Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

"Yeah, they're done." As he spoke, hot air came out of his mouth. The freshly cooked dumplings were so hot, but they were really delicious.

"Did you get burned?" Qian Dalong frowned and stared at her closely, worried that her tongue had not been broken, but he couldn't say it directly. They just met today, and he was afraid that he would offend her if he said too much.

"Kind of."

"Does it hurt?" Qian Dalong put down the spoon in his hand and was about to move over to take a better look at her.

"I'm fine, it's nothing serious."

Cheng Cheng reached out and held the man's hands, successfully stopping his actions.

"You...just be fine."

Qian Dalong also noticed that his hands were held by hers, and at this moment he didn't want to remind her to hold his hands.

He wanted this moment to last a little longer so that he could feel her soft and beautiful hands again.

Unfortunately, Chengcheng did not hold the man's hand again. Sometimes appropriate touch can bring two people closer together, but this feeling will slowly disappear over time.

Only when others withdraw from the enjoyment, will he never forget it.

Cheng Cheng reminded him: "Brother Dalong, it's time to take the dumplings out of the pot."

"Oh! Yes, look at me, I had totally forgotten about it."

Qian Dalong came back to his senses. Although he still wanted to hold Chengcheng's little hand, he knew that the chance was gone.

No one noticed the little incident between the two of them as everyone was busy with their own things. Secretary Zhou was busy chopping garlic. He was a particular person and liked to eat garlic in chopped pieces.

He thought it would taste better with vinegar, and of course he also considered other people and left a lot of peeled but uncut garlic.

What he didn't know was that he missed the big show because he was concentrating on cutting garlic.

The dumplings were ready. Cheng Cheng called over the young apprentice he had just taught, "Xiao Hui, come and see! Your dumplings are ready."

"Hey! Here I come."

The little girl named Xiaohui walked over quickly and looked at the dumplings that had just been taken out. She could see the one on top.

It was packed by her. Her bag is not as standard as orange bags, but it is also good-looking.

"Wow, it's really not broken! Sister Chunhua."

The little girl called out to Chengcheng happily, with a smile that came from the heart on her face, which was very contagious.

Chengcheng was also amused. The little girl was so cute.

She tilted her head and smiled, "Well, yours isn't broken."

"Hahahahaha that's great! Sister Chunhua, you don't know how hateful my mother is. She actually said that the dumplings I made were not good-looking and that I would never be able to get married!" The little girl told Chengcheng about her family's affairs, wanting her to also condemn her mother's behavior.

Chengcheng quickly understood the hidden meaning of Xiaohui's words, but as an outsider, she couldn't help her speak ill of someone else's mother. Besides, if she said too much, she was afraid that the little girl would get angry and change her attitude.

So, she said, "Then you should keep all of them and bring them back to your aunt this time. Let her take a good look at the dumplings you made. They are so perfect!"

"Yes, let her take a good look!" The little girl looked at the dumplings and smiled proudly.

Chengcheng asked Qian Dalong to take out the dumplings Xiaohui had made separately and not eat them, and told her to take them all back for her mother to try.

"Yes! Sister Chunhua, I remembered I have a lunch box. I'll go get it."

The little girl went to get the lunch box in a hurry.

After a while, he came back and called out, "Sister Chunhua, the lunch box is here."

Cheng Cheng took it and handed it to Qian Dalong, "Brother Dalong, please help her serve it."

"No trouble, no trouble."

Qian Dalong also had a smile on his face. He was happy to do anything for her, anything.

……

As the dumplings were cooked in pot after pot, it was time for everyone to eat.

After a busy day, everyone was hungry, but no one started eating.

If someone wanted to start eating, the person next to him would pat him on the shoulder, indicating that Secretary Zhou had not spoken yet, so what was he eating?

Qian Dalong doesn't care about these things, he is not a worker in a towel factory.

He took the lead and scooped a bowl full of dumplings and handed it to Chengcheng. He then poured vinegar into another bowl and handed it to her.

The chili oil and garlic were also moved not far from her so that she could eat them more conveniently.

Cheng Cheng gave the man a faint smile and said, "Thank you, Brother Dalong."

After saying that, he lowered his head and started eating without any embarrassment.

Why is there anything she is afraid of eating? This is her future man serving her, huh.

Secretary Zhou held his forehead with his hand. His friend's move was so big that he almost said out loud that Qian Dalong had that kind of intention towards Liu Chunhua.

Didn’t you see that everyone was staring at them in a daze? It was obvious that they were also shocked by their outrageous actions.

In order to give his friend a way out, Secretary Zhou took his bowl to Qian Dalong and raised his chin to signal him.

"Xiao Qingcai, why are you putting your dog bowl in front of me!?"

Qian Dalong obviously didn't get what he meant.

"Dalong, serve the dumplings, what are you waiting for?!"

"Bah, go and serve yourself." Qian Dalong was still thinking in his heart, how dare Xiao Qingcai ask him to serve him, it was just wishful thinking.

Secretary Zhou snorted coldly. Let this man destroy himself. There is no hope for him.

He went up to get the bowl back and filled himself up, then said to everyone, "Don't be polite, everyone must be hungry, let's eat."

Everyone took action and took their bowls to add vegetables and eat dumplings.

Dumplings are a great comfort to people after a busy day, making them feel relaxed and happy.

After a satisfying meal, everyone said goodbye and went home.

Xiaohui also took back the dumplings she made.

Chengcheng saw that what she brought was a thermos bucket, and it seemed that her family was well off.

The dumplings won’t get cold by now.

Her convenience store had already stocked up on thermos bottles, but there hadn't been a suitable opportunity to take them out, so she could only wait.

Qian Dalong came out pushing his bicycle and told Chengcheng that he would take her home.

As for Cheng Cheng, who lives in the factory dormitory, why would he need a bicycle to take him there? "Brother Dalong, I live in the factory dormitory, so I don't need to take him there a few steps."

"Oh...Okay then, Chunhua, go back and rest early."

Qian Dalong was a little disappointed, but he still said goodbye to her.

Secretary Zhou, who had been waiting at the factory gate for a long time, saw his classmate and good friend like this and couldn't help but laugh at him: "Hahahaha Dalong, I guessed that's it."

"Xiao Qingcai, can't you lower your voice when you laugh at me? I'm really upset."

"I'm so tired, let's go! Go back!"

Secretary Zhou got on his bike and rode away, leaving Qian Dalong standing there, not knowing what to think.

By the time he had thought it over, Secretary Zhou was nowhere to be found at the entrance of the towel factory! She had already left.

"Bah, little green vegetable, why don't you call me when you're running away!"

Qian Dalong got on his bicycle and left quickly.

……

The next day, early in the morning

When Chengcheng came to the cafeteria to work again, she didn't see Qian Dalong anymore.