Panguan

When smelling, he put the umbrella on the shelf at the door, raised his foot and walked towards the small door.

"Hey, that's the bathroom over there." Lao Mao said hurriedly.

"Oh, borrow it, thank you." Wen Shi said.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard a muffled coughing sound inside, and the next second, the door opened from the inside, revealing Xie Wen's pale face.

This is obviously not a bathroom, it should be a back room where you can rest. When I smelled it, I could vaguely smell the faint fragrance inside, and something was cooked, which was very hot.

Xie Wen came out and closed the door with his back.

He seemed to be a little cold, nestled in such a hot room, and he was meticulously dressed in long-sleeved trousers.

"Why did you find someone so fierce?" Xie Wen coughed a few more times and asked.

"Then why are you hiding?" Wen Shi glanced at the stumbling old Mao, frowned and wondered, "I didn't come to ask for debts."

"I didn't hide from you, it's just that I didn't want to come out because it's too cold these two days, so I just asked them and said they weren't there." Xie Wen turned his head and coughed a few times.

When he smelled it, he realized that both of his hands were wearing gloves, the kind of thin black silk cloth that was wrapped all the way to his wrists. Only during the movements could he see a little of the skin between his wrists, which made him paler compared to the gloves.

"I'm not a fortune teller either, so I didn't know you would come." Xie Wen leaned against the door frame and asked, "What's the matter with you coming to the store?"

Maybe it's because of the proximity, even if I didn't close my eyes and didn't see the spirit. When he smelled it, he could still feel the suffocating aura surging around him.

With a cold face, he quickly licked the corner of his lips, turned to Xiaqiao, raised his chin and said, "He's here to buy a doll."

Xia Qiao: "???"

I……

Xia Qiao gave a blank face, nodded and said, "Ang, I want to buy a doll."

"By the way, do you still rent your house?" Wen Shi said again, "If we don't rent it, we'll put up a new one."

Xie Wen lowered his eyes and wondered what he was thinking. He was silent for a second before nodding and said: "Rent, Saturday, the day after tomorrow. Can you make time the day after tomorrow?"

When I smell it, it's just two days' effort, which is pretty fast. So he turned to look at Xia Qiao.

Xia Qiao said in her heart that she came to ask me again at this time, as if I could call the shots. He bit his head and said, "Well, there is time."

When he smelled it, he licked the corner of his lips again, feeling that he was probably out of his mind before running this trip.

He originally meant to discuss, and came to the full Manchu and Han table in front of him. Who would have thought that there were so many people in the store that it would be inconvenient for him to speak.

So he squeezed his phalanx, turned around and said, "That's it, let's go."

Xia Qiao took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the umbrella on the shelf, and then remembered... What about buying a doll? Can you respect the excuse.

Just as he was about to leave, the twin girls suddenly pointed to the umbrella and said, "Where did this come from?"

"Oh." Xia Qiao said, "Someone gave it, what's wrong?"

One of the girls said: "There has been a rumor here before."

Xia Qiao: "What rumor?"

"It is said that when you come here on a rainy day, you will meet a very strange driver with a round face and a very enthusiastic. Then when you get off the bus, he will always give someone an umbrella."

The little girl's voice was soft, and Xia Qiao was horrified.

"and then?"

"If you don't have an umbrella, you will be fine if you catch a cold for two days." The little girl said, "If you have an umbrella...I will go to see her."

Xia Qiao: "..."

When Wen Shi came over, he saw Xia Qiao's back against the door, half of his soul was gone. He grabbed the umbrella angrily and was about to go out when he suddenly heard Xie Wen's voice coming to his side.

His gloved fingers touched the smell lightly, and he closed it with one touch: "Is there something wrong in a while?"

He turned to look at him when he smelled.

"Let's have something to eat here, and I'll take you off later."

Chapter 15 Eating

Xiping Garden actually has two floors, but the structure is very strange.

In general, this kind of double storey shop, the first floor is the storefront, and the second floor is either for living or as a warehouse. There are also some poor and exquisite, who will get a particularly elegant reception room.

But Xiping Garden is not like that.

Its second floor...mainly used for meals.

Why say main? Because it's still like a small botanical garden—

In the northwest corner, there is a tree that grows against the wall. The species cannot be seen. It is difficult to distinguish whether it is alive or dead. It is bare and its height just reaches the roof. The branches just stick to the wall and the walls meander along the line.

There is also an empty bird stand pretending to hang on the branch.

There is an artificial landscape under the tree, and two little bastards are paddling in the shallow pool. In addition, there are rocks and fresh flowers and plants everywhere, and there are a few nests where they don't know what to do.

The square table for eating was placed among the flowers and plants, very... nondescript.

Lao Mao put a large copper pot on the table, filled it with charcoal, a pot of thick milky white soup boiled like this, and the white mist diffused with fragrance.

Thin and tender lamb rolls in the pot, juices overflowing between the textures.

The wine was still hot on a small stove next to it, the degree of which was unknown, but it was quite strong.

Anyway, I didn't drink a sip when I smelled it, and I was already drunk—

When summer comes, he wears short sleeves and sits in a room covered with hot air, his stomach growling in front of a table of nourishing and warming things.

What is he drawing?

Maybe it's because his expression is too sullen, Xia Qiao, who knows the inside story, is kind

pain.