There are really few good days in Beijing.

During the past few days I came to study, I have been gloomy and not smog, but I can’t see the sun in the end, like a resentful old man.

This kind of weather really made me feel uncomfortable, and I soon missed the warm sunshine and azure blue weather in the coastal area.

It is rare to wake up early this morning and find that the sky is actually clear. The golden sunshine shines in from outside the window, making the whole world suddenly become bright and warm.

I am in a good mood. After washing up, I am going to go downstairs to have breakfast.

As soon as I got off the floor, I saw Linda standing in the hotel yard, staring at the flowers in the flower bed in a daze.

She wore a pair of tight jeans and a pair of tan Martin boots, which made her legs look particularly long. She wore a thin black windbreaker on her upper body and her long hair hanged down like a waterfall.

Most of the time I saw her, she was elegant and sexy dresses and other clothes. I had never seen her dress like this neutral, but the effect was good and it was still beautiful, but it was just another special temperament.

I walked over and looked at her for a long time, but found that she was in a daze and didn't notice me coming.

"What's wrong? Have you met the flower fairy?" I asked.

She then realized and looked at me, "Fairy Fairy didn't meet, the sloppy King met one."

"Who is the sloppy king?" I said, "As long as my temperament and image are in the comics, I am the Arab prince at the most?"

"A prince of the UAE?" she laughed, "Then I say, Prince, can you pull your noble trouser chain up?"

I looked down and found that the trouser chain was not pulled. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I quickly pulled it up and laughed, "I did not take my servants in this private visit. This kind of thing is usually done by the servants."

"I really didn't realize you were so poor," she said, "It's not the same as what I think."

"Then what do you think I am?" I asked.

"At least...be more serious?" she said.

"Have you never heard of it? The more unfair a person can be, the more affectionate he can be." I said.

"Can you talk about some nutritious topics? Can you take this kind of lies made up on the Internet seriously?" she said.

"Talk about nutritious things, right?" I said, "Okay, then tell me first, where did we see them?"

"It's even less nutritious." She said helplessly, "Can you stop asking this every time you see me?"

"But you don't tell me every time. If you tell me, I won't ask you anymore." I said.

"It's good to keep a little mysterious." She smiled, "Just pretend I don't know you."

"How can that work?" I said, "If one day a man as handsome as me suddenly broke into your life, and knew your name and your life, but you couldn't remember where you had seen him, wouldn't you be curious?"

"I'm not curious." she said.

"Why?"

"If it's a handsome man, I might be curious," she said. "But if it's a handsome man like you, what's so curious about?"

"you……"

She giggled, "Let's go, I'm hungry. Can Your Highness the Prince enjoy his face and have breakfast with the folk girl?"

"You can think about it, if you can tell me who you are..."

Before I finished speaking, she had already left, so I hurriedly followed her out.

"What to eat?" she asked me.

“Anything is OK.”

I don’t care much about breakfast. For my slim, breakfast is just something to eat before lunch, so it doesn’t matter what you eat.

However, she has a special status and a precious body. The petite ladies from rich families probably have a grand breakfast, and they probably won’t treat breakfast as sloppy as I do.

But unexpectedly, she found a breakfast shop and sat down, and said to the guy, "I want a bowl of bean juice and a scorched circle. Are your pickles free, right?"

"Pickles are free," the guy said.

"That's better, come a piece of cake," she said.

I was stunned, "Eat this here?"

She looked up at me, "Don't you just eat this when you come to Beijing? What does Your Highness want to eat? You don't want to eat the specialty roasted lamb head in your hometown, right?"

The guy next to him laughed.

"If you go out and follow the customs of the countryside, just overcome it." She said.

"I want to have a roasted suckling pig." I said angrily.

After a while, her soy sauce and scorched circles came up, and of course, there was a small pickle.

I swear, I still have a high acceptance of food from all over the world, but I can't stand this soy sauce. Although it is a famous Beijing food, I have tried it several times and it is hard to accept it. The soy sauce is still good, but the soy sauce is really unacceptable. I always feel that there is a smell of water brushing the pot.

But Linda's food is particularly delicious, and I plan to give it a try, what if the things I've eaten before are not authentic?

But as soon as I put in my mouth, I still felt like I was deceived. After taking a few sips, I put down the spoon.

Kelinda ate very deliciously and finished it soon. She also ate all the pickles she gave and asked me, "Don't you... don't you eat your pickles?"

I pushed her, "Eat whatever you want, I'll treat you to it, and I'll take care of it."

She was really not polite, and she cleaned it up in a while.

This surprised me, "Wow, you are also a bourgeoisie after all, why do you like to take such a little advantage? If you don't have free pickles, don't you eat them here?"

"Of course." she said.

"Wow, should you take advantage of it so directly?"

"My grandpa told me," she said.

"Does the ancestors take advantage of the love?" I smiled.

"You don't understand this, right? This is not a favourite." She said, "This is the experience my grandfather passed on to me. It is a restaurant where eating bean juice in Beijing and pickles are not free. It must not be delicious and the taste is definitely not authentic."

"This thing is authentic or not, don't it all taste the same? It's so bad anyway, is there any difference?" I said.

"You don't understand the beauty of many things," she said. "The first time I think it's not delicious, but if you eat too much, you may be unable to do without it."

"False theory."

"Your Highness," she said, pointing to her watch, "Look at the time, I'm almost late. Why don't you check out quickly?"

"Why should I check out?"

"Whoever eats slowly will pay the bill," she said.

"This is also what your grandfather taught you?" I said.

"So what?" she smiled.

"It's indeed my ancestors who have inherited my love to take advantage of it," I said.

...

Although we were already rushing, when we rushed to the classroom, we found that we were still late.

And the teacher's punishment method is still the same, performing a show.
Chapter completed!