The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 418 Finding a Boyfriend

Soon, the mandarin duck hot pot and various ingredients were served.

While the hot pot soup was boiling, Qing Ling got up and went to make the sauce herself. After taking two steps, she turned around and asked, "Shall I help you make the sauce?"

"Okay." Gao Yang was too lazy to get up.

Through the gap in the screen, he watched the tall and beautiful Qing Ling walking quickly through the steamy and hot hot pot hall, frequently attracting the side glances of the men at other tables.

Gao Yang was slightly distracted and thought of something.

With his current financial resources, it would be no problem to take out a Golden Crow coin and exchange it for some cash to support his family.

Ever since my grandma had an accident and she was in a coma for three months, life at home has been very tight. My younger sister has lost weight, and my mother has become much more haggard. Even my father who is in a wheelchair is looking for a job and has signed up for free employment training classes for the disabled. .

However, if you take out a lot of money at once, your family may become suspicious.

In this way, if you take out a little money every month to support your family, you can say that you earned it by working outside.

Soon, Qing Ling spread her slender fingers and came back with two dishes in one hand, as if performing acrobatics.

When Qing Ling placed four sauce dishes on the table, Gao Yang asked with a smile: "So many?"

"My sister and I have different tastes." Qing Ling sat down and leaned over to take a look at the bubbling hot pot soup. "I don't know what kind of soup you like to eat. Let's make a portion of each."

Man, this is so thoughtful.

Gao Yang looked at the two bowls of condiments in front of his table.

The bowl on the left is more sour and spicy, with seasonings such as chili oil, chili powder, millet pepper, coriander, chopped green onion, mature vinegar, etc.

The bowl on the right is sweet and spicy, with seasonings such as chili oil, sesame paste, light soy sauce, sesame oil, chopped green onion and ginger, etc.

"Let me guess." Gao Yang said, "The bowl on the left was prepared by you, and the bowl on the right was prepared by your sister."

Qing Ling took serving chopsticks and poured the corn that was not easy to cook into the bottom of the clear soup pot first, and nodded: "Yes."

After pouring the corn, Qing Ling suddenly raised his head and stared at Gao Yang: "Which flavor do you like?"

Hey, could it be a proposition?

Gao Yang remained calm and tried to behave naturally: "I like them all, I won't pick."

"Yeah." Qing Ling lowered her head again and started picking up other dishes, showing no emotion.

The two ate hot pot.

Qing Ling is meticulous when eating, extremely pious, and talks very little.

Gao Yang also tasted the food quietly. For a bowl of water, Gao Yang took turns dipping the sauce in the two bowls.

The hot pot is boiling warmly, the steam is filling the air, the scent of fresh food is in the air, the laughter of diners is heard behind the wooden screen, and from time to time outside the balcony, the autumn night breeze blows a bit lonely.

Everything is just right.

It would be great if I was really just a college student.

At this time, Gao Yang's heart became sentimental again, of course, just for a moment.

Gao Yang looked up, and Qing Ling changed into a sweet and spicy seasoning bowl at some point. She took the serving chopsticks and slid the shrimp into the hot pot.

The shrimps fell into the clear soup piece by piece, and a drop of soup splashed on the back of Qing Ling's hand.

"Yeah." Qing Ling shrank her hand and shouted.

Gao Yang smiled: It seems that my sister is out.

"I'll do it." Gao Yang stood up and took the dish of shrimp paste, "You eat."

"Yeah." Qing Ling didn't insist and ate a piece of cooked corn with her head down. She became obviously more reserved and quiet.

After a while, the shrimps floated to the surface of the soup, showing a fresh and milky white color.

He picked up the colander, scooped out a few pieces of shrimp paste, and put it into Qing Ling's bowl: "Here, you can eat it."

Then, as he thought of something, he scooped up some shrimp paste and put it into a bowl of spicy and sour sauce: this was reserved for Qing Ling.

"Thank you."

Qing Ling said politely.

"polite."

"You eat too. I'm treating you tonight. You ordered too much and I can't finish it by myself." Qing Ling said.

"Okay." Gao Yang sat down again, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Qing Ling, if I made a mistake, just pretend that I didn't."

"What?" Qing Ling raised her head, her eyes slightly nervous.

"I feel like you... have become gentler." Gao Yang was simply curious: Could something have happened?
Qing Ling was startled, her face turned red, and she glared over fiercely: "Stop being so glib!"

"I'm sorry." Gao Yang hurriedly lowered his head to eat.

"Haha, the man really doesn't have any good things. He just wants to open a dyeing workshop if he is given some color."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The desire to survive made Gao Yang lower his head, almost burying it in the bowl.

Qing Ling was in a good mood tonight and was not really angry. The two chatted again.

Qing Ling obviously talks more than her sister and has a stronger desire to talk. She is mainly responsible for the identity of an "ordinary person" and talks about daily life.

For example, the hard work and boringness of sprint training; the trouble of having to issue a good person card every few days (a bit of Versailles here); some minor frictions with her roommates (because of her dual personality, the roommates think her personality is a bit weird).

"Eh."

Qing Ling sighed slightly, holding chopsticks in one hand and chin in the other, staring at the steaming hot pot: "Why don't you find a boyfriend, otherwise you will be annoyed to death by those men."

Gao Yang, who was eating Qianye Tofu, was quite surprised and looked over: "Are you serious?"

"Of course." Qing Ling noticed Gao Yang was smiling and frowned, "Why are you laughing? Are what I said funny?"

"No." Gao Yang waved his hand and explained: "You know, when I was in high school, my classmates were spreading rumors that you were...Lily."

"I'm not." Qing Ling said in a serious tone, "I just hate men."

"why?"

Qing Ling lowered her head, stirring the sauce bowl with the chopsticks in her hand, as if hesitating whether to say anything.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Gao Yang didn't force it.

"Let me tell you, it's nothing." Qing Ling's voice was faint.

(End of this chapter)