Chapter 39
Qiao Nian felt a wave of oppression as his shadow loomed over her. Moreover, he was holding onto her. She felt her head throb again, and she did all she could to not shake him off. Instead, she said casually, “I heard there’s a good milk tea shop around here. I came to get it.”
Ye Wangchuan wasn’t really expecting her to treat him, anyway. As he looked at her long and lush lashes which curled up slightly, he couldn’t even help but smile a little. He found it pretty adorable. “Yes, anything at all. Just let me know what you feel like eating.”
Qiao Nian was so calm, she didn’t look like someone who’d been caught playing truant. She gave him some nonsensical reason in a surprisingly serious manner. “It’s the first day of school, so we didn’t have any lessons. It ended early and I came to get some milk tea.”
There was just a single trishaw by the road, with a few planks of wood on it. A clean and simple tablecloth was draped over the planks, and about 20 plastic baskets were laid out neatly on the makeshift table. Vegetable and meat skewers were placed into the baskets.
They were at the corner around a cross junction, and the pavement was especially wide. 30 tables were set up around the trishaw, and the seats were all snapped up even before it was seven in the evening.
Ye Wangchuan had never interacted with people of her age. But he thought about how he used to be at 18 and felt that he wasn’t like her, who seemed to exude wildness even in her eyes.
“Mm, school ended early today, so I came to have a look.” Qiao Nian seemed to be rather close to her. There was a sort of comfort and familiarity in the way she spoke.
This was his first time at a roadside stall. While he wasn’t very particular about where to dine at, this place that Qiao Nian took him to was out of his expectations.
He considered her words thoughtfully and then released her hand. His stiff expression softened as well. “Have you eaten? Let’s go, Brother will give you a treat.”
Twenty minutes later, Master Wang was standing before a small stall by the roadside. There wasn’t even a shelter for that stall. He simply couldn’t take a step.
Ye Wangchuan found her reaction amusing. He got closer to her ear and said almost flirtatiously, “Why not? Well, you can treat me too. I wouldn’t mind that.
Qiao Nian showed her free hands and answered very easily, “I did. It tasted ordinary. I only had half of it and threw the remaining into the bin.”
There was a pot of soup right on the inside of the trishaw, now hot with steam. A woman in her early 40s was busying herself with it.
The woman was evidently happy to see Qiao Nian and smiled despite how busy she was. She greeted in return, “Nian Nian, you’re here.”
He had been smoking around the corner when he overheard some men talking about “nice legs” and decided to follow their gaze.
