Chapter 181: Sweet kiss (3)

When the kiss was over, not only on the barrage, but also a few people on the

scene, including the film crew, were all exclaimed except for the thin words.

She also took down the poster: "How about this?"

The man's face instantly burst into red, and he nodded.

Xia Siyu also put a "TIP" (please give a tip) sign to the man's side. The man

opened his wallet and stuffed her dinner plate with ten euros.

The smile on Xia Siyu's face was even stronger: "Thank you for your patronage.

Are there any other requests? I can mention anything else."

After speaking, he passed the "TIP" sign forward.

Bo Yan frowned slightly, as he was about to say something, suddenly he saw Xia

Siyu next to him, and turned to Nunu, the woman over there, with a face that

made him "sell him".

...

In any case, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu's part-time job today can be regarded as a

successful completion. Not only did I overfulfill the task, but I also

received a lot of tips. Especially the last Chinese couple, in addition to

packing away all the cakes, they also gave a tip of 50 euros.

After finishing work, they have not eaten yet, and they are reluctant to spend

the hard-won part-time work expenses. They only rely on the tip money to go to

a small family restaurant.

This restaurant is located in the corner of the small town, if no one brings

it, it is probably hard to find. Xia Siyu walked along the streets with Bo

Yan, up the stairs behind a building, and quickly arrived at this restaurant.

It's almost nine o'clock and closes, the restaurant is small, but there are a

lot of people inside. It was not convenient for them to come in for the

camera, so they had to wait at the door.

Xia Siyu and the others are the last guests. The shop manager is an old man in

his sixties and seventies, with a big beard and unsmiling. As soon as the menu

was on, Xia Siyu glanced at it and ordered several dishes casually, and asked

Bo Yan, he said: "You help me order, I haven't been here, I don’t understand.

Order something different, share and eat ."

Xia Siyu ordered a few more dishes. While waiting, Bo Yan pretended to be

playing with her mobile phone, but was actually looking at her.

It can be felt that she is very relaxed now, and it shouldn't be just because

the camera and the program crew did not follow.

Maybe it has something to do with Sicily and the place where she once lived.

When they were in love in college, he had heavy homework, and he had to be a

tutor's assistant (assistant teacher), to help the tutor with some chores, and

sometimes even to substitute for lessons. The time we were together was very

short. Now that I think about it, I haven't even arranged a serious

candlelight dinner together.

It was served soon. There are pasta, seafood soup, seafood platter, and their

daily snacks, Sicilian rice balls. The so-called Sicilian rice * are foods

made by deep-fried rice * with ham, bacon and tomato sauce. Bo Yan noticed

that she didn't eat much pasta and seafood, but she kept eating Sicily. This

kind of food is high in calories, but she never gets tired of it.

Three servings. Soon, Xia Siyu finished her own share and was still coveting

his share. Bo Yan glanced at her faintly, first finished his other meals, and

then swallowed one without hesitation, and then another.

Finally there was one left. He drank a bowl of soup, then put down the soup

spoon and wiped his mouth gracefully with a tissue.

When he lowered his head again, the cheeks of someone on the opposite side

were bulging, and the remaining rice ball had disappeared.