Uncle Feng's niece's cooking skills are mediocre, no wonder the business is bleak, she should have gone to the restaurant across the street if she knew earlier, Wen Chuo was in a bad mood and even affected her appetite. Eat the rice in the bowl clean, just don't add vegetables.
"Tsk, eat vegetables, you can feel full just by eating white rice, no wonder you're so thin." Wen Chuo frowned, using his chopsticks to pick up half a bowl of vegetables for him, and then half a bowl of rice, a small bowl Heaped into a high mountain, Bai Yang paused, then continued to eat, silent and serious.
Wen Chuo didn't eat, but he didn't bother to leave. He came here purely to catch the air-conditioning and play games against the wall. Uncle Feng glanced at it and knew the reason, but still deliberately joked: "Why, Qian Duoxian is panicking. ? Order a table without chopsticks moving."
Wen Chuo stared at the phone screen, sat with his back against the wall, one leg rested on Bai Yang's knee, and said lazily, "No, it's so unpalatable, I can't bear it."
The restaurant is very small, just a few steps away from the back kitchen. As soon as Wen Chuo finished speaking, a girl with a chef's hat and big eyebrows raised the plastic curtains and walked out: "Who said it was difficult for me to cook? Eat? Who said that?!"
Wen Chuo raised his hand lazily and recognized it as a bachelor: "Me."
The girl was still holding the spatula high. When she saw Wen Chuo who was speaking, she suddenly put down her hand in embarrassment, and placed the spatula on the stove very gently. She took off the chef hat and put it down. Two black braids walked over and sat opposite Wen Chuo: "It's you rascal again, it's my first time to cook, I've been busy with this table for a long time, and you don't say anything. boast."
Liu Mengmeng is interested in Wen Chuo, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it, but it's not uncommon. The big girl who likes Wen Chuo in this street is gone, and she is not inferior to her.
Although Wen Chuo is always scolded as a hooligan, girls like this kind of bad tone, and they will blush when they see him more, but they like it, but no one really intends to marry him, let's not say whether the family agrees or not. , just like his idle look, if he married, he would be poor for the rest of his life.
Lin County is very small, and the people who live here are very realistic. They work hard every day for firewood, rice, oil and salt. In a few years, they can turn a wealthy lady into a street shrew, and a well-educated rich boy can be polished into a local rascal.
It is like Liu Ruoqing in the past, and Wen Chuo today.
"Hey, look at what you said, I spent money on food, not free food. Your first time cooking doesn't make sense to cause me to suffer, but I am a generous person, and I don't care about beauties."
Wen Chuo threw a peanut into his mouth. He was mad, with unruly eyebrows and unruly eyes. Liu Mengmeng heard him compliment her, her ears were quietly red, and she pinched her braid and twisted it around her fingertips. With the shyness of a girl: "You talk too much, Bai Yang is not eating well."
Bai Yang has been eating quietly from beginning to end, and his presence is almost zero. Liu Mengmeng said and looked over, but was caught off guard by his black and white eyes, which were so dark that no light could be seen, and his heart was inexplicably beaten. sudden.
"Who? Bai Yang?" Wen Chuo didn't notice, he laughed, put on Bai Yang's shoulder, and pinched his fair cheeks: "He loves food, he can eat it if you bring it raw. Is it Poplar?"
Bai Yang didn't speak, and stared at him quietly, with no expression on his face. Wen Chuo was in the same mood as Liu Mengmeng at this moment, and his heart was inexplicable, and he let go of him with a smirk.
Bai Yang stood up calmly, and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
There were more than half of the dishes left on the table, and the chopsticks were basically not touched. Liu Mengmeng turned her head and looked over: "Hey, there are no guests today, so you sit and eat more, what's wrong with eating steamed buns every day. "
There was a slight crash of dishes and the rush of water from the kitchen, but no one answered.
Wen Chuo paused for a moment. He looked at the leftover vegetables in the poplar bowl, then looked at the kitchen covered by the plastic curtain, threw away the peanut shells, clapped his hands, and said to Liu Mengmeng, "Look, you cook a lot. It's unpalatable, and the poplars can't eat it anymore."
Liu Mengmeng said angrily, "Impossible!"
Wen Chuo was delighted: "If you don't believe me, just try it yourself."
When the weather is sultry, it is most likely to get sleepy. Uncle Feng is lying on the counter dozing off. Bai Yang is holding a cleaning ball and scrubbing the greasy dishes little by little. Hearing the laughter outside, he has no response, and continues to work with his head down. The next second, the fingertips hurt, and a drop of red blood came out.
The last light blue porcelain plate, a small piece was accidentally knocked off by a guest before the edge, with sharp edges and corners, Bai Yang glanced at it, washed it and put it aside, and then washed off the oil stains on his hands.
The wound was a little long, and the wound was still bleeding, but it was washed away by the water in an instant. At this moment, the plastic curtain in the kitchen rang, and then Bai Yang tightened his waist and was hugged from behind. full of.
