The afternoon coffee shop, with gentle ethereal light music drifting through, winter sunlight lightly spilled, a cat lazily squinting on the window terrace, enjoying the warmth.
Cheng Su gently stroked the cat’s neck, occasionally brushing its fur, while supporting her chin with one hand, gazing at the man across who was sipping coffee, a smile appearing on her face.
"What are you smiling at?" Qi Taiguo put down the cup and asked.
"Watching you drink coffee looks like torture, it just makes me want to laugh." Cheng Su chuckled.
There was a small coffee shop near their apartment downstairs, though small, it was cozily decorated. After shopping for groceries, with some spare time, they weren’t in a hurry to go upstairs, so they came to this shop to enjoy the stillness and the rare world of just the two of them.
"This stuff is too bitter, how can you love drinking it? I think tea is better, foreign devils’ things really aren’t suitable for me." Qi Taiguo frowned and said.
Cheng Su suddenly recalled years ago on her birthday, their first time in a Western restaurant, he also said these words, and couldn’t help but laugh again.
In the blink of an eye, several years had passed.
"You’re still laughing." Qi Taiguo pulled her hand and playfully bit it.
"Don’t you remember? Years ago eating Western food, you also said things like this! You even said you weren’t full and made me cook noodles for you at home. You country bumpkin, no progress at all over the years! This is called trendiness, you know?" Cheng Su said with a smile.
Qi Taiguo remembered too, saying: "Trendy my foot. I just like our traditional taste." He suddenly reached out and pinched her cheek: "Also, who are you calling a country bumpkin? Aren’t you the country bumpkin’s wife!"
Cheng Su giggled: "I’m the sophisticated one!"
Qi Taiguo patted her head, seeing no one around, leaned over to kiss her.
Watching him lean over, Cheng Su’s heart pounded, puckering her mouth and closing her eyes, but after a long while, the expected warmth didn’t arrive, prompting her to open her eyes.
Only to see him paused midair, suppressing laughter, seeing her open her eyes, he burst into laughter, pointing at her: "What are you doing? Who wanted to kiss you?"

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