Snow-white windows, gray-white walls, and soft white light.
All she could see was white. Wu Mei was stunned. She let the woman take her hand and place it on her left chest. Her heart was beating, and so was her palm.
The man in her dream looked at her tenderly, his moist lips opening and closing:
"I like you."
In an instant, Wu Meilai's heart was filled with turmoil. Before she could respond, she was awakened by Wu Baizi's angry scolding.
Things in dreams are often easily forgotten. She had originally forgotten it, but somehow she suddenly remembered it after seeing Zhou Qianling.
Wu Meilai added seasonings, mint leaves and sauerkraut by muscle memory, stirred, turned off the heat, and carried the casserole out without daring to look at the man.
She thought that Liu Guiyan's words yesterday must have caused her to have such an incredible dream. She had forgotten the excitement Zhou Qianling's selfie had given her last night.
With nothing to do, Wu Mei came and saw that there were people sitting at two tables. She glanced in Zhou Qianling's direction and went back to stand in the kitchen.
The dream was her own and had nothing to do with Zhou Qianling, but it still made her extremely awkward when facing her.
Such a rebellious dream not only made her panic, but also made her feel offended and guilty towards Zhou Qianling.
Wu Meilai closed her eyes and held her breath, trying to drive away all the images in her dream, but unexpectedly, every detail became clearer.
Her heart was beating fast, and the feeling of helplessness was like a tide flooding her mouth and nose. Wu Meilai was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
Suddenly, she understood that "liking" is multifaceted. Zhou Qianling... The Zhou Qianling in her dream clearly said that he liked her like a friend.
Yes, just a friend's favorite.
Her flustered heart gradually calmed down. Wu Meilai selectively ignored the woman's seductive expression and behavior in her dream, achieving a self-consistency that matched her own cognition.
The sound of the door curtain colliding rang out again. Wu Meilai turned around with a look of relief and asked with a smile, "What would you like to eat..."
"Didn't you say you would take me with you? Why did you eat first?"
Before the door curtain fell, the short-haired woman had already put her arm around Zhou Qianling's shoulders, her palms naturally hanging on her chest. Hearing the voice, she tilted her head, surprise flashing in her eyes, "You are the boss?"
Zhou Qianling also came to watch with her.
Wu Meilai stiffly maintained her enthusiasm and asked again, "What do you want to eat?"
"Just like her." The woman let go of her hand and sat down opposite Zhou Qianling. She put her right leg on top of her left leg and asked casually, "When did you—"
Under the table, Zhou Qianling kicked her.
The woman stopped talking, raised her eyebrows in a mean way, and turned to talk about the hardships of her long journey.
Her voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't small either. Although she was the one doing most of the talking and Zhou Qianling occasionally said a few words, the quiet little shop suddenly became lively.
Sometimes, dining is all about the atmosphere; when the place is bustling, the food seems to smell even better. Just as Wu Mei was getting the noodles out, two more people came in and asked for their orders.
Wu Meilai put the woman's bowl in front of her. The man, who was thirsty from chatting, looked up at her and opened his mouth to say something, but seeing that she seemed to be in a hurry to leave, he had to get up and get a bottle of mineral water.
More and more customers came into the store, and the noise was so deafening that it drowned out the voices of the two people, leaving only a few vague hints of laughter.
Wu Mei came in and out, occasionally glancing over there: Zhou Qianling had finished eating, and was staring at the woman with one hand supporting his face, responding with a casual smile from time to time.
Wu Meilai was stabbed by Xiaoxiao.
Zhou Qianling is very good-looking, especially when he smiles. His straight lips are casually curled upwards, and his eyes are slightly curved, which makes people feel happy at a glance.
But she rarely saw such a smile.
During the days they spent together, she became accustomed to this person's delicate fake smile and thought it was her habit.
It turns out that the other person is just not familiar with me!
She felt inexplicably angry, but also felt that this restlessness was too strange. After all, she and Zhou Qianling had only known each other for less than a month.
Wu Meilai suppressed her emotions and greeted the new group of people who appeared to be a family of four. She glanced around the small hall and saw that the long table against the wall was already packed with people. The table with Zhou Qianling, which only had two people, seemed to have a wall.
It is normal to share a table in a restaurant. Wu Mei opened her mouth and wanted to ask them if they minded sharing a table, but seeing that the two of them were chatting happily, she only asked the four people.
After getting a positive response, Wu Mei came over and brought two plastic stools and inserted them into a circle of stools, asked them to sit down first, and then turned back to the kitchen to busy herself.
The short-haired woman turned her head in the direction Zhou Qianling was looking, and only saw the tip of her boss's ponytail swinging back and forth.
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