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One side of the road outside the inn faces Yuer, the east gate, and the other side leads to the most prosperous Fuxing Road in the ancient city.

There are various small shops on Fuxing Road, and there are many tourists, and the products are even more dazzling. There are also many small gourmet shops or special stalls scattered among them.

Song Yu led Ji Anhe to pick some Bai snacks that his foreign guests could accept.

Ji Anhe had probably never tried this kind of life before. He watched Song Yu walk through the hustle and bustle and oily smoke, with paper bowls in his left and right hands, turned around and handed the paper bowls to Ji Anhe, and asked him if he would like to try it.

After waiting for Ji Anhe to pick up the pair of chopsticks that had only held a bowl of snacks in his hand and take a bite, he opened his mouth to Ji Anhe.

"I have a taste too?"

Ji Anhe pursed his lips, followed his wish, picked up the bait in the paper bowl with chopsticks, and fed it into Song Yu's open mouth.

After he finished chewing the food in his mouth, he asked, "Is it delicious?"

"En." Ji Anhe responded softly, and followed Song Yu, holding a paper bowl, and walked all the way forward.

Most of the snacks on this road are sold to tourists, and the portion is not too much. For two men, one or two snacks is a fresh meal, no matter how full they are, but Song Yu still chose this place, he said: "There are many people here, and the food is lively."

Ji Anhe looked at Song Yu who was busy looking for food in front of him, and suddenly seemed to find a reason to come here in this bustle.

His Song Yu is here, as if he has been involved in fireworks, as if he has the shadow of the person who sang in BadMonkey, more like that Song Yu.

But what he didn't realize was that Song Yu was more like himself when he was in front of him.

Free, uninhibited, casual.

It was the kind of person who attracted him more and more.

Ji Anhe stood still and stared at the person. The hand holding the paper bowl was accidentally touched by a passing tourist, and the paper bowl fell to the ground in an instant.

But fortunately, he and Song Yu had finished sharing the contents of the bowl just now, so it was harmless.

Distracted Ji Anhe was brought back to his senses by this episode, he waved his hand at the apologetic tourist, saying it was okay, and then followed Song Yu's footsteps.

Song Yu saw that the bowl and chopsticks in his hand were gone, and asked curiously.

"You lost something?"

"Well, I lost it." Ji Anhe didn't tell Song Yu the episode, but just asked, "What did you buy?"

"Roll noodles, Yangbi roll noodles." Song Yu turned around and asked the proprietress for a pair of chopsticks, and then handed them up like a treasure, "Try it?"

Ji Anhe nodded, picked up one chopstick, put it in his mouth, and picked up another piece to feed to Song Yu, but Song Yu's eyes turned to the alley next to the flow of people, and he didn't notice the chopsticks he handed over. block to eat.

Ji Anhe looked over, and in sight was a relatively simple signboard, which read: Roasted Milk Fan

With this name, they walked all the way, and Ji Anhe met a lot, but Song Yu's eyes never stopped.Only this stall is different.

Ji Anhe returned the rolling powder in his hand to Song Yu: "Wait."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Song Yu looked at Ji Anhe who cut off the flow of people and walked into the alley, his heart changed somehow, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Following Ji Anhe's footsteps, he crossed over and walked to the signboard.The boss saw the person coming, smiled and exchanged greetings with Song Yu, and asked him why he was free today.

Song Yu's gaze turned to Ji Anhe, implying something.

"Because the person I like asked me to come out to eat."

Ji Anhe frowned at Song Yu's gaze. Song Yu could show it so generously, but he couldn't.

He glanced at Song Yu, but Song Yu's eyes were a little more smug.

The boss lowered his head and turned over the coagulated dairy products under his hands. He didn't notice the exchange of eyes between the two, but asked self-consciously: "Then can she get used to this thing? I don't think young people nowadays like it very much." Yes, it feels fishy."

"It's up to him. If he likes it, I can eat it." Song Yu waited for the boss to put the baked breast fan into a paper bag, took out the change, pointed to Ji Anhe, and said, "Send it." My money is just enough. Come on, give it to him."

The boss looked at Ji Anhe, and embarrassedly raised his hand to take Song Yu's money.Ji Anhe reluctantly put the whole money in his hand back into his wallet, put away the wallet and took the roasted breast fan.

Song Yu brought back the paper bowl again, and walked back into the crowd with Ji Anhe. He said as he walked, "This milk fan shop has been open for a long time. When I was young, I loved to join in the fun at their house. That's the one." The grid of the roasting fan has scalded me many times before."

As he spoke, Song Yu raised his hand and turned his wrist to show Ji Anhe a scar on his right wrist.

