Chapter 285

In the night market of Temple Street, the shops and restaurants are all bright, and there are many billboards with the flavor of the times on their heads. This area is the gathering place of big stalls. In front of each stall, there is a local chef stir frying seafood in a big black pot. Winter street, here is still very busy, neon lights around the street flashing bright, crowd surging, stir fry fragrance floating.

Qiao bao'er looks around curiously all the way.

Probably because of her outstanding appearance and her strange clothes tonight, all the customers who pass by the stalls will look at her.

"Pretty girl, would you like to try my charcoal stewed rice All of a sudden, there was a restaurant owner next to her, laughing and shouting at her.

Qiao Baoer stopped and looked around.

She saw that the middle-aged boss with a big belly was very kind-hearted. Although she didn't know what he said, it was said that the fat boss cooked better.

So he nodded.

The tables and chairs in the stalls are open-air outside the street, which makes people more comfortable than the delicacy and formality of star hotels.

All around the seats are full, business is very good, we eat and drink beer, behave very casual, one of the table of a few men do not know what to talk about, they eat fried vegetables, while laughing.

Qiao bao'er looked at them for a long time. She didn't feel right until they looked back at her. She turned awkwardly.

"Have you ever helped a big stall before?"

The owner of the restaurant came up with a menu.

"Our wild food, tableware and benches are clean and qualified, but if you want to make them as clean as a star hotel, you can't do it. You have to eat bacteria all the time. Ha ha ha, the most important thing is to have a good time."

When Qiao bao'er heard what he said, her face turned red and embarrassed.

She can't speak Cantonese, too abstruse also can't understand, but at first she can guess that sentence, he asked her if she hasn't been to the big stall.

In fact, she had patronized the big stalls. At that time, she had just left Qiao's house. Although she was very poor, the new environment also made her feel very novel.

Just now, the reason why I looked at those men was that I suddenly thought that junzhimu would not eat like this in public. Even he didn't laugh very much.

"How many pretty girls are you?"

The restaurant owner's voice interrupted her thoughts. Qiao Baoer's eyes widened slightly. She was a little nervous and embarrassed. Now she really didn't know what he said.

In the face of a wonderful customer, the boss, who is already very familiar with it, smiles gently and points to a suit jacket she is wearing. "Have you ever been with your boyfriend?" Then compare two fingers, "two of you?"

Qiao bao'er subconsciously lowers her head and takes a look at a man's suit jacket she is wearing. This is what she just robbed Lu Qinan of.

"I have another friend who will come later."

Qiao bao'er speaks Putonghua. The restaurant owner is a very cheerful and humorous person. At the beginning, he was worried about her speaking English. They can't learn English. Temple Street is a famous night market in Hong Kong, so foreigners or overseas Chinese living abroad often come here.

Restaurant owners should immediately show their mandarin level.

He patted her on the chest and said to her with a simple and honest smile, "Mao's problem. How many friends have Mao's problem."

Hong Kong people always laugh when they speak Putonghua. Qiao Baoer can't help but smile. The restaurant owner blushes and asks an aunt to clean up an empty table for her.

Qiao bao'er gratefully took over the menu. She could recognize the words, quickly selected several dishes and a signature charcoal pot rice, and sat down to eat.

Next week is Christmas. Now the night wind in December is blowing and the crowd is busy. But she still feels cold and shrinks. Since last time, her health has been much worse.

"Where is Lu Qinan?"

Driven by the wind, she couldn't help complaining in a low voice. She tightened a suit and coat she was wearing and turned to the left.

She frowned. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She always felt that there was a burning look over there. But she looked carefully for a long time, and there was no Lu Qinan.

In that direction, there were not many people passing by. There was only a black Ferrari under the street light.