Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei sent Mr. Ding downstairs, and Mr. Ding stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, "Master Song, I will trouble you with the hairpin. I will come back after it is repaired."

She nodded, "I'll send it to you personally after it's repaired, so you don't have to make another trip."

Mr. Ding waved his hand, "Don't worry, I just came out for a walk, you can go back."

Song Weiwei watched Mr. Ding slowly walk into the sunset, the golden afterglow stretched his figure long, making him a little more bleak and lonely for no reason.

She leaned against the door of the studio, until Mr. Ding's figure disappeared at the corner of the street, and she came back to herself as if in a dream.As soon as he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing under the street lamp.

The light and shadow were dim, the man didn't know how long he stood under the street lamp and looked at her for how long.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the man seemed to know that she would not walk towards him. He walked over with long legs and slowly stopped in front of her. He looked down at her, and said in a low voice, "Are you off work?"

Song Weiwei looked at him, thinking of the conversation with Xie Lingyu for no reason. With Xie Lingyu's character of always sowing discord, she might have already sent the recording to Li Boran.

"Ah."

The corners of Li Baihan's lips curled slightly, "Then do I have the honor to invite you to dinner?"

Song Weiwei said this in her heart, and asked someone else to ask. Guaranteed to be greasy, it happened to be on him, but she was a gentleman and polite, "What do you want to eat, let me treat you."

Li Baihan: "Okay, then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Song Weiwei saw that the time was still early, so she called to order a meal, then hung up, and she said, "The restaurant is not far from here, shall we walk there?"

"Ah."

The two walked along the road, the sky was getting darker, and the street lamps were lit up one by one, like a bright galaxy.

It happened to be off-duty time, and the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry. There was a distance between the two of them, and they were quickly separated by passers-by.

Li Baihan watched him and Song Weiwei walk forward in the crowd, separated by several people, like two parallel lines that would never intersect.

He stopped slowly, watching her being pushed farther and farther away by pedestrians, he stood under the tree and didn't go any further, he just watched quietly, feeling more and more desperate in his heart.

If he stopped and stopped chasing her, would they become farther and farther away as they are now, and eventually become unreachable?
A shadow spread in his eyes little by little, and just when his pupils were about to be covered with shadows, someone grabbed his wrist suddenly.

He froze for a moment, and looked at the panting woman in front of him. For some reason, her face was flushed, which should be related to the crowd.

She looked up at him, and the colorful lights fell in her eyes, as bright as the North Star. She said: "It's rush hour now, and there are many people on the street, so it's easy to be crowded."

Li Baihan looked down at her, but couldn't hear what she was saying, he just felt the blood all over his body beating up, louder and louder, drowning out all the voices.

Song Weiwei felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, as if he wanted to tear her apart. She was terrified and wanted to let go of his hand, but she didn't do that.

When she was pushed away by the crowd just now, Li Baihan was suddenly nowhere to be seen beside her, her heart was beating uncontrollably and rapidly, the panic at that moment was not deceiving.

She immediately went back to look for him, and saw that he was pushed to the side of the road by the crowd, he was so tall, but he was as lonely as a lost child.

She admitted that seeing him like this made her uncomfortable.

"I'll hold you so you won't be squeezed apart." Song Weiwei tried to keep a straight face and said in a cold tone, but was hugged tightly by the man in the next second.

She slammed into the man's arms, her shoulders hurt from the impact, she gasped, and immediately felt that her waist was about to be strangled by those iron arms.

The clear cedar breath of the man poured into her nose. This breath made her feel particularly at ease, but at this moment, it was strong and domineering.

Li Baihan clasped her waist with one hand, supported the back of her head with the other, pressed his thin lips against her ear, and whispered softly, "Weiwei, I won't let you go again."

When he heard the recording, he might have wanted to give up for a moment, but now that she came back and grabbed his hand, he wouldn't allow himself to give up.

Song Weiwei's eyes widened, and she felt that her bones were about to shift. In the next second, Li Baihan had already let go of her, and his hand slid down her arm to hold her hand.

She was led by him into the crowd. Even though it was still crowded this time, no one could push them away again.

They crossed a street and finally entered a small alley. They all said that the smell of wine is not afraid of the depth of the alley. This firewood chicken shop is located in a busy city, but it has a kind of tranquility in the middle of the noise.

