Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: There Are Three Words I Want to Say to You (1)
In a small alley outside the night market, the two finally found a small bar, with dim lighting and old-fashioned decor. A very old love song was playing on the speakers, which perhaps had been used for too long, and a slight static noise permeated the sound quality...
However, this didn’t affect the pair’s mood. Moving to a table in the corner, Chongchong took the large bags from Andre and settled them on the sofa beside her. Together, they took their seats.
The waitress quickly walked over, asking what they wanted to drink.
"Is there anything special?" Chongchong asked.
The waitress handed over a flyer with a smile, "It’s the weekend, you two can order a couple’s combo for thirty percent off the original price."
A couple’s combo?
Chongchong and Andre exchanged a glance, "Should we order the combo?"
"Sure." Andre replied with a smile.
So, the two ordered a small couple’s snack combo, along with two pitchers of beer.
Soon, the snacks and beer were served in succession. The snacks consisted of several small treats and fried snacks. Because it was the couple’s combo, it came with a red rose.
Chongchong looked at the plate served and couldn’t help but chuckle, "There’s even a rose!"
Andre leaned over, nudging the plate toward her direction, his fingertips brushed the rose stem, hesitated a moment, then picked the flower up from the plate and held it out to her.
Chongchong looked up in surprise, gazing at the rose that was held out to her, "For me?"
"Borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha!" Andre said in Chinese.
Chinese and English are completely different language systems. When Andre was learning Chinese, he put in quite a lot of effort. Later, he started to enjoy Chinese. In this language, there are many words that are extremely simple yet deeply meaningful.
When he was with Chongchong, he preferred to use this language.
Of course, he claimed he was just practicing his Chinese, though he actually harbored a little secret in his heart.
If it were in French, Italian... perhaps many people around could understand, but not Chinese. Their classmates and those around them mostly couldn’t understand, allowing their conversations to become private.
The feeling was as if she was speaking only to him, belonging to him alone.
"You used that idiom well!"
Chongchong reached out her fingers, cautiously taking the rose he offered, bringing it close to her nose, sniffing gently. The rose was an ordinary red rose, carrying a sweet floral fragrance.
She extended her fingertip, but retracted it before touching the petals, carefully placing the rose in the small vase on the table, reaching for the large beer mug on the table.
"Come on, let’s drink!"
Andre also picked up his mug, clinking it gently with hers.
"To the future King."
She smiled at him, bringing the mug to her mouth, took a big sip. The beer was intense upon entry, with a stimulating flavor. She swallowed with a slight frown, and the malt aroma spread between her lips and teeth.
Sipping on her lips, Chongchong looked at the mug in her hand with a bit of surprise.
"This beer... is special, a bit like the apple malt beer we had in Congo, but stronger, wilder."
Because it’s a rough brewed beer, carrying a primitive rugged charm. Precisely because of this, the malt aroma stands out as particularly rich.