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It was half past five and the time for the library to close. Cheng Wenjin and Wang Bo, who were sitting in the reading room chatting, were unaware of it and chatted excitedly.

Cheng Wenjin hasn't held such a "reading exchange meeting" with others for a long time. Among the seven or eight staff members in the library, she is the one with the highest level of education, and the rest are either technical secondary school students or high school students. Although she works in the library, she never likes to read books. She occasionally reads, either "Stories" or "Sounds". What she and her colleagues can talk about are basically family trivial matters and various gossips about family matters. Cheng Wenjin is not very interested in this.

Her husband Liang Jingquan is a cultural person, but as the husband gets older, he likes Chinese classical culture, "Dream of Red Mansions", "Jin Ping Mei" and so on. Cheng Wenjin doesn't like to read these "feudal dregs". The times are too far away, and the world view and life outlook conveyed in the book are difficult to resonate with her spirit. Moreover, couples over ten years are too familiar with each other and have no sense of freshness. This sense of freshness not only exists in the physical and sexual aspects, but also in spiritual communication. The deep spiritual exchange between the two can be said to be nothing in the years, but some are also similar to the topics that they have developed between their colleagues, such as oil, salt, firewood, rice, sauce, vinegar and tea.

And Wang Bo doesn't need to say anything.

After rebirth, I face anyone, including my son-in-law Li Mingde and the parents of several second-generation officials. Although they are polite and timid on the surface, they do not agree with many of the views expressed by these people. Moreover, these people in the officialdom are interested in work, career, future, and even the major policies of the country, the world situation...whether they are interested in any novel or music.

Two people. One is hard to find a soulmate, the other is hard to find an opponent. As soon as many topics of interest are unfolded, they are endless. The two started chatting with the book "The Great Gatsby" and then talked back to their studies. They fell in love, and Wang Bo's rice noodle shop, and soon returned to the book "The Great Gatsby" again. They then extended to the entire American literature. They were full of interest and talked about it. Until at least a quarter of an hour after the closing time, a staff member in charge could not wait to go home and came up to ask Cheng Wenjin for instructions. The two returned to reality from the hot chat that was nowhere to be around.

"Ah. It's almost six o'clock? Sorry, Xiao Zhang, let's leave now." Cheng Wenjin came to his senses, glanced at the silver watch on his left wrist, and said to the staff in front of him with a little apology.

Wang Bo also pretended to look at the watch, and then pretended to be surprised, and hurriedly stood up and returned the three books to their place.

When Wang Bo left to return bookshelf, Cheng Wenjin wanted to flip through Wang Bo's notebook. After a deep chat with the "little guy" that could be regarded as "heart-to-heart" to some extent, she no longer doubted that the other party was really writing novels. Now she was just interested in the novels she wrote, and wanted to see what kind of works this boy with extraordinary knowledge, extremely intelligent and very precocious maturity could write. Cheng Wenjin hesitated for a long time, and the hand in his heart also stretched out, and finally rationally defeated his emotions. He suppressed his increasingly intense curiosity in his heart.

After returning the book, Wang Bo took his schoolbag from the storage room in the library, walked out of the library with Cheng Wenjin and walked towards the carport.

The winter night comes early, and although it is only six o'clock, the sky outside has dimmed. The sun is completely invisible and has already sunk into the west, leaving only a faint cloud of light. The orange-red afterglow shows its existence to the human world.

They each picked up their bicycles in the carport, and they pushed the cart towards the door of the library. During the afternoon with Cheng Wenjin, Wang Bo was in a state of excitement. Faced with the upcoming separation, he was a little reluctant. He said to Cheng Wenjin beside him:

"Aunt Cheng, it's time for dinner. Why don't we find a place and I'll treat you to a simple meal?"

Wang Bo's invitation surprised Cheng Wenjin. She always invited the younger generation to dinner, and no younger generation would treat her to dinner. Cheng Wenjin was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "You treat me? This is strange. Do you have money?"

Wang Bo invited Cheng Wenjin to dinner but said casually. After saying that, he realized that as a good wife and mother, he had to go home to cook for her husband and daughter after work. How could he "want" with him a little bitch who had no worries? However, Cheng Wenjin's answer made Wang Bo see a hint of possibility, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy. Wang Bo looked at Cheng Wenjin beside him and said proudly:

"Aunt Cheng, you probably don't know that I am like you, but I also earn a salary? I am to be precise. The establishment of the rice noodle shop is related to my advice and guidance. So although I haven't done much after school starts, as the entrepreneurial veteran of the rice noodle shop and the chief designer for future development, I still have a clear conscience to receive a salary equivalent to the store manager."

