Let's walk together for the rest of our lives. If the host says to leave, she will leave.

The barbecue restaurant was very busy. Not only was the restaurant packed with people, but the open space in front of it was also full of people.

"There are so many people, are there any empty seats?" Jiang Mingcheng asked.

"Wait here. I'll go take a look."

"go Go."

Gu Ling entered the store. Liu Qi, the young man hired by Gu's father, was busy while greeting Gu Ling: "Hey, Gu Ling, you're back."

Normally, after saying hello, Gu Ling would go upstairs to change clothes, but this time, Gu Ling did not leave. She looked around and asked, "Brother Liu, how long do we have to wait for a seat to be available?"

Customers usually reserve seats online and then come over to sit down and order when the time comes. Gu Ling doesn't know how many people have made reservations.

"About half an hour." Liu Qi, "What happened?"

"nothing."

At this time, a customer came to pay the bill. Liu Qi did not notice that Gu Ling did not go upstairs to change clothes, but turned around and went out.

Gu Ling walked to the door and then came back, and took a small stool from the corner.

There was a big tree next to the open space. Jiang Mingcheng stood there, kicking the tree roots with his toes out of boredom.

Gu Ling walked over and handed him the small stool: "You have to wait about half an hour. Either make a reservation with your phone or go to another barbecue restaurant."

Jiang Mingcheng put the stool in place, sat on it, and took out his phone to unlock it: "How do we make an appointment?"

Gu Ling stood beside him and gave him verbal guidance. After a few words, Jiang Mingcheng suddenly waved at her.

It's the kind of gesture that calls for a puppy.

Gu Ling was puzzled: "What?"

Jiang Mingcheng sighed and gestured with his hand to indicate the height difference between them: "You are so tall, I feel very oppressed when I sit on the stool."

In fact, it’s not a sense of oppression, it’s just that Jiang Mingcheng doesn’t want to.

He is the king, he should sit on the high throne and accept the worship of his subjects, not sit on a small stool and listen to his subjects "pointing fingers"!

Gu·Finger·Zero: "So?"

Jiang Mingcheng stood up and pushed Gu Ling to sit on the stool. He tried to help Gu Ling take off the schoolbag on his back. Gu Ling grabbed the strap of the schoolbag and glared at him: "What are you doing?!"

The schoolbag is full of study materials. What is there to grab? Huh? What is there to grab?

Do you want five years of simulation and three years of college entrance examination?

Gu Ling sat there, holding the straps of his schoolbag tightly with both hands, while Jiang Mingcheng held the schoolbag with one hand and let it hang in the air.

"Did you put bricks in your schoolbag?" Jiang Mingcheng said, "I'm here to help you share the weight."

Gu Ling was unhappy: You just want to snatch my paper!

Gu Ling said coldly: "Let go."

"You loosen up first."

"No."

"I don't want it either! It hurts!"

Gu Ling stepped on Jiang Mingcheng's foot, and he let go instantly and performed the One-Legged Stand.

The green hair was messy in the air, and the slightly long hair covered Jiang Mingcheng's eyebrows and eyes. He jumped around with a distorted face, and the small metal parts hanging on his clothes jingled.

Jiang Mingcheng grimaced in pain, his two little fangs no longer looked cute, but instead looked like a silly dog ​​with big teeth baring, so stupid.

Gu Ling wanted to laugh but tried hard to hold it back. His facial muscles twitched and the upturned corners of his mouth were harder to suppress than AK.

No, hold on.

Jiang Mingcheng's pain was finally relieved, and Gu Ling finally returned to his cold expression.

Jiang Mingcheng limped over. Gu Ling was ready for him to question him, but he didn't expect him to sit down next to Gu Ling.

Jiang Mingcheng, who wanted to squat down but accidentally sat on the ground because of foot pain, was silent for three seconds, stretched out his hand holding the mobile phone in front of Gu Ling, and said three words.

"I'm hungry."

Gu Ling: "..." Damn this guilt, I actually felt pity for him? !

Gu Ling said awkwardly: "I'm sorry."

King Jiang Mingcheng, who was reflecting on the fact that he shouldn't force his people to do something they didn't want to do, didn't react: "Ah?"

"I said, this is the next step."

"Oh."

Jiang Mingcheng continued to operate, and soon the payment and appointment were completed. Suddenly he heard Gu Ling say, "I'm sorry!"

The voice was a bit loud, and Jiang Mingcheng looked up at Gu Ling in a daze.

First reaction: That’s not right, how come in the end his people are still taller than him?

One was sitting on a stool and the other was sitting on the ground. Of course, it was Gu Linggao.

