Chương 28: Lin Zhou: "Do I have to tell you even though I'm only 23?"

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The live chat exploded instantly.

He stood up.

"Is the 'Three-Second King' really going?"

"The lock-picking master was provoked."

"He drank half a bottle of beer; alcohol emboldens even the most timid."

He walked up behind the beautiful woman.

He reached out his hand.

He patted the beautiful woman on the shoulder.

Lin Zhou walked up behind the woman, reached out, and gently patted her shoulder.

The sweatshirt fabric is very soft; when you press your fingertip against it, it sinks in slightly.

"Hello beautiful, my name is Lin Zhou. Can I add you on WeChat?"

The woman turned her head.

Her short hair was tucked behind her ears, and she had a small mole on her earlobe.

The eyebrows weren't drawn on, but the thickness was just right.

The eyes aren't deliberately wide open and round, but rather have a natural curve.

The jawline is a clean arc from the base of the ear to the chin.

She looked at Lin Zhou, her lips pursed, and the natural curve of her mouth slightly curved.

It wasn't a laugh. It was a knowing "I knew it was you" kind of understanding.

Su Wan.

She was dressed casually.

It wasn't a police uniform; it was a dark gray hoodie and jeans.

But her gaze was exactly the same as when she wore her police uniform—that faint look, as if she were looking at someone who had finished giving a statement and then turned back from the police station entrance.

She leaned back in the plastic chair, holding a skewer of chicken wings in her hand, half of the wing tip bitten off.

She looked at Lin Zhou, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Speak," she said.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

Lin Zhou's hand was still hanging in mid-air.

Maintain the gesture of patting someone on the shoulder.

Smoke from the barbecue restaurant drifted over from the grill and rose between him and Su Wan.

A woman peeling garlic at the next table looked up at them, then lowered her head and continued peeling.

The comments section went crazy.

He's completely gone mad.

"Officer Su"

"Officer Su, Officer Su, Officer Su"

"Three-Second King patted Officer Su on the shoulder and said, 'Hello, my name is Lin Zhou, can I add you on WeChat?'"

"He's trying to flirt with Su Wan."

Su Wan: Speak up. Why aren't you saying anything?

"The lock-picking master's hand was still hanging in mid-air."

"His hand is still not down."

"Officer Su looks amazing in civilian clothes."

"She was holding a chicken wing in her hand, with half the wing tip bitten off. She was really eating barbecue after get off work."

"The boast that the 'Three-Second King' just made is now stuck in his throat."

"The lock-picking king's ears are more honest than his mouth; his ears turned red last time at Crescent Moon."

Lin Zhou finally lowered his hand.

With his hands hanging by his side, his fingers twitched, as if he wanted to erase the gesture of patting someone's shoulder from his timeline.

"Officer Su," he said.

Su Wan put the chicken wings down.

He pulled a tissue from the box on the table and wiped his fingers. The movement was slow.

After wiping, fold the tissue in half and place it next to the plate.

Then she looked up at Lin Zhou.

"sit."

Lin Zhou pulled out the chair opposite her and sat down.

The plastic chair legs scraped against the concrete floor.

He brought his beer and skewers from the next table.

The iron plate was placed in the middle of the table, and the beer mugs were placed next to it.

Su Wan watched him carry plates and move beer.

He didn't speak until he was seated.

"What did you just say? Add me on WeChat?"

Lin Zhou picked up his beer glass and took a sip.

"... Just kidding."

"oh."

Su Wan picked up the skewer of chicken wings from her plate and continued eating.

She eats quietly, taking a bite, chewing, swallowing, and then speaking.

"Do you usually act like this when you see women on the street?"

"no."

Lin Zhou put down his beer glass.

"This is the first time."

"He patted me on the shoulder the first time."

"He drank half a bottle of wine."

Su Wan looked at him.

I glanced at it for about two seconds.

