Chapter 522: Chapter 519
It was still Lu Xiao’s black, long down jacket, with a hat, a scarf, and her little hands tucked into the sleeves, held by Lu Xiao and stuffed into his coat pocket.
The two of them strolled just like locals, looking like the most ordinary couple.
Wen Xian especially liked this feeling—no flashlights, no one chasing after her.
Being able to walk on the streets openly with the person she loved, experiencing this worldly hustle and bustle, what could be more satisfying?
Even though this place was very unfamiliar to her, as long as Lu Xiao was there, everything beca familiar and reassuring.
The cabin was nearly finished now, just lacking a fireplace. Everything had to be sorted out before Lu Xiao was planning to let her move back in.
“Hungry, right? I’ll take you to eat a local breakfast,”
Lu Xiao said, holding her small hand.
Wen Xian kept looking at the vendors around them. Many of the things sold here were frozen goods, seafood, and so on, without any freezers, just displayed out in the open.
But there were also plenty of freshly made breakfast options, like roasted flatbread, hand-pulled noodles, and mixed soup, all around.
As Wen Xian walked, her food cravings were soon provoked, and she shook Lu Xiao’s hand, “I want to eat that.”
Lu Xiao followed her pointing gaze and saw it was the locals’ favorite classic snack, the roasted flatbread.
Wen Xian had never seen such a thing in a place like Shanghai before, only watching as the master first rolled out a piece of dough.
The dough was filled with fragrant minced at. Lastly, the master spun the large dough round, like tossing a handkerchief, and stuck it right onto a large oven.
The large dough clung straight onto the side, steaming and roasting with the scalding heat inside.
Once ready, the roasted flatbread was stuffed into a paper bag, and the buyer couldn’t wait to open the bag and bite off a big chunk.
The rich aroma of at was pervasive.
It made Wen Xian’s mouth water profusely.
When she looked at Lu Xiao again, her eyes filled with a longing for the delicious food, she said in a soft, mushy voice, “Husband…”
Lu Xiao, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, rubbed her head and pressed it into his chest, his voice a touch of elegance, “Alright, let’s buy it.”
“What filling do you want? Beef, mutton, or vegetarian? How about we get two of each?”
She definitely wouldn’t be able to finish them all, but he was used to it—if she couldn’t finish, he would take care of the leftovers.
Upon hearing his words, Wen Xian jumped up and down in the cold air, “at, at, at, I don’t want the vegetarian, I want to eat at.”
Saying this, her little tongue couldn’t help but lick her lips.
Lu Xiao: “…”
His eyes deepened a little.
Placing her in front of him, as they queued, Wen Xian heard Lu Xiao’s voice slowly drop a line:
“You already eat at every day now.”
Wen Xian turned and glared at him, “Nonsense, I don’t eat at every day.”
What, was he starting to scold her for eating too much at?
Lu Xiao looked away, gazed ahead with a serious face, but casually remarked, “Right, I misspoke, it’s just five or six days a month that you don’t eat at.”
“That’s nonsense, are you—”
Wen Xian was about to argue, but when she suddenly saw a hint of teasing flash through his clear eyes, in a mont of realization, the words caught in her throat.
Gradually, her ears turned red.
Looking at him, her gaze beca subtle and her face, covered by the scarf, flushed red.
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