This is a courtyard house with red walls and green tiles, antique.

The yard is not big, there are only eight tables, seven of which are full of guests, and the smell of meat floats in the air, which can be smelled from far away.

As soon as the two entered, a waiter came to lead the way and took them to the only vacant table, where chicken was bubbling in the iron pot in the middle.

The waiter served them lotus leaf tea and stepped back to wait for the chicken to be cooked.

Song Weiwei removed the disposable bowls and chopsticks, poured half a cup of tea, rinsed the bowls and chopsticks separately, and then put the washed cups and saucers in front of Li Baihan.

She brought another pair of bowls and chopsticks, and rinsed the cup clean in the same way.

Her hand was still a little numb, and she didn't know whether it was because Li Baihan was holding it too hard, or because it was scalded by the high temperature of his palm.

While rinsing the dishes, she said, "This chai turkey chicken tastes good. You can try it later. It tastes like when I was a child."

Li Baihan took a sip of the lotus leaf tea, the taste was very special, he took another sip, "It's the first time I eat by the stove, it's quite novel."

Sitting by the pot and waiting for the chicken to cook, it was indeed his first time.

In the past, when others invited him to dinner, they were always the top chefs in the most upscale hotels. This was the first time that he ate by the pot.

Song Weiwei glanced at him, "Don't think the environment here is not as good as a five-star hotel. Its taste is definitely something you can't eat in a five-star hotel. I guarantee you will never forget it."

Li Baihan curled his lips into a smile, "You said just now that this place has the smell of your childhood?"

Song Weiwei nodded, "Well, when I was young, I followed my grandpa. At that time, there was no natural gas or anything. We all burned firewood. Grandpa went to the mountains to chop firewood. Occasionally, he would catch pheasants. When he came back, he would slaughter the stew and eat some more. Grind the corn buds into a paste, and stick them to the side of the pot when the chicken is almost cooked, and when the chicken is cooked, the corn buns are also cooked, and eat with the hot chicken, not to mention how delicious it is.”

Li Baihan listened intently, as if he could see the grandparents and grandchildren who depended on each other around the pot, eating chicken and corn buns deliciously.

Perhaps it was Song Weiwei who broke the window paper between them, she no longer kept him hidden, and when she talked about Mr. Song, she had nostalgia in her eyes.

"After my grandpa passed away, I never tasted that kind of taste again." Song Weiwei paused for a moment, suppressing the sadness on her face, "I have always missed the days when I was with my grandpa. Be steadfast."

Hearing this, Li Baihan couldn't help thinking that when he took her to the Li family and later married her, in fact, for her, she never had a peaceful day.

Because that kind of day made her feel that she couldn't get up and down.

"Then one day, I passed by here and smelled a familiar smell of meat. I followed the scent to find this place, and finally tasted the taste I had tasted in the countryside before."

Sometimes people are such strange animals. Although they have a lot of money, they may eat more and better food, but they still miss the taste of the past.

I can't eat it anymore, so I miss it so much?

"This is called chai turkey. I should have eaten it, but the family tradition is very strict and we are not allowed to eat it by the pot." Li Baihan tried hard to find a common topic.

In fact, they were married for one year, parted for seven years, and only met again for more than half a year. They had no chance to get to know each other well.

"Grandpa uses firewood to cook in the yard, but in recent years, Uncle Zhong has grown older and it is difficult to watch the fire for cooking, so grandpa switched to a gas stove."

Song Weiwei nodded, "I know, I used to make firewood chicken for grandpa, but every time it was a coincidence, you happened to be away on a business trip."

Li Baihan said sincerely: "It's a pity, if I don't go on a business trip, I will be lucky."

Hearing this, Song Weiwei said: "There's nothing to be sorry about. The firewood chicken I made doesn't have the same taste as my grandpa's. I always thought it was because of the particularity of the chicken, but I found out later that it wasn't."

Li Baihan: "Why is that?"

Song Weiwei raised her eyes, looked at the man in front of her through the dense heat, and pointed out: "I only know how to cherish something because I lost it, but it's too late."

Li Baihan looked up at her, "Weiwei..."

Before he could say a word, the waiter came over and lifted the wooden pot lid, and the rich meaty aroma wafted from his nostrils, filling his body and face.

