Play Nice

Chapter 17 017: Rounding up is holding hands
"Business leader."

She was in the kitchen: "Come in, the door is unlocked."

The door was unlocked, and opened with a push.

Jing Zhao only reached the entrance and did not go inside.

"Leave things by the door."

He was about to go downstairs when Shang Lingling ran out of the kitchen with an apron on his body: "Do you drink water? I made lemonade."

The apron is pink and very girly.

Jing Zhao said, "I don't drink anymore."

He was next to the door, one foot had already stepped out of the threshold, he glanced at the box under his feet, and lifted the box again: "Where?"

"kitchen."

The business leader took the lead and ran to open the door.

Jing Zhao put the box full of cutlery on the open space in the kitchen.

When he got up, he asked, "Why isn't the door locked?"

"Wait for you."

She is very soft-spoken, so she poked people's ears and said.

Jing Zhao didn't look at her, looked at the refrigerator behind her: "I will knock on the door, next time lock the door."

The refrigerator is silver-gray, the surface is clean, her shadow is reflected on it, and the ankles under the skirt are very thin.

The fire was on, and the temperature in the kitchen gradually rose.

Suddenly, there was a bang.

It was the hot oil in the pot that splashed, and Shang Lingling didn't think much about it and reached out to open the lid of the pot.

Jing Zhao stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.She stopped, and just as her eyes moved to his hand, he let go and took a step back, only a few seconds before and after.

"What's in the pot?"

There is still residual warmth on the wrist, and Shang Lingling is a little bit lost: "Braised pork."

Because she was going to cook, she had her hair up and her forehead was full, which was very suitable for a ball head, and she was wearing an apron.

Jing Zhao turned off the fire, and when the oil stopped splashing, he took off the lid of the pot and glanced into the pot.

Her cooking skills are really...

Without commenting, he put the hand that had grasped her wrist in his pocket: "Let's go."

He left, too lazy to care.

Shang Lingling also looked at the pot: how come some are burnt, and some are still raw?
Well, it's a fire problem.

"Come here and lock the door."

"Oh."

The business leader took the lead and followed.

Before Jing Zhao went down the stairs, he paused: "My lady Lu bought a lot of sweet potatoes, let you go down and get them."

The business leader slammed the door and stuck his head out: "wait for me, I'll change my shoes."

Jing Zhao didn't wait, and went downstairs first.

Two minutes later, Shang Ling took a plate of fruit to Ms. Lu Changan, and the hospitable Ms. Lu kept her for dinner.

The braised pork made by Jinghedong is called braised pork.

After dinner, Ms. Lu said that she wanted to call Shang Lingling's parents to report to her, so that her parents could relax. After all, her daughter lived alone outside.

The call note that Shang Ling got to her father was the name: Shang Jincai.

She dialed: "Hello."

Shang Jincai: "Ah."

This sound expresses scalp tingling.

"dad."

"what?"

This sound, the expression is full of discomfort.

The business leader asked warmly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"what?!"

Express flattered and overwhelmed.

Shang Jincai finally recovered, and slowly entered the state: "Ah, eat."

"Where's my mother?"

"Your mother?" Shang Jincai was still not used to it, "Oh, I went to the square dance."

"I just finished eating at the landlord's sister Lu's house."

Shang Jincai: "Ah."

I don't know what to say.

"Sister Lu wants to have a few words with you."

Shang Jincai: "Huh?"

Don't do it, he's just working part-time.

On the other end of the phone, Ms. Lu said, "Mr. Shang."

Shang Jincai's waist straightened immediately: "Eh."

Ms. Lu first introduced herself kindly: "I am the landlord of Lingling, and my surname is Lu."

"Hello." Shang Jincai thought about it, "Boss Lu."

Ms. Lu: "..."

The boss is the boss.

Boss Lu: "That's right. I'm afraid that you don't feel at ease with Lingling who is renting a house outside, so I asked Lingling to call you. It's really presumptuous."

Shang Jincai is very cautious: "Don't be rash, don't be rash."

Boss Lu is very talkative: "Leader is on my side, don't worry, our whole family likes her very much."

Jing Zhao, one of the family members, was helping Jing Hedong to clear the table, and raised his eyelids after hearing the words.

The business collar who was peeking at him immediately pretended to look at the chandelier.

"Although there are all tenants in my building, many of them have been rented for more than 20 or [-] years. Everyone is an old acquaintance who knows everything. Everyone has a caregiver upstairs and downstairs. If you live here, you Don't worry, there won't be any safety issues." Doesn't Ms. Lu have that social nb syndrome, "If you are free some other day, you can come and have a look, and I will show you around."

