My 1991

After walking out of the First Department Store, Meng Qingchi thought for a while and walked to the clothing market not far away.

Meng Wenjie, who was following behind, couldn't help but ask: "Do you still want to buy clothes?"

"Let's take a look first."

The clothes sold in the First Department Store are relatively expensive, and they are brand goods and high-end goods in the eyes of Baoqing people.

The outside clothing market is just the opposite.

The clothes were cheap and affordable, and they were all fakes from street stalls, but there were indeed many styles, which dazzled Meng Qingchi, who was here for the first time.

Meng Wenjie was obviously more familiar with this place than his sister, so he said to her, "Follow me."

Turn left, go straight, turn left again, here we are.

Meng Wenjie pointed to the dozen or so shops in front of him, "Come here and take a look. Xiao An used to like shopping for clothes here."

Meng Qingchi remained silent, walked past the shops one by one with his head lowered, and looked at them carefully.

Since he was in a hurry to get home, Meng Qingchi didn't procrastinate much. It only took him less than 10 minutes to pick out a set of clothes, and he even ran next door to buy a pair of pull-back shoes.

Of course, these shoes are also fake.

This time Meng Wenjie learned his lesson, I will try, I will try, I will try again

On the way back, Meng Wenjie's face was full of confusion: "Since you want to buy clothes for Xiao An, why do you also buy street stall goods?"

Meng Qingchi explained: "Although Xiaoan has changed a lot now, he seems to smile at everyone, but he has a strong self-esteem.

He will definitely be sweating profusely after the banquet, and there is no change of clothes for him at home. I will give him both sets of clothes and let him decide which one to wear. "

Meng Wenjie was a little annoyed and said with emotion: "In the end, he and you are brothers and sisters?

Or are you and I brother and sister? "

Meng Qingchi said with a smile: "If I finish all my sister-in-law's work, how can my sister-in-law express her love for you?"

Although he half-believed this, Meng Wenjie felt much more comfortable.

1:28 is an auspicious time.

When the time comes, dinner is served on time.

The Meng family is a big family in a few miles around. They care about face and pomp, so they naturally follow the highest standards in customs. Each table prepares 22 dishes.

This exhausted Luann.

I was running up and down carrying the square plate, sweating like rain. After a while, my body became sticky, and my clothes were uncomfortably tight against my skin.

Meng Qingshui appeared next to him at some point and handed him a bottle of soda:

"You sweat so much, quench your thirst."

Luan wanted to say no, I'm not thirsty.

But when he saw the other party's pair of dark eyes full of spirituality looking at him steadily, he still couldn't bear to refuse. He took it and said "thank you", unscrewed the lid and drank.

In order to show that her soda was delicious, the old man took three big gulps in one breath.

Then he asked: "Aren't you going to eat?"

Meng Qingshui took the half bottle of soda and made a clear voice: "There are too many people here, so we can't sit down. I'll eat with the kitchen later."

Saying "Eat in the kitchen", Lu An almost understood what the girl in front of him was thinking, and immediately said yes.

He said, "I'm going to do some work first, and we'll talk later."

"Okay." Meng Qingshui cleared the situation and left decisively with half a bottle of soda.

Li Meng, who was sitting at the main table, quietly watched this scene with mixed emotions.

Having lived for more than 40 years, as someone who has lived there, how could she still not know about her youngest daughter's feelings for Xiao An?

But she was worried.

She could clearly feel that Xiao An was just having fun with Qing Shui and was not serious.

The twenty-two dishes took more than 20 minutes to be served.

One is that more people came than expected today, and the kitchen was short-staffed. Everything had to be bought and prepared again, making everyone in a hurry.

Second, the space on the Eight Immortals Table is limited, and there is no room for 22 dishes at one go, so you can only use the bowls and chopsticks while eating.

Just like this intermittently, Lu An finally spent more than 20 minutes.

This is not over yet, today is the old man’s 70th birthday after all, and he is still busy saying a few nice words and toasting a glass of wine.

"Grandpa, I wish you blessings as long as the flowing water of the East China Sea, and may you live as long as the evergreen pines in the Southern Mountains."

There are many birthday wishes, but Lu An has experienced a lifetime and found that the old man still likes to hear this sentence most.

Especially the older you are, the more you like to listen to it.

They say they would rather live in this world than be buried in the ground, and that's probably the case.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out of his mouth, the old man grinned and said happily: "Yesterday you beat me, come have one more drink with me today."

What kind of thing is this?

Do you have to drink when you win?

I won you, old man, yesterday. Was that what I wanted to win?

You're not an old man with bad hands and a stubborn temper. Every time you see me, you have to give me a few heads.

"It should be."

Although he was so slanderous in his heart, Lu An moved his hands very neatly and raised his glass to drink.

Half an hour later, the banquet was almost done, and people were leaving one after another. There were only a few tables left where people who loved drinking were still bragging.

"Xiao An, thank you for your hard work. You can go and eat too." Meng Qingchi had already eaten with some of his female relatives just now, and now she pulled him towards the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm really a little hungry." Lu An was polite. Seeing that there were two tables in the kitchen, he randomly picked an empty seat and sat down.

Seeing Meng Wenjie about to come closer, Meng Qingchi walked over and stopped him with his hand, laughing softly and saying:

"This is not your place, please find another table."

Meng Wenjie was a little stunned. It wasn't until Qing Shui appeared at the door of the kitchen the next second that he suddenly realized it. Then he changed the table wisely and tried to see out of sight.

In other words, he was avoiding suspicion and not disturbing the younger sister's performance.

"Xiao An will be left to you. Supervise him and don't let him drink too much." Meng Qingchi pulled his sister and pressed her to Lu An. After giving such careful instructions, he turned and left.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but think of the nightmare her sister told her last night: she dreamed of a white snake that swept her up into the air with a swing of its tail and swallowed her alive.

"Are you Lu An? I think I've seen her before. Her butt was a little bigger back then. How did it grow so big in the blink of an eye?"

"Well, are you studying in No. 1 Middle School during the holidays?"

"Hey, um, do you think these two would be a good match sitting together?"

"I even ventured to say that both of them are from Nuomi, and they look like husband and wife."

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Just sat down.

The aunts and uncles at the table were staring at the two of them, and all kinds of sweet words kept coming out of their mouths, which made Meng Qingshui blush with embarrassment.

But even so, the girl didn't want to leave. She brought him a bowl and chopsticks with a smile, and poured him a glass of juice.

Faced with a table full of meat, Lu An also had a strong appetite. While maintaining basic etiquette, he ate as much as he could.

After eating, he inexplicably ordered Meng Qingshui next to him: "Pour me a cup of soju."

Meng Qingshui doesn't eat much meat, and the places where his chopsticks fall off the most are kelp, fungus, and wild mushrooms.

Hearing this, he immediately put down the chopsticks he was picking up, half stood up, took another wine glass, poured a glass of soju and put it in front of him.

After eating two and a half bowls of rice in a row, Lu An rubbed his round and round belly.

This is a fucking banquet.

Eat with satisfaction.

Finally, he turned around and asked: "Tell me, if you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, what do you want to do with me?"

Meng Qingshui, who had finished eating long ago, had been waiting for him. Hearing the sound, he got up, left the seat and went outside.

Seeing this, Lu An followed.

Looking for a deserted corner, Meng Qingshui stood up, looked straight into his eyes and asked:

"Li Rou is looking for you?"

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