Ji Anhe frowned at his move, and joked, "Boss Song, do you want me to brag to you?"

Song Yu looked at Ji Anhe suspiciously.

Ji Anhe lowered his head and blew lightly on the old scar, and explained with a smile: "It won't hurt anymore."

Song Yu was choked up by Ji Anhe's angry and funny words, he put it in Ji Anhe's ear and whispered in a good mood: "I thought Mr. Ji suddenly wanted to brag to me..."

Song Yu's gaze moved down a little bit meaningfully. After hearing this, Ji Anhe's expression became obviously stiff. He raised his hand and pushed Song Yu, which made Song Yu back half a step cooperatively. Then he looked down at his hand. Holding the paper bag in his hand, he said, "I should let you have a few more scars, so that you can remember them long."

Angrily, he took a bite of the half-exposed milk fan in the paper bag, and the frankincense melted in his mouth, but in an instant, a smell of milk lingered in his nose, and his eyebrows were frowned.

But when he found that Song Yu's eyes were still staring at him, his brows relaxed a little.

Song Yu asked, "Is it delicious?"

After Ji Anhe chewed and swallowed slowly, he handed the milk fan to his mouth and said honestly, "It's not very tasty."

Song Yu leaned his head and bit down on the place where Ji Anhe had just bitten. It was the same as what he had eaten before, but it seemed that there was a little more sweetness, which was probably an illusion. After all, this was what Ji Anhe wanted to buy for him.

"People outside don't like to eat this," Song Yu continued, "Why does Mr. Ji want to buy this?"

Ji Anhe raised his hand to take the roll noodles that Song Yu bought for him that suits his taste: "I thought you liked it."

Song Yu didn't let go of what was in his hands, nor did he accept Ji Anhe's. He just shook his head: "After I came back, I didn't like it very much. I always felt a little fishy."

"Then..." Ji Anhe suggested, "Don't eat it, throw it away."

"Mr. Ji, break it off a little bit." Song Yu was definitely reluctant to throw it away. He stopped Ji Anhe who was about to stop holding the breast fan, and waited for Ji Anhe to break off a small piece of milky white and put it into his mouth. When he handed it over, there was a wicked smile in his eyes, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to exchange the breast fan and Ji Anhe's hand with xxi xdu xjia.He took it into his mouth.

Ji Anhe quickly waved his hands in embarrassment, and listened to Song Yu's vague comment: "It's quite delicious to eat like this."

However, Ji Anhe turned a deaf ear to these words, responded with a perfunctory "Yes", and pushed the whole breast fan to Song Yu.

Song Yu moved closer, and handed the roll powder to Ji Anhe: "Do you still eat this?"

Ji Anhe took the roll powder, but hesitated to move his chopsticks, and watched Song Yu beside him frowning as he finished eating the milk fan with a strong milky smell.

A little guilt in his heart seemed to have also played a role, and he asked, "Do you still want to eat?"

Song Yu thought for a while: "Yes."

"What?" Ji Anhe asked, "Where can I buy it?"

"I can't buy it, I think..." Song Yu met Ji Anhe's gaze, mouth-shaped, and silently said, "Eat, you."

What Song Yu didn't expect, his words didn't arouse Ji Anhe's reaction too much, even his ears didn't turn red.

Ji Anhe finished eating the roll noodles in the bowl before answering, "Oh."

"What does Mr. Ji's 'oh' mean?" Song Yu threw away the paper bag of the breast fan together with Ji An and the paper bowl in his hand, and asked back.

Ji Anhe glanced at Song Yu beside him indifferently, and said calmly, "Think about it."

After hearing this, Song Yu raised her eyebrows slightly, shrugged her shoulders, and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you say yesterday that I got it? Today I didn't even hold hands."

Ji Anhe could hear what Song Yu deliberately said to him, he stopped in his tracks, confronted Song Yu's sudden aggrieved gaze for two seconds, and then reached out to hold Song Yu.

Palms close together, fingers intertwined.

"Now, you got it."

Ji Anhe repeated this sentence again.

This is what Song Yu said when he begged him for a kiss in You Yuli.

Song Yu also repeated the actions of that night, they hid in the crowded crowd, their lips touched each other lightly, like stealing fragrance, and then Song Yu said.

"That's it, I've got it."

The corners of Ji Anhe's mouth were raised slightly, and after laughing, the two people who were silent at the same time held each other's hands tighter and walked deeper into the crowd.

The author says:

It won’t be too sweet, right? QWQ I wish you all a happy Valentine’s Day! Lovers will finally get married~