Chapter 212 Watching the Snow and Eating Noodles with You
It was only when Song Qingxing saw Xue that she remembered what she had said when she was young and ignorant. At that time, everyone gathered around a small wooden table, and bowls of beef noodles were placed on the table.
Because it was Song Qingxing who treated the guests, whose family had not yet gone bankrupt, everyone gathered around her. By the time she was halfway through art school, her father had already started to go into debt.
Song Qingxing could no longer maintain her previous glamorous young lady persona, and her friends were reduced by half. However, Song Qingxing did not have too many regrets about this.
She did not complain about her fate, but attributed it all to lack of money, so she practiced hard and became the center of the team, earning more and more money.
But this money is still not enough to fill the hole created by my parents.
When she was an idol, she signed a sky-high contract with the company. All the expenses Song Qingxing incurred during her trainee period had to be returned to the company a hundredfold after she became famous.
Because the company took the lion's share, Song Qingxing didn't have much money to begin with, and she also had to maintain her celebrity persona and buy nice clothes every month.
Then he transferred all the remaining money to his parents for use. This continued for a long time until Song Qingxing became more and more famous.
It has even obscured the group's brilliance.
The company then decided to let her debut solo. Song Qingxing's relationship with her teammates was average, and she became even busier after her solo debut, and basically never returned to the group.
Later, Song Qingxing ended her singing and dancing career and chose to act, but the contract was still retained.
Moreover, it became a chain that bound her.
Song Qingxing could never go back to the happy times before, and she also understood that a beautiful moment can't be bought with money alone.
Sometimes, people just have to cherish that rare moment of peace.
She would no longer expect a large group of people to accompany her, but she still wanted to fulfill what she had said.
Just consider it as an explanation to my younger self.
The driver was a smart man. After hearing what the two said, he decisively called up the navigation and started looking for a nearby night market street.
Because it was snowing, there were fewer people at the night market, with only a few vendors scattered around.
The steam rising from the food created a warm and lively scene amidst the snowflakes.
There are too few people on this street, and... for some reason there are no large flakes of snow.
Xie Jingcheng shook his head and kept staring at the rearview mirror. The driver understood and immediately turned around and drove to the other side.
After searching several night markets, I finally found one that suited my taste.
There are a little more people at this night market. Lanterns are hung on both sides of the street, emitting a dim light. People are jostling each other, and snowflakes are falling from the sky and piling up on the colorful umbrellas.
There is a lively atmosphere when there are more people.
Song Qingxing got out of the car and walked with ease, although she had never been to the night market in this city.
But when I was in high school, I often came to places like this with my friends, so I am quite familiar with it. After all, food streets all over the world are pretty much the same.
Xie Jingcheng took a few quick steps and followed Song Qingxing.
Going to eat at a roadside stall together is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
Xie Jingcheng had never experienced this before. After all, her background was too unusual, and childhood was an important stage of physical growth.
Therefore, three meals a day are arranged by nutritionists.
Never eat too much.
Xie Jingcheng had seen this kind of roadside stall a few times when he was riding in the car. He wanted to eat there a lot when he was a child, but he didn't yearn for it anymore after he grew up.
But now, Song Qingxing's cordial invitation has aroused some of his fantasies.
Xie Jingcheng followed her footsteps and walked slowly forward. When they got off the car, they both wore masks.
After all, there are so many people. If you don’t wear a mask, you will definitely be recognized, which will cause traffic congestion and it will be bad if a squeezing incident occurs.
That is the sin of sins.
Song Qingxing swept them away one by one. She had no desire for that kind of fly-infested restaurant. She preferred clean ones, but not too clean. If the restaurant was too clean, the owner was a novice.
There is a high probability of failure when cooking.
On the contrary, you have to choose those old shops that have been open for more than ten years and can still maintain most of the hygiene standards. Only then can you say that the food is delicious.
After choosing for a long time, Song Qingxing finally picked one with good business and pulled Xie Jingcheng to sit on a chair outside the store.
Song Qingxing chose a bowl of ordinary beef noodles, and Xie Jingcheng followed her. The assistants, drivers, and bodyguards around them looked at each other.
I still chose to sit at a table next to me. However, after a busy day, it would be nice to have some hot food, so the bodyguard ordered a few buns.
For people like them who exercise regularly, it’s okay to eat a little more occasionally. As long as they don’t strictly control their muscles, they can eat whatever they want.
It's not a bodybuilding competition anyway.
Soon, two bowls of hot noodles were served.
Song Qingxing stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the noodles, pouting her pink lips and blowing hot air in small sips. Seeing this, Xie Jingcheng also slowly blew a few puffs of hot air.
Then, start tasting.
It is indeed not as bad as imagined, but if you say that it is very delicious and better than the five-star chef at home, Xie Jingcheng still cannot give such praise.
He just frowned slightly to suppress the feeling of rejection in his stomach.
But compared to herself, Song Qingxing was eating happily, like a soft kitten, almost burying her entire head in the food bowl.
A layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. Xie Jingcheng took out a tissue from his pocket and patiently wiped the sweat off her face.
No matter how much he dislikes a food, Xie Jingcheng can eat it without changing his expression while acting.
There was once a scene where the director was not satisfied, so Xie Jingcheng kept reshooting it, so the originally steaming hot food became a little rotten.
Xie Jingcheng had to continue acting, gnawing on the chicken leg that had gone bad, pretending that he was eating a delicacy.
However, these noodles are actually quite good, much better than I imagined.
"Xie Jingcheng, look, the snow here is really heavy."
Song Qingxing slowly moved her chair over, wanting to rest her head on Xie Jingcheng's shoulder. Xie Jingcheng looked in the direction he pointed.
Sure enough, I could see heavy snow falling, which was obviously much heavier than before.
"Yes, the place you chose is beautiful."
Xie Jingcheng praised with a smile, and suddenly felt a weight on her shoulder. Someone leaned on her shoulder, and she rubbed her cheek gently against her collarbone.
"Xie Jingcheng, it's great that you're willing to come with me."
"I thought that even the daughters of wealthy families would look down on places like this."
"I'm sure he'll be in a bad mood when he gets here."
Song Qingxing also came here with the risk of being disliked. She wanted to fulfill what she had said when she was a girl.
Because his shoulder was leaning against something, he couldn't move, but Xie Jingcheng was still slightly happy, and his heart was beating very fast.
The little rabbit's proactive approach and even the courage to make some excessive requests proves that he has been fully trusted.
The hair brushed against the collarbone, making the heart ripple. Xie Jingcheng stretched out his slender fingers like white jade and gently curled Song Qingxing's hair.
"You're not wrong, actually. But for you, I think a street stall is okay. It's fun once in a while."
“But you can’t eat it often.”
Xie Jingcheng was not prejudiced against the street stalls, but was concerned about Song Qingxing's health.
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