In the evening, a thunderclap and a heavy rain suddenly came.

There are not many customers in the store, and after this rain, I guess there will not be too many customers behind.

It rained all the time, and when Aunt Deng got off work, she didn't see her little girl.

When Meng Wanqiu came in, she came in bravely the rain. She brought an umbrella in the car and got to the Jiangyang store, so she had to walk in the rain.

When Jiang Yang saw Meng Wanqiu's body was wet, his hair was also pressed against his face, and water was dripping.

The parking place where Meng Wanqiu parked was not far from Jiangyang Store, which was only about a hundred meters away, but such a short distance made Meng Wanqiu almost wet.

"Why is it so wet? Don't you bring an umbrella?" Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu smiled and said, "I didn't bring an umbrella, and it was not far away. I didn't expect the rain to be so heavy."

Jiang Yang complained a little: "Why don't you call me? I'll go out to pick you up."

Meng Wanqiu smiled and said nothing.

Jiang Yang took out a bunch of keys and said, "Go upstairs, go take a shower first, I'll find you clothes to change."

As he said that, Jiang Yang took Meng Wanqiu upstairs.

"This is the bathroom, this is hot water. This is my room, and the hair dryer is here. I don't have girls' clothes here. Let's wear my clothes first." Jiang Yang said all the way.

Meng Wanqiu smiled and looked around curiously, as if she was very curious about the environment in which Jiangyang lives.

Jiang Yang searched for a while before finding out a few pieces of clothes and pants.

"You try it yourself later. That piece of clothing is suitable. You can see if you can wear pants?" Jiang Yang said.

"By the way, I have a new one here for the shower veil, so you can use it. The washing machine is here, and you can throw the wet clothes in and wash it." Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu just kept nodding and obediently listened to Jiang Yang's arrangements.

"Then I'll go downstairs first." Jiang Yang said, leaving the upstairs as if he was running away.

Meng Wanqiu looked at Jiang Yang's slightly embarrassed back and couldn't help but laugh.

This smile is really spring and snow melts.

Unfortunately, Jiangyang didn't see it.

...

There are not many customers at the bottom of the building, and Jiangyang is not busy either.

He sat behind the counter, waiting for Meng Wanqiu to come down.

Time passed little by little, and the rain gradually stopped.

The customer in the store saw it and hurriedly left. Who knew that it would not fall after the rain. Now if he didn't stop and leave, what if he got up again and couldn't leave later?

Jiang Yang looked at the sky and was not ready to continue business. He pulled down the roller shutter door and closed.

Just as the roller shutter door was pulled down, Meng Wanqiu walked down.

She chose a white T-shirt, which looked very big on her body, and the underside of the clothes was like a skirt.

The lower body is a pair of sweatpants. Even the smallest sweatpants are still a bit big when Meng Wanqiu wears them.

This is the difference between the size of men and women. Even if Jiang Yang has systematic support and his figure is very standard, his clothes are still a little bigger for Meng Wanqiu.

The wide T-shirt covers Meng Wanqiu's delicate figure, but it has a surprising beauty.

Meng Wanqiu saw Jiang Yang looking at him with a strange look and smiled embarrassedly.

"The clothes are big, isn't they good to wear?" Meng Wanqiu said,

Jiang Yang quickly shook his head and said, "It's not good-looking, how could it be bad-looking!"

"No, it looks pretty good." Jiang Yang said.

"Is that so? That's good." Meng Wanqiu seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The two of them suddenly became silent, their eyes met, and a subtle atmosphere appeared.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... Jiang Yang finally lost.

"I'll serve you a bowl of ginger soup." Jiang Yang went to the kitchen as if he ran away.

Meng Wanqiu covered her mouth and laughed secretly.

After a while, Jiang Yang came out with a bowl of ginger soup.

"I just got wet with the rain, so I drank a bowl of ginger soup to warm my body." Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu nodded slightly: "Yes."

The bowl was a little hot, Meng Wanqiu gently held it in his hand, his eyes soft.

"Be careful, hot." Jiang Yang reminded.

"Um."

Meng Wanqiu lowered her head, blew gently, and took a small sip.

The hot is very hot, Meng Wanqiu's heart is very warm.

In fact, it’s enough to take a shower when it rains. There’s no need for ginger soup or something. After all, it’s still hot this day.

But at this time, no one thought about whether this ginger soup should be drunk.

...

"Oh! Look at my brain, I haven't asked you what you eat yet." Jiang Yang slapped his head.

Meng Wanqiu smiled and said, "Just eat something casually, I'm not picky about food."

"Okay OK, okay, I'll go to the kitchen to have a look." Jiang Yang said, and got up and went to the kitchen.

After a while, Jiang Yang walked out with a wry smile.

"Or... let's order takeout?" Jiang Yang said.

"What's wrong?" Meng Wanqiu was a little confused.

"The ingredients left today are very messy and it's hard to make dishes." Jiang Yang said.

Meng Wanqiu tilted her head and looked at the drizzle that started to get off the outside again.

Suddenly, I thought of something.

"Jiangyang, there is a balcony upstairs." Meng Wanqiu asked.

Jiang Yang was stunned. What did the food have to do with the balcony? But he still nodded.

"Or, let's eat hot pot, use the remaining ingredients and put them in a large basket, and don't sort them. Then go to the balcony on the second floor to eat, pick up whatever you want to eat to boil, and eat hot pot while watching the rain. How about it?" Meng Wanqiu clapped his hands, as if he was proud of his ability to think of this wonderful idea.

Jiang Yang couldn't quite understand why Meng Wanqiu was so excited.

There is nothing special about eating hot pot, and you can watch the rain when you eat downstairs, why do you have to go upstairs to eat?

Out of survival instinct, Jiang Yang still didn't ask the question.

However, he asked another question: "But... there is no hot pot base, will it be too late to stir-fry now?"

"Don't have hot pot base, let's eat clear soup hot pot. Although the bottom of the pot tastes a little light, we can mix oil dishes to eat." Meng Wanqiu said.

When Jiang Yang heard this, he was unwilling to let go and said, "I'll make a bottom of the soup."

Meng Wanqiu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The bottom of the soup pot is not difficult to make.

There are two most common types of clear soup pot in Rongcheng, one is tomato soup pot and the other is mushroom soup pot. Of course, there are other pot pots, which are the characteristics of each company.

Among the remaining ingredients in Jiangyang, there are some fungi.

I made a mushroom soup pot.

...

On the second floor, on the balcony, the induction cooker was working diligently, and the pot above was steaming with a "guru" heat.

The two sat face to face, with a dustpan next to it, and there was a hodgepodge inside, with all kinds of dishes.

Without sorting the ingredients, put the remaining ingredients in the dustpan.

What you want to eat is like hunting for treasures, looking for ingredients. After finally finding something you like to eat, Meng Wanqiu smiled like a child.

The rain...was very small, and it seemed that I had exhausted my strength before.

No matter what weather, the rain always brings a hint of coolness.

Looking at the steaming hot pot of "Gulugulu", Meng Wanqiu opposite was excited to show off the ingredients she found like Jiang Yang.
Chapter completed!