Racing Queen: The president is not too cold

Looking at the tooth marks on the back of her hands and the wet saliva, Yan Hui was dumbfounded.

Did she discover Ling Yue's weird hobby?

Yan Hui's eyes couldn't help showing a bit of disbelief, and then she hid her hands behind her back, and her sitting posture looked like a primary school student who was reprimanded by the teacher.

Ling Yue didn't know what she was thinking of, but with his mind, it was not difficult to guess that Yan Hui's behavior must have something to do with his behavior just now.

This woman is quite stingy, Ling Yue thought silently in his heart, he didn't realize how his behavior was... indescribable.

Because Yan Hui's fist whetted his appetite just now, Ling Yue decided to have breakfast before going to see the two people who were caught. Anyway, he had already said hello in advance and would be late.

As soon as he mentioned this idea, Yan Hui touched his deflated belly and responded to his proposal very positively.

Yesterday, I was focused on drinking and chatting, and didn't eat much. Now after a night, I have almost digested that little food.

Hunger is an annoying thing, and it is better to fill your stomach first before you can face the next annoying thing.

As soon as Ling Yue heard Yan Hui's happy voice, he knew that this proposal must have touched her heart. He raised the corners of his lips, turned the steering wheel, and the car turned from the wide avenue to a small road.

It just so happens that there is a good porridge restaurant nearby. I drank wine yesterday, and now I want to eat something soft and easy to digest. Moreover, the Xiaolongbao made by the owner of this porridge restaurant is also a must.

As Ling Yue thought about it, he began to look forward to this meal in his heart.

For him, he has never seen delicacies from mountains and seas, delicious delicacies, and ordinary things have long been unable to arouse his interest and expectations, but today, he inexplicably began to look forward to such a simple snack.

In many cases, it is not how precious something is that makes people like it, but the emotional bonus attached to it makes people feel expected and cherished.

In fact, the porridge restaurant is not so much a small restaurant as it is a secluded small courtyard.

If you pass by its door and don't look carefully, you won't notice the less than one-foot-long wooden sign pasted in front of the door, and it's even more impossible to see clearly the mottled and blurred four walls that have been eroded by wind and rain. One word-Laosong porridge restaurant.

Even Yan Hui noticed these four words because Ling Yue pointed them out to her.

Looking at the modest door, Yan Hui was puzzled: "Is this the one?"

This obviously looks like an ordinary house, how can it be a porridge restaurant that even Ling Yue admires.

Looking at the half-closed door, Ling Yue showed a rare look of memory on his face, but that expression was only for a moment, and he returned to his normal expression in the blink of an eye.

"If I remember correctly, it's this one. I didn't expect them to be here after so many years."

In this fast-paced era, it may only take a few months to change the appearance of a place, but I did not expect that after so many years, this porridge restaurant is still here, and even many details have not changed, it is still the same as it was then look.

It's as if time has stopped flowing here, as long as you are willing, everything here will stop at the original appearance.

With that said, Ling Yue opened the door first, and the small courtyard was quiet, only the crisp chirping of birds in the cage hanging under the eaves greeted them.

Seeing everything that was so quiet, Ling Yue suddenly stopped in his tracks. He raised his voice and called out tentatively, "Grandpa Song? Grandpa Song?"

I still remember that the white-bearded old man here used to always set up two rocking chairs, a small table, and a purple sand teapot in his hand in the yard, taking a sip from time to time.

The attitude is leisurely, and that appearance looks very comfortable.

But today, there was nothing in the yard, only a row of birdcages, which brought some fresh air.

Following Ling Yue's shout, a head with a hair cap protruded from a window.

"Whatever you shout, just come in and drink porridge! What to do if you scare my little ones!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with a rough appearance and a beard. He didn't look like a chef, but more like a lawbreaker collecting protection money.

To be honest, although Ling Yue's voice was not low just now, it was actually not that high, but this middle-aged man's voice was full of decibels, which scared his "little babies"—that is, those birds and began to panic. It kept fluttering its wings, and made a flustered bird song.

"It's all your fault!" The middle-aged man glared at the two of them, and immediately walked out of the room, comforting the birds softly.

Yan Hui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was obviously the one who frightened his, um, "little babies", but he had to blame these two innocent people.

Ling Yue looked at him, instead of showing any anger, there was a smile on his face.

He walked forward unhurriedly, "Brother Song, don't you remember me?"

Hearing what Ling Yue said, the middle-aged man whom he called Brother Song was finally willing to turn his attention away from the birdcage. He glanced at Ling Yue.

With just one glance, he casually said, "Who are you? Why should I..."

Before he finished speaking, the calm and handsome face he saw just now belonged to an adult man in his 20s, and suddenly overlapped with the youthful and energetic face in his memory——

"Ling Yue, it's you! I haven't seen you for so many years, you really have changed a lot!"

Brother Song finally let go of his birdcage, but perhaps because of his excitement, the movement of the birdcage he let go was too fast, causing the birdcage to swing left and right several times.

Poor that bird, this time it was so frightened that it could not stop screaming "chirp, chirp, chirp", its wings fluttered until Yan Hui's eyes were dazzled.

Yan Hui was amused by the blatant discrimination, but also felt that Song Ge was really a man of temperament.

Brother Song opened his arms and hugged Ling Yue tightly with a big smile.Ling Yue also lost his usual attitude of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and hugged Brother Song back.

Although the two big men had the joy of reuniting after a long absence, they didn't hold each other for too long. Brother Song patted Ling Yue's shoulder excitedly, and kept asking: "My boy, I haven't seen you for so many years, how tall is he?" ! Why haven’t you come here all this time? You look at me and I almost don’t remember you.”

Before Ling Yue could answer, he looked at Yan Hui again, and asked with a narrow smile on his face:

"Who is this? I remember clearly..."