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"I don't know if she's in the bathhouse now... yo? I really want to do something!" Hou Zhonger watched intently.At a small food stall not far from the entrance of the bathhouse, Li Aqiao was sitting on a saddle, with her head down, devouring a bowl of wolf.Seeing her eating so happily, Hou Zhong'er was a little hesitant to say hello.She hesitated and didn't move forward. She stood on the side of the street and stared at Li Aqiao's side face, thinking: If you look at it blindly, she looks better!

When she looked at it, Li Aqiao felt that someone was greedy for her to eat.She turned her head and looked in surprise, "It's you?!"

"Ah..." Hou Zhong'er's thoughts were still at the step of peeping. Now that he was caught by someone, he didn't know how to greet him, so he instinctively raised his left hand and shook it by his ear: "Hello."

Li Aqiao saw her standing there blankly, as if she had been watching her eating for a long time, and she couldn't help but feel a little sour: She is indeed poorer than me, it's this hour, and she still can't eat... Li Aqiao waved to Hou Zhong'er, and said enthusiastically: " Come and eat together!"

"Ah, no, no, I still want to..." Hou Zhong'er wanted to say that I still have to go home for dinner, and today I will eat mutton hot pot.But before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Li Aqiao: "No matter how busy you are, you still have to eat! Don't you run your life for yourself? Come and eat!"

Everyone talked about this, so Hou Zhong'er had no choice but to sit down.It was only when she walked to the low broken wooden table that she realized that it was a very small food stall, with only two broken tables, a thin bench, and the small horse that Li Atao sat on.Hou Zhonger didn't know how to sit well.Li Aqiao pulled out the saddle from under her buttocks, pulled the bench, and sat down with Hou Zhong'er.

"Eat when you're hungry. You can't get enough of the food you've seen all over the street. You can only be greedy. What to eat? Do you want me to eat? Rice with pickled vegetables, rice pancakes, pickled vegetables whatever you want."

Hou Zhong'er has never tasted such "poor people's happiness".Li Aqiao's portion was almost eaten, and she couldn't tell what kind of meal it was, so she simply nodded and let Li Aqiao arrange it.

In a blink of an eye, a big bowl and two plates were served, Hou Zhonger tasted the rice first, it was bland and tasteless.He took another bite of the rice cake, which was made of rough noodles.I took another bite of pickles and almost wanted to put down my chopsticks.But Li Aqiao next to him added another bowl of pickled rice and ate it with relish. She didn't want to disappoint others, so she had to perfunctorily choose the pickles in the bowl to eat.

Li Aqiao ate half a bowl of rice in one go, picked up the rice cakes to rest, and took the time to care about Hou Zhonger: "Are you working as a clerk in a bookstore? Are you still delivering books so late?" Hou Zhonger was wearing the uniform of the academy. Student robes, white bottom, light blue embroidered edges, the fabric is not fine, and it is impossible to tell whether there is money or not.Li Aqiao regarded her as a bookstore clerk, which made sense.

Hou Zhong'er was taken aback, and then realized that it was her clothes and the book in her hand that had misunderstood her.He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start, so he just nodded and made a mistake.

"Hey...it's not easy. After eating this bowl, I'm going to the bathhouse to pinch my feet." Li Aqiao lowered her head and sighed, looking a little tired.But when she looked up at Hou Zhong'er, she regained her smile: "Where do you usually buy food? Is it the night market here?"

"Usually eat at home..." Hou Zhong'er's family has two local chefs, one chef of Sichuan cuisine, and one who specializes in pasta and dim sum.The taste is comparable to Wanghulou, the best restaurant in the city.

"Well...eating at home is to save money...but I'm often not free. You see, you still have to deliver books at such a late hour today. If you go home and eat again, you will miss the meal, which is not good for your stomach. The last time you pressed your stomach You will hurt.” Li Aqiao misunderstood, and was really worried about Hou Zhonger: “If it’s too late, just buy some stomach pads, don’t feel bad about the money. If your body breaks down, you won’t be able to make more money ?"

"Hmm...um..." Hou Zhong'er blushed for some reason, and hurriedly lowered his head to pick up the rice grains.She thought that all three meals at home would be served on time.There are chefs cooking, maids serving, and Mrs. Hou nagging, and she makes her stomach so bad.She simply felt guilty.

"If you want to buy food, the south of the city is the cheapest in the whole city. Many stalls in the night market have a lot of food, and the food is good. You can eat enough, the food is not bitter, and the cost is also low. It's a good deal." Li Aqiao patiently and enthusiastically Zhong’er introduced which stall had big cakes, which stall had more rice, which stall made thick oily soup and fat, which stir-fried vegetables had more lean meat and less fat, and which stall’s fried sauce was particularly fragrant... “Dongtou, The tofu at the first stall in Dongtou is very good! I love tofu the most. You should eat more too. Tofu is like meat, the more you eat, the thicker it becomes! Hehe, it seems to be raising pigs...but people are the same ! Eating tofu is good for your health! By the way, there is also the one in the south..."

As he listened, Hou Zhong'er's heart gradually warmed up.Although she was born in a wealthy family, her father and brother were strict and separated often, and she was only accompanied by her mother since she was a child.The rich lady who I met occasionally, either pretended to be pure or pretended to be ignorant.Listening to them covering their mouths with sharp smiles and saying that I don't understand what men have and women don't have, and at the same time exchanging their tips on how to get acquainted with official sons, Hou Zhong'er felt like vomiting.She would rather spend ten big bucks on the street to listen to a piece of "Old Coachman, Take Me" than to chat with these young ladies.Ever since, she was a little lonely after all.Except for Mrs. Hou, she has not been really cared about by anyone for a long time.And the girl in front of her, who is biting a thick flour pancake and sucking vegetable porridge, is continuously stuffing warmth into her heart...

When he returned home and ate mutton hot pot, Hou Zhong'er still felt warm in his heart, and the corners of his mouth kept smiling.Madam Hou saw that she was happy, and asked with a smile: "What's the fun, let me tell you."