Due to Ms. Lu's kindness and kindness, the atmosphere of the conversation gradually became relaxed and natural.

"Go if you have time."

"I heard from the leader that you are running a fruit shop."

Shang Jincai is modest and modest: "I just opened a small shop outside our community to make a living."

Ms. Lu said she felt the same: "Our family does too. My husband sells octopus balls."

Isn't it rented?

unimportant.

Shang Jincai thinks that Boss Lu is not bad: "Then go and try it some other day."

"welcome any time."

Then, the two chatted about the experience of opening a store, the production process of octopus balls and the preservation method of fruit.

It's also a great conversation.

Ms. Lu looked at the clock on the wall: "I won't waste your time. I'll give the phone to the leader, and you can continue chatting."

Ms. Lu returned the mobile phone to Shang Lingling. Before hanging up, Shang Lingling said hello, got up and went to the balcony.

There is a table, two chairs, and a huge flower stand on the balcony. The flower stand is full of potted plants planted by Ms. Lu. They have the most flesh, red, green, and green. They are growing very well, with fleshy petals. Toot squeeze a piece, very cute.

There are also several pots of water-raised radish at the bottom of the flower stand, and the leaves extend all the way and wrap around the guardrail.

Shang Lingling squatted down and teased Luluo's leaves with his fingers: "What did you talk about with Ms. Lu?"

The atmosphere of the conversation became dry and awkward again.

"Just chat."

"casual?"

It's soft and boneless.

Shang Jincai immediately changed his words: "No no no, I am very careful."

The girl's voice is sweet and soft, like what?

Shang Jincai sells fruit, and it feels like a pomegranate with soft seeds.

After teasing Luluo, she got up a little, bent halfway, and pressed the fleshy succulent with her fingertips: "I heard her say that she wants to invite you to come and visit."

It was so airy that I didn't dare to breathe: "...I don't have time."

"Want to try octopus balls?"

Still didn't dare to breathe: "...I'm allergic to octopus."

There was a hum, and the tail tone seemed to be absent.

Shang Jincai is like a squid on a hot pot, all eight legs can't wait to crawl out: "Then... I'm hanging up?"

Jing Zhao came out of the kitchen.

The business leader stood up and pressed the skirt with his hand, like the most slender Phalaenopsis on the flower stand.

"Good night, go to bed early."

Shang Jincai quickly hung up.

It just so happened that his wife came back from the square dance.

"Lanlan, the business owner just called."

Ms. Su Lanlan wore a gold bracelet as wide as her fingers and burned a small pear flower. She was a chubby lady with a happy face: "Why is she calling?"

Shang Jincai's body is very round, because it was too early to go white, so he simply trimmed his bald head, and he was only one hairspray-sprayed back from the owner of the Jiangnan Leather Factory.

"Her landlord is afraid that we are worried about her safety." Shang Jincai touched his shiny head, "and said that their whole family likes the business owner very much."

Ms. Su Lanlan pouted and hummed, "The whole family is really unlucky."

*****
It's almost eight.

Ms. Lu and Shang Lingling were watching the drama in the living room, each holding a bag of popcorn.

Jing Zhao helped Jing Hedong clean up the kitchen and went to the dining room to get his coat: "I'm going upstairs."

Shang Lingling put down the popcorn and tidied up his skirt: "I'm going back too."

Ms. Lu waved her hand with a knocked expression: "Go, go."

The two went out the door in tandem.

Ms. Lu turned down the TV volume and pricked up her ears.

"Jing Zhao."

The stairwell was quiet, with echoes of business leaders.

Jing Zhao slowed down a bit and answered her: "Well."

"Thank you for today."

She trotted around in front of him, standing two steps above him, and the shadow fell into his arms.

"You stretch out your hand."

He looked at her, his body did not move, because standing under the steps, he had to raise his head slightly, and the light above his head and the girl under the light reflected in his pupils.

"I have a gift for you."

He swallowed the "no" that had already reached his lips.

"Put out your hand."

This time, his hands were one step ahead of his brain, and his arms were raised, making a shadow on the ground.

Shang Lingling took the gift in his hand, and together with her hand, put it in Jing Zhao's palm: "Give it to you."

　*****
　　It's not easy to touch a small hand.

　　Today's state is a bit sluggish, like constipation
　　
　
(End of this chapter)