The woman with almond-shaped eyes was still gasping for breath and couldn't speak for a while.
But when she noticed that the face mask had fallen off, she did not panic, but faced Qiao Anle's gaze calmly.
Obviously.
She also recognized the friendly aura around Qiao Anle.
"Hello, my name is...Su Jiaojiao."
Su Jiaojiao took a few deep breaths, and finally her breathing became smoother, and she said her name.
Su Jiaojiao.
Qiao Anle silently recited the name while thinking in his heart.
No wonder she looks so charming and attractive, it turns out she has the same ancestor as Su Daji.
but……
What Qiao Anle cared more about than Su Jiaojiao's appearance was the pair of shoes on her feet - shoes that should not belong to this era.
The side of the road is not a good place to talk.
It was noon.
It's time for lunch too.
Qiao Anle suggested, "It's already noon, you must be hungry, right? Why don't we go to the state-owned restaurant for dinner? I'll treat you."
Su Jiaojiao frowned when she heard the words "state-owned restaurant".
She shook her head.
Said helplessly.
"I can't go to a state-owned restaurant. Someone will recognize me."
Being recognized is actually not what Su Jiaojiao cares about most.
But if someone saw her dressed like this and the news got out, it would become a big deal.
After hearing this, Qiao Anle immediately realized that Su Jiaojiao’s identity might not be that simple.
She didn't want to be recognized, and she didn't want others to know that she was doing business on the black market.
You can’t go to the state-owned restaurant anymore.
Qiao Anle looked around and saw a teahouse sign hanging on the roadside not far away.
Then he thought of the peach cake in Su Jiaojiao's hand.
Here it is!
Qiao Anle's eyes lit up.
She took out thirty yuan from her pocket, which was half of her income from her hard work in the morning.
"for you!"
Qiao Anle handed the money to Su Jiaojiao, then patted her bamboo basket and said.
"Now these two servings of peach cakes are mine! Let's go to the teahouse to have some tea and snacks."
Talking.
Qiao Anle once again held Su Jiaojiao's hand.
Su Jiaojiao felt a little at a loss as to what to do with Qiao Anle's enthusiasm.
But she could feel that Qiao Anle had a warm aura and didn't seem like a bad person.
and……
She looked like she had something to say to her.
Su Jiaojiao finally followed Qiao Anle quietly to the teahouse.
…
Teahouses generally serve male customers, especially elderly people.
Only the elderly have the time and money to come to the teahouse.
There are very few female customers.
Not to mention, they are two women who are dressed so "conspicuously".
But when Qiao Anle generously took out two dollars, everything immediately fell into place.
Qiao Anle said, "A cup of Longjing tea. I want a private room, a quiet one."
The waiter at the teahouse immediately took the money and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes, Miss... I will prepare it right away. This way... please go upstairs. The private room on the second floor is quiet and spacious. I guarantee you will be satisfied."
Talking.
Qiao Anle and Su Jiaojiao were led to the second floor.
During this time, Su Jiaojiao kept covering her face with a scarf to prevent the waiter from seeing her appearance clearly.
Qiao Anle also deliberately blocked it to shield Su Jiaojiao from some of the scrutiny.
The waiter in the teahouse had a head full of question marks.
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