The waiter turned over the chicken in the iron pan with a large spatula. The chicken was bubbling and scorched, and Song Weiwei couldn't help swallowing, "Can I eat it?"

"It's ready to eat, wait for the corn buns." The waiter left with the pot lid and shovel, Song Weiwei picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it into Li Baihan's bowl, "Try it."

Li Baihan couldn't say what he hadn't said yet. He lowered his head to eat the meat. The meat stewed by the fire was browned on several sides, and the mouth was full of meaty fragrance.

This is the taste she never forgets,
Even though he has eaten a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas and his taste has been developed, he still thinks that this is the taste of chicken itself, which is very fragrant and delicious.

Song Weiwei saw that his eyes lit up, and she asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Li Baihan nodded, "It is indeed different from the chicken I usually eat. The firewood chicken has a stronger taste, with the taste of meat."

Song Weiwei gave him another dish, "Try the corn steamed bun, it's also delicious, especially if you drink some soup, it tastes even better. I liked eating potside steamed buns the most when I was young."

Li Baihan picked up the steamed bun and took a bite, the skin was fried crispy, but the inside was as soft as bread, and it smelled like corn.

Li Baihan thought to himself, so this is the taste that Song Weiwei misses, and if he had tasted it once, he would probably never forget it.

"It's delicious." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared from her lips. She sighed, "Actually, grandpa's cooking is even better, but I can never taste that kind of taste again."

Li Baihan paused, "Weiwei..."

Song Weiwei blinked her eyes quickly to hide her fragility at that moment. She buried her head in the meat, not wanting Li Baihan to notice her momentary depression.

Obviously before, she could be ruthless and not inexplicably sentimental, but she pierced this layer of window paper, and when the topic got deeper, she would unknowingly expose more of her weaknesses.

"Hurry up and eat, the steamed buns won't taste as good after a while."

Li Baihan looked at her steadfastly, surrounded by hot air, she lowered her head, and couldn't see her expression clearly, but he just felt that she seemed a little sad.

There was an aroma bubbling from the iron pot, but the two of them felt a little tasteless, they checked out and left the restaurant, and Li Baihan sent Song Weiwei outside the Song residence.

"I'm going in, tonight..." Song Weiwei paused, then looked up at him, "Thank you for having dinner with me tonight, and listening to me talking about the past, in fact, I haven't thought of Grandpa for a long time."

Li Baihan looked at the flickering sadness in her eyes, and he grabbed her hand, "Weiwei, wait a minute."

Song Weiwei looked down at his hands. His fingers were long and slender, his nails were neatly cut, and his phalanges were well-proportioned. He had a pair of beautiful hands.

She looked away from his hand, "What's wrong?"

Li Baihan looked into her eyes, those eyes were as clear and moving as seven years ago, he was almost trapped in these eyes, unable to extricate himself, "Wei Wei, I don't know how to make up for the past, but I want to move on from now on." Start chasing you today, you can think about it slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Song Weiwei stared at him in astonishment, "What did you say?"

"Seven years ago, we missed a step in our marriage. I want to start over by pursuing you first. When you think about it and think that I am worth entrusting to you for the rest of your life, we will get married again." Li Baihan said.

Song Weiwei never expected that a meal tonight would change Li Baihan's attitude drastically. What does he mean, he wants to pursue her again?
"I……"

Li Baihan didn't give her a chance to refuse, he took a step forward, hugged her lightly, and said in a low voice, "Go in, I'll see you go in before leaving."

Song Weiwei's mind was buzzing, as if someone had cast a spell on her. She turned around and walked into the villa in a daze. When she walked into the garden, she was blown by the night wind before she came back to her senses.

She suddenly turned around and looked outside the iron gate, Li Baihan was still standing there, seeing her looking back at him, he waved at her.

Song Weiwei stared at him blankly, still unable to figure out why the matter had developed to this point. Was what she said before not cruel enough?
"Mummy!" Song Chenchen's drawn out voice came from behind, Song Weiwei put her thoughts away, turned and walked towards the villa, Song Chenchen stood on the steps, shouting and jumping.

She walked up to the steps in two steps in three steps. Song Chenchen threw herself into her arms and smelled something. He sniffed and sniffed her, "Mum, what does it smell like on you? It smells so good, like meat." The smell makes me hungry."