Chapter 88
After dinner, Chen Yun went back to the store to work, and Song Fenglin went swimming, and the two parted ways at the intersection.
Chen Yun walked in the shade and was awakened from her sleepiness by the noisy cicadas. She yawned several times in succession, but forced herself to hold back her sleepiness and continued working.
Not long after she started working, Zhou Peilin sent her a video.
After Chen Yun answered the call, she saw only endless green and asked, "Where are we?"
Perhaps it was because she saw the vastness of the world after going out that Zhou Peilin's tone also swept away the decadence: "Qiong Kushitai."
Chen Yun said: "I can't recognize it. All I see is grassland."
She was kneading the dough and chatting with her friends, but Zhou Peilin said the signal was not very good and hung up.
Chen Yun didn't take it seriously until the batch of bread went into the oven, then she remembered about it.
She took out the old photos of her trip to Xinjiang on her phone, but unfortunately time flies so fast that the two photos didn't have much in common. She couldn't tell them apart after looking at them for a long time, so she sent them to Song Fenglin to take a look.
Song Fenglin was splashing around in the swimming pool when he saw these messages an hour later.
He didn't even bother to blow dry his hair, and replied first: [I can't recognize it either]
Chen Yun was chatting with a regular customer when her cell phone on the table buzzed twice. She picked it up and saw: [Are you done swimming? 】
Song Fenglin: [Well, are you done with your work? 】
Chen Yun: [Then you come, Xiaoxiao has something to do and needs to leave work early]
【immediately】
Chen Yun could tell from these two words that he was resolute and decisive, so she quickly added: [Slow down, there's no rush.]
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The swimming pool and the coffee shop were not far from each other. When Song Fenglin arrived there on his bicycle, only the ends of his hair were slightly wet.
He must have pedaled very hard, and before he could recover from his exertions, he started sweating a little and his glasses slipped down.
Chen Yun fanned him with both hands: "I told you not to rush."
Song Fenglin just smiled and slowly adjusted his breathing.
Idiot, Chen Yun squinted at him and turned away: "Xiaoxiao, you can get off work now."
Xiaoxiao was still making a list. She glanced at the clock hanging on the wall as a decoration and said, "Sister, I have an appointment at five o'clock."
It means you don't have to leave so early.
Chen Yun: "It's okay. There are people working anyway, so just take a break."
Anyone? Xiaoxiao's radar sounded, and her eyes moved left and right: "Oh~"
He then continued after a long pause: "You think I'm a light bulb."
Chen Yun nodded at her in the air: "I gave you a holiday, but you still talk too much."
Not much, not much, shut up now.
Xiaoxiao winked, washed her hands and took off her apron: "I won't be in the way anymore, bye~"
The extra two hours were also extra good time for her. She would go outside and stretch out her arms exaggeratedly to embrace the sunshine.
Chen Yun watched from inside the store: "Young people really don't fear the sun."
Song Fenglin whispered: "I'm old, I'm not afraid."
Chen Yun didn't hear anything clearly because of the mumbling. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "What?"
Song Fenglin repeated it again and was slapped on the shoulder.
Chen Yun: "There's not much difference between us. If you say you're old, you're talking about me."
Song Fenglin admitted his mistake honestly, and just then a guest pushed the door open.
He greeted, "Hello, what would you like to drink?"
Speaking of which, although his personality makes him not very good at dealing with strangers, he can basically adapt to the different situations in each role.
Chen Yun felt at ease handing the job over to him and went into the baking room to see how the dough was rising.
There was a small piece of glass on the door of the bakery. From Song Fenglin's perspective, he could almost see her every move. He was in a good mood just by standing there, and an idea suddenly came to his mind - actually, I could work here in the future.
However, he knew that this was not very realistic, so he went to clear the table with regret and let the new guest sit down.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, the peak business hour for the coffee shop. Several tables were occupied, the dine-in machines were not working, and the reminder for takeout sounded from time to time.
Song Fenglin stopped watching the online class to do an order, and suddenly food was stuffed in his mouth.
Chen Yun digested the poorly crisped pineapple bun by herself and said, "I'll give you just a little bit. This is a carbohydrate bomb."
It was really just a little bit. Song Fenglin even felt like he had bitten her hand. He took a sip and it felt like he tasted nothing, but he kept licking his lips for no reason to savor the taste.
Chen Yun: “Is it delicious?”
She looked like she was begging for praise, so of course Song Fenglin had to satisfy her and racked his brains to find some new words.
There were a few words that seemed forced together. Chen Yun had never heard of them before, so she interrupted him and said, "Stop. Now you can think about what to eat for dinner."
This sentence is like a world problem. Song Fenglin began to list various options in his mind, considering today's situation: "Next door?"
There is a light food shop next door.
His expression was full of questions, and the end of his words was filled with uncertainty.
Chen Yun had already thought of how to respond, but seeing that the store was full of people, she was unable to open her mouth. She lowered her head to type, then motioned for him to look at his phone.
Are you going to tell someone a secret? Song Fenglin switched the interface in confusion, his eyes slowly widened, and he looked around inexplicably, even looking at the ceiling.
Chen Yun couldn't help but joke: "Are you trying to see if there's a ghost possessing me?"
Song Fenglin subconsciously replied: "Even if there is, I can't see it."
What does that mean? Chen Yun stepped on him and said, "Can't I just say it myself?"
Song Fenglin: "Yes, of course! Of course... of course..."
Is it that shocking? Chen Yun began to doubt whether she had made a typo and lowered her head to look at her phone.
[As long as I eat with you, I can eat anything]
That’s right, it was these eleven words. Chen Yun poked him: “Didn’t I say something similar?”
Song Fenglin shook his head without hesitation: "No."
Instead, he talked more.
In this regard, his memory should prevail.
Chen Yun no longer worried about it, but for the first time she found his expression difficult to read.
Song Fenglin's reaction seemed to be much slower, and it was only at this second that he realized what words he had seen.
The emotions that were accurately expressed to him were absorbed 100%, so much so that he didn't know how to process them and was in a daze.
Chen Yun waved her hand to get his attention back: "What are you thinking about?"
Song Fenglin really came back to his senses, and a different look appeared all over his body. He wanted to laugh but held it back. He clenched his hands into fists and called her name: "Let's have something nice tonight. If you want anything now, I'll go buy it. Or do you want to go out and play? I'll buy the tickets."
I don’t think any movie star could perform such a sudden change as his.
Chen Yun guessed that he would be happy, but she was a little embarrassed because it was an unexpected expression of emotion, so she tried to speak in a relaxed tone: "It seems that he still has a lot of private money."
That's not true. Song Fenglin: "I'll go make money and give it to you."
He didn't control his volume well and attracted the attention of two guests.
Chen Yun could guess from the expressions of others that they were probably starting to make up some complicated stories in their minds. She thought to herself that she was not Zhou Paopi, so she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Sooner or later, I will sell you and you will still be counting the money for me."
Song Fenglin was a tall and strong man, and he smiled shyly: "You won't."
Chen Yun snorted, "It's hard to say."
He looked her up and down and said, "It's a pity that she's thin now, so she can't be sold at a good price."
Song Fenglin: "Not a pity, not a pity."
He is really stupid now.
Chen Yun didn't know what could relieve this symptom, and had originally listed stage one and stage two. Now she thought: Forget it, there's no need for too many tricks, he's hers anyway.
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