"What, are you the chief designer of your rice noodle shop? Didn't your rice noodle shop be created by your mother?" Cheng Wenjin said in surprise. She still remembered the poster posted on the wall of the shop when she went to the old "Zengsao Rice Noodle" restaurant for the first time to eat rice noodle. It introduced the origin of "Zengsao Rice Noodle" in Chinese and English. When she saw it, she felt quite fashionable.

"Hehe, Aunt Cheng, please forgive me for being insincere. When I'm having a meal, I'll tell you the story and true origin of the "Sao Zeng Mi Noodles". Is it OK?" Wang Bo smiled.

Cheng Wenjin hesitated a little.

If something had happened at home these days, she would have refused without hesitation. After work, she would go home to cook for her husband and daughter. However, just last Sunday, she and her husband Liang Jingquan had a fight over a trivial matter, and her mother was implicated. She was sad and left Sifang early and took the train to return to the Magic City. As a result, Cheng Wenjin was quite angry with Liang Jingquan and had been in a cold war with each other for the past two days. She used to go home to cook at noon and evening every day, but she changed her past and didn't want to cook anymore. Most of the three meals a day were solved outside. She also told Liang Ya not to go home these days and eat in the school cafeteria for the time being.

If Wang Bo doesn't invite her today, she will probably find a small restaurant just like yesterday and go home after dinner.

"Wang Bo, I'm a little interested in saying this. But there's no need for you to treat you. Although my aunt has no money, she hasn't fallen to the point where she needs a child to treat her. Didn't I say I'd like to treat you to dinner last time? OK, I'll treat you to a simple meal tonight." Cheng Wenjin hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement. It's better to pick up the day than to hit the day. Since I met it today, let's fulfill my promise to this little guy last time. Cheng Wenjin is unwilling to owe anyone favors.

When Wang Bo saw Cheng Wenjin agreeing to have dinner with him, he was overjoyed and wanted to cheer twice on the spot. Who treats him to the next step. Wang Bo immediately said excitedly: "Okay, Aunt Cheng. Can you eat spicy food? If you can eat spicy food, let's go to the beautiful frog fish head hotpot near Jinqiao Hotel. I've eaten there a few times, and the taste is very good."

"Auntie, although I am not a native of Sifang, I have lived in Sifang for more than ten years. Do you think I will eat spicy food?" Cheng Wenjin gave Wang Bo a blank look and said.

"OK, that's great. Then let's go to the east of the city now." Wang Bo raised his hand and snapped his fingers into the sky.

So, the two began to ride their bikes towards the east of the city. The library was in the west of the city and the Jinqiao Hotel was in the east of the city. It took more than ten minutes to ride a bike. The two of them walked and chatted while walking, continuing to read the topics that had not been finished in the room, but they didn't realize that the road was far away.

About a quarter of an hour later, what Wang Bo said about "Red Dragonfly and Beautiful Frog Fish Head Hotpot" arrived. The car was locked on the sidewalk at the entrance of the store. Wang Bo took the lead and led Cheng Wenjin into the store. This was the peak of supper, and the hot pot restaurant was crowded with guests.

A waiter came to greet him, and Wang Bo hurriedly asked if there was still a seat. The waiter said there was no seat in the lobby, and there was still one private room left. Wang Bo immediately asked the waiter to lead the way, and he wanted the private room.

After the two arrived at the private room under the guidance of the waiter, the waiter asked Wang Bo to go to the kitchen to call him the Frog Fish Head.

"Aunt Cheng, please sit first, I'll call the beautiful frog fish head. Do you like to eat more beautiful frogs or more fish heads?" Before calling the scale, Wang Bo asked Cheng Wenjin.

"Everything is OK. You make the decision." Cheng Wenjin said with a smile.

"Okay!" Wang Bo nodded and then left the private room.

Wang Bo went to the kitchen to say that the scale was gone, but Cheng Wenjin, who was sitting in the private room, felt a wave of curiosity in his heart:

How could this boy, the same size as his daughter, be so sensible and well-behaved? His daughter is also obedient and sensible, but when he comes to an adult, when he comes to an occasion like a restaurant, the most normal and natural reaction is probably to wait for the adults to arrange and arrange. He holds chopsticks, knocks on the table, and waits for the delicious food to arrive. How could he be as generous and skillful as this little guy, and take care of the people around him diligently and thoughtfully.

What surprised and puzzled Cheng Wenjin the most was that the other party's words, actions, and actions were all naturally derived from an instinct, and there was no deliberateness or artificiality at all, which meant that this little guy was probably like this in normal times.

Where did he learn this kind of dealing with people, this kind of compassion and arrival?
Chapter completed!