rogs and fish heads. Would you rather eat more frogs or fish heads?” Wang Bo asked Cheng Wenjin before weighing.
“It’s okay. 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 weigh himself, but Cheng Wenjin, who was sitting in the private room, felt a wave of curiosity in her heart:
How could this boy who is the same size as his own daughter be so sensible and well-behaved? My daughter is also obedient and sensible, but when she is with adults and comes to an occasion like a restaurant, the most normal and natural reaction is to wait for the adults’ arrangements and arrangements, hold her chopsticks, and knock on the food. Sitting on the table, waiting for the arrival of delicious food, there is no one like this little guy, who is generous and skillful, looking after the people around him diligently and thoughtfully.
What surprised and puzzled Cheng Wenjin the most was that every word, action, and action of the other party was natural, almost out of instinct, without any deliberateness or artificiality at all, indicating that this little guy was probably like this usually.
Where did he learn this kind of hospitality, this kind of consideration and courtesy?
Cheng Wenjin put her hands on her face and fell into deep thought.
Considering that there were only two of him and his “mother-in-law”, Wang Bo only weighed four kilograms of beautiful frogs and a two kilograms fish head. The four-pound frog looks like a lot, but because it is a live frog, only half of it is left after the skin and belly are removed. And stores that sell it now by scale usually do some tricks on the scale. If you can actually eat it, it would be good if it weighs one pound and eight.
Although she only interacted with the other party for two or three hours, with a kind of female intuition, she felt that she had found her “prison friend”, a 17-year-old friend.
Returning to the private room, Wang Bo asked Cheng Wenjin what he wanted to drink. Cheng Wenjin wanted to see Wang Bo’s arrangements, so she said it was optional.
“Okay!” Cheng Wenjin smiled and nodded.
While waiting for the food to be served, Wang Bo thought that Liang Ya had told his mother that she studied at Sichuan Music University, so he changed the topic to music. Cheng Wenjin is a student majoring in music. When she was at Sichuan Music School, she was excellent in both morals and academics. She was like a goddess. Although she has been away from school for many years, her love for music has never stopped.
“Do you like listening to music, Wang Bo?” Cheng Wenjin asked.
“Yeah. I prefer classical music and modern pop music, some rock and roll, and some folk songs. I can’t listen to jazz, blues and the like.” Wang Bo said.
“Haha, jazz and blues have a certain threshold for appreciation. Many people find it unpleasant to listen to. It’s normal not to appreciate it. What do you usually listen to?” ”
Classical piano music, such as those played by Richard Clayderman “For Ali