A red BMW drove into the parking line on the side of the road and walked down a blond and blue-eyed Western European woman. Mrs. Smith wore the unchanging career suit, but changed into a milky white sweater and a dark red dress. She had another charm in her maturity. She could dress like this at the age of fifty, which was very charming. Liao Xuebing seemed to be able to feel the principal in the bushes swallowing hard.

"Madam, I'm here." Liao Xuebing chuckled and waved to him.

Mrs. Smith was very satisfied with the beautiful environment that Zhuque Street brought. She really brought a novel to the journalist, exchanged a few greetings and ordered a cup, and the two talked about British words. Unfortunately, Lao Liao knew nothing about foreign things. He used the basic knowledge of high school Chinese materials to talk nonsense about the relationship between the family teacher and the hostess in "Red and Black", and then explained the origin of the Mid-Autumn Festival, trying to drag his wife's ideas to traditional Chinese culture.

There were not many guests in the cafe in the afternoon, and the room was very quiet. They whispered and the atmosphere was very harmonious. What Liao Xuebing was most reluctant to talk about work during the rest period, while his wife wanted to enjoy this afternoon, and neither of them mentioned the school in a word.

The cell phone hidden in the pocket vibrated, and it was seen that the frequency was a message from my brother Nan. They had already arranged it, so they were waiting for the principal to appear.

Liao Xuebing secretly reached under the table and called the principal, and then hung up immediately - this was the code they had made an appointment in the morning - then turned his head out the window to talk about the origin of the big red lanterns hanging under the eaves and the symbolic significance of traditional culture, in order to guide the wife's sight smoothly.

"I'm sorry, I'll go to the bathroom," the lady stood up and said, "What? It was the critical moment when the audience was not present? If the two of them were staggered, the previous careful layout would be in vain. Liao Xuebing couldn't come up with any bad idea to delay time, and watched her leave her seat.

A figure had already stood up in the bushes opposite, and walked towards the Marbruce Cafe. Liao Xuebing was very anxious and hurriedly called him, but the principal thought that Xiao Liao was urging him to go over quickly. He reached into his pocket and hung up the phone and continued to walk forward with great pride, just about to reach the crosswalk.

"You are so anxious to walk, beware of a car hitting you to death!" Lao Liao cursed. From the reflection of Qianluo's glass curtain wall, the principal could not see everything in the cafe. He thought Lao Liao had mastered the situation and rushed on the road anxiously, both excited and nervous.

Fortunately, the green light left, and the traffic flowed through the crowd, separating the principal on the other side of Zhuque Street. The traffic light was switched once every thirty seconds. Liao Xuebing had to pray that his wife would not be constipated and could solve the problem within thirty seconds.

You can already see Nandi through the glass, Piaotian Wenxue-Yan, why don’t we invite him to have a cup of coffee." Liao Xuebing said as he walked out. The two of them cooperated. When they met, they naturally had a hypocritical greeting: "Principal!" "Ah, it's you boy, why are you here?" "Mrs. Smith and I are inside, let's go in for a cup of tea together!"

The principal greeted his wife and sat next to Liao Xuebing. He was speechless for a moment and was extremely uncomfortable sitting in the place where he felt very uncomfortable. He was eager to open up the situation and smiled and said, "Madam, do you like drinking coffee too?" It was almost nonsense, but there was nothing to say except this sentence at present.

"The British have the habit of having afternoon tea, and I am no exception. Mr. Principal, how are you preparing for the November midterm exam?"

"The teaching and research group has several different opinions on the sentencing selection of this exam, and it has not been decided yet, but I believe it will be resolved soon, so you can rest assured."

The two of them talked about work as soon as they met, and they were bored and monotonous. Liao Xuebing deliberately yawned loudly and said, "Mr. Principal, where are you going to enjoy the moon tonight?"

The principal woke up and said, "Madam, Chinese traditional culture cannot be missed. There are many activities such as burning pagodas at night, setting up sky lanterns, dancing fire dragons, tree Mid-Autumn Festival, and walking on the moon. Let me accompany you to watch it?"

A bunch of love that I had never heard of before attracted Mrs. Smith's attention: "It sounds interesting. Is the fire dragon dancing like the one played on TV and the group danced with a cloth dragon?"
Chapter completed!