Second reaction: Why did his people apologize to him?

Jiang Mingcheng had a serious face, and his already sharp and cold face looked very difficult to deal with.

He said, "Did I overpay? Did you have a coupon that you didn't tell me about?"

Gu Ling: “…No, not really.”

This idiot! She will never, ever apologize again!

Jiang Mingcheng's eyes suddenly became clear: "Then why are you apologizing?"

"No reason."

"There must be a reason. Tell me."

Gu Ling leaned slightly towards Jiang Mingcheng, looked at the hair covering his eyebrows, and stretched out his hand——

She flicked the green hair on his forehead and said viciously, "Leave me alone."

Jiang Mingcheng muttered: "You are my people, if I don't take care of you, who will?"

Gu Ling didn't hear clearly, so he sat up straight, folded his arms, and raised his chin slightly: "What are you talking about?"

From Jiang Mingcheng's perspective, all he could see was a round chin and smooth facial contours.

He raised his hand and touched his jaw, saying, "You have a lot of flesh on your face, it's round."

You've hit a sore spot.

Gu Ling hates chubby baby faces the most.

Gu Ling slapped his thigh and stood up: "You, you, you! You're still wearing a green grassland!"

Will Jiang Mingcheng be angry?

What a joke. Don't you even think about why he dyed his hair this color?

He pinched a strand of his hair and nodded, looking a little happy: "Yes, yes, it's the feeling of the grassland, as vibrant as spring. And green is an environmentally friendly color, how great."

To be honest, King Jiang Mingcheng is also the environmental protection model of No. 13 Middle School. He does not go to school on weekdays, but when he goes, no garbage can be seen thrown around in the school that week.

Every time a leader came to inspect the school, the principal would ask Jiang Mingcheng to go to the school for a few days in advance.

Damn! Is Jiang Mingcheng's nails too thick, or is he actually made of cotton?

Unhappy Gu Ling turned around and left, and Jiang Mingcheng shouted from behind: "Where are you going?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Jiang Mingcheng touched his head: "Do you want me to take care of this, or not?"

He glanced at his cell phone and found that it would take a while for him to get his turn, so he stood up, patted his butt, and sat down on the small stool.

Gu Ling went upstairs angrily, put down his schoolbag, changed his clothes and tied an apron. Before leaving, he rubbed his baby face hard in front of the mirror.

Damn baby face, damn round!

She tried to put on the most imposing expression her baby face could muster and went downstairs to start working.

As soon as she came downstairs, Father Gu got angry when he saw her ugly face: "What's that expression of yours? Change it for me!"

This expression is indeed not suitable for entertaining guests.

Gu Ling reluctantly relaxed his facial muscles a little. Although he still had no expression on his face, at least he didn’t look too... annoying.

As soon as Mr. Gu stretched out his hand, Liu Qi beside him smoothly handed him two bottles of milk and carefully inserted straws into them.

Father Gu handed the milk to Gu Ling and pushed her out the door: "The kid under the tree outside is your classmate, right? How can you leave him there? Go, play with him, and when there's room, ask him to come in for barbecue."

Gu Ling was pushed forward and turned his head and said, "You want me to accompany you when you're that old? Dad, I still have to help you entertain the guests."

Father Gu retracted his hand, his face expressionless: “Don’t force me to beat you.”

Gu Ling has had a sour face since he was a child. He has often caused trouble and been beaten.

Dad Gu was responsible for curing her bad temper, while Mom Gu was responsible for applying medicine to the leaky little cotton-padded jacket. With a one-stop service, this guy finally behaved himself and stopped causing trouble.

If it weren't for the fact that Mom Gu was sick recently and Dad Gu was very tired, Gu Ling would probably be invincible in the school on the first day of his transfer to No. 13 Middle School.

Gu Ling went out with the milk without even looking back.

Bloodline suppression is so terrifying.

Jiang Mingcheng was playing games. Gu Ling walked over and handed him a bottle of milk, saying in a loud voice: "Drink!"

Jiang Mingcheng's hands trembled, and he finally caught the phone in a panic, and then he heard Gu Ling say, "Do you want it?"

"Yes!" Jiang Mingcheng took the milk, "Thank you."

This is an offering from the people and cannot be refused.

Only then did Jiang Mingcheng realize that Gu Ling had changed her clothes and her apron was green.

Following Jiang Mingcheng's line of sight, Gu Ling also noticed this.

Gu Ling: There has never been a moment when I feel that her work aprons are so ugly as they do now.

Damn! I should have worn my mom’s pink apron.