Li Qing, now somewhat worldly, could hold his ground in situations like this.
If it had been before, when Tang Rou just acted that way, he would've hesitated for only two seconds at most, with not even a hint of rejection in his mind, and he would've definitely disarmed himself and pressed forward.
Especially since Tang Rou was attractive and had a nice figure, and was a delicate new bride to boot.
There really was no reason to refuse.
Shaking his head in thought, Li Qing walked back to the small shop, stepping through the dim moonlight.
At this time, the barbecue stalls were at their busiest, with the bubbling noise of people's voices and clinking drinks carrying from afar.
Greeting the familiar villagers as he went, Li Qing walked into the shop.
Qin Wenjun was still stringing skewers by the handful. It was a busy night, and she was a little overwhelmed, barely keeping up on her own.
Li Qing brought over a small stool and sat down to help Qin Wenjun with the skewers.