Then she reached for her bottle of beer—Lin Zhou hadn't noticed that she also had a bottle on her table, which was already half-empty.

She raised the wine bottle and clinked it against Lin Zhou's glass.

The glass bumped against the glass, making a soft sound.

"drink."

Lin Zhou picked up his cup.

The two of them each took a sip.

Su Wan put down the bottle, the bottom of which tapped on the table.

She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"You rejected Lao Zhou today."

It is not a question.

Lin Zhou nodded.

Why?

"I can't sit still."

Su Wan didn't say anything.

She picked up the bottle and took another sip.

She put down the bottle.

"When Lao Zhou came back, he stood in the office for a long time. He picked up his enamel mug and put it down again and again."

She looked at Lin Zhou.

"He wasn't angry. He just felt it was a pity."

The owner of the barbecue restaurant called out from behind the grill.

"The eggplant is ready!"

The iron plate was brought out, with the roasted eggplant cut in half, topped with minced garlic and chili, and the oil still sizzling.

The boss put the iron tray on the table, glanced at Lin Zhou, then at Su Wan, and turned to leave.

Lin Zhou picked up his chopsticks and removed the minced garlic from the eggplant.

I didn't eat.

He placed his chopsticks on the edge of the iron plate and looked up.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, let's not talk about this anymore."

He pushed the iron plate towards Su Wan.

"eat."

Su Wan pursed her lips.

It's not the angry sneer, it's the kind of sneer that says, "Fine, you said you don't want to talk anymore, so be it."

His mouth twitched slightly to one side, but he quickly corrected it.

She picked up a skewer of chicken wings and took a bite.

She crunched on the cartilage at the wing tip.

Lin Zhou picked up the beer bottle, filled his own glass, and then filled Su Wan's glass as well.

The foam rose to the rim of the cup, and he lowered his head to take a sip.

"Officer Su, how's your alcohol tolerance?"

Su Wan put the skewer of the chicken wings down.

She looked at Lin Zhou, her eyes brightening briefly in the dim light of the barbecue restaurant.

Then she chuckled.

It wasn't a laugh, but a hushed tone that said, "You're insulting me by asking this question."

"I've never been drunk. Don't worry."

She picked up her glass, took a sip, and wiped the beer foam off her upper lip with the back of her hand.

"My dad's from Northeast China. Is that all?"

Lin Zhou was relieved.

He picked up his glass and clinked it against Su Wan's.

The glass bumped against the glass, making a soft sound.

"Okay. Drink."

The two started drinking.

Lin Zhou ordered ten skewers of beef tendon and two skewers of kidney.

Su Wan added a serving of grilled chives and two grilled buns.

The iron plate was still sizzling when it was skewered, and oil splattered onto the table.

Su Wan picked up a grilled leek, and skillfully used her chopsticks to peel the whole leek off the skewer.

The way she eats chives is different from how she eats chicken wings.

When eating chicken wings, you take a bite and chew it, but when eating chives, you stuff the whole stalk into your mouth, puff out one cheek, chew it a couple of times, and then swallow it.

Lin Zhou watched as her cheeks puffed up and then deflated.

He took a sip of his drink.

The bullet comments have started counting.

"Officer Su, this is your third drink."

"The Locksmith King's Third Cup"

"Su Wan's way of eating chives is very Northeastern."

"She just said she's never been drunk before, so it seems she can really hold her liquor."

"Three-Second King, don't worry too much."

People who can hold their liquor generally don't say, "I've never been drunk before." People who say that usually...

"Shut upstairs, stop babbling."

Half an hour later.

The table was piled high with skewers.

The oil in the iron pan solidified into a white solid, and the chili powder and cumin seeds settled at the bottom of the pan.

The number of empty wine bottles increased from two to six, and then to eight.

Lin Zhou's beer glass had been refilled three times.

The cup in front of Su Wan was also empty.

She rested her chin on one hand and scribbled something on the table with the other.