Wen Chuo's laughing voice sounded in his ears: "Hey, why didn't you finish the meal, eating steamed buns every day made your stomach less hungry?"
He was more than half a head taller than Bai Yang, and his peach eyes made him laugh badly. It was no wonder that so many big girls were hooked by him.
Bai Yang was still the thin boy he used to look like. He stared at the small pool of blood on the edge of the bowl, then struggled to turn around and pushed the difficult person away.
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows: "Hey, have you lost your temper?"
He couldn't see Bai Yang's temper tantrum. He was gloomy and silent, like a piece of wood. Originally not stupid, he became a real fool. The longest time he ignored him for two months, the cold violence was terrible.
Wen Chuo hugged Bai Yang again, squeezed his chin and kissed him fiercely. Bai Yang struggled to push him away, but Wen Chuo pushed him against the stove and kissed him more and more aggressively. His lips were entangled, and his heart was broken for a moment.
Kissing and kissing, Wen Chuo finally saw the blood on Bai Yang's hand. Although the inch-long wound was not deep, it couldn't hold back the blood flow. He stopped, squeezed Bai Yang's hand and asked, "How did you do it?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that Bai Yang would definitely ignore him, and took out a package of tissues from his trousers pocket. At this moment, Liu Mengmeng's voice sounded outside: "Why is this dish so bad, Wen Chuo? Wen Chuo? Did you run into my kitchen to be poisoned?"
She sprinted over and lifted the plastic curtain, and saw Bai Yang's injured hand at first sight. Most girls are always a little scared of blood, Liu Mengmeng took a step back in fright: "Oh, how did this happen? Does it hurt?"
Wen Chuo let out a sigh: "You don't even give gloves to wash dishes, why are you so poor?"
Liu Mengmeng glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense, the gloves broke yesterday, and I haven't had time to buy new ones. You wait, I'll go upstairs to find the medicine cabinet."
After speaking, he ran out in a hurry, not noticing that Bai Yang's light-colored lips were abnormally red, and there were light tooth marks on it.
After Liu Mengmeng left, there were only the two of them left in the kitchen. It was quiet for a while, Wen Chuo lowered his eyes, pinched Bai Yang's injured hand, and stared at his lips, only to think that the color was magnificent and very beautiful.
Bai Yang's eyelids moved, the eyelashes cast a shadow, there is a kind of coquettishness that does not belong to this age, like a green fruit, sour and sweet, he tilted his head to avoid Wen Chuo's sight, but was pinched jaw.
"do not move… "
Wen Chuo only said two words, then leaned over and kissed him, the corner of his clothes smelled of lavender.
Bai Yang closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, Wen Chuo had already retreated.
Liu Mengmeng came down with the medicine box and helped Bai Yang treat the wound. Wen Chuo glanced at him while disinfecting: "Does it hurt?"
Bai Yang shook his head.
Wen Chuo was happy, although he didn't speak, he managed to take care of himself.
Liu Mengmeng wrapped the gauze, and said, "The wound can't get wet, just leave the bowl, I'll wash it later, Bai Yang, just go and clean the stove."
He said to Wen Chuo again, "Come here to settle the bill, don't want to eat free food!"
After he finished speaking, he opened the curtain and walked outside.
Wen Chuo glanced at Bai Yang, then followed with a smile: "Beauty, it's cheaper, give me a discount, and come to your house to eat in the future."
"Who believes you, there is no truth in your mouth all day long," Liu Mengmeng calculated with a calculator, but in the end she still felt that she was not good at craftsmanship, so she was embarrassed to ask for more, and gave Wen Chuo a 30% discount against Uncle Feng's sleepy eyes. .
More than 100 yuan, not too expensive, Wen Chuo counted 100 for her, Liu Mengmeng saw that he still had a few red notes in his pocket, and said very strangely: "Oh, it's rare, your old man is rare. Money, shouldn't it make a fortune?"
"I will come to your house to eat when I get rich?" Wen Chuo shook the remaining money in his hand and looked at her with his cheeks: "See, I have all my wealth, beauty, if you have pity on me, lend me some money, I will Thank you forever."
Liu Mengmeng rolled her eyes at him: "You flirt every day, and run away after flirting. Whoever believes your nonsense will have no money if you don't borrow it."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows and lit a cigarette, with a meaningful smile on the corner of his mouth. He knew that Liu Mengmeng liked him, but he felt that his liking was too shallow.
Others like him, but it doesn't mean they owe him, borrowing is affection, not borrowing is duty, but in the eyes of Wen Chuo, a person with a crooked root, borrowing is really liking him, not borrowing is liking too much. Fake.
Wen Chuo can deceive Bai Yang into ruining his family with just a few fingers, but he may not be able to deceive Liu Mengmeng with all his might. What is the difference? Probably, in Bai Yang's heart, he is the most important, while in Liu Meng In Meng's heart, there are many things that surpass Wen Chuo.
With smoke lingering, Wen Chuo smiled and asked Liu Mengmeng again: "Beauty, you really don't want to borrow it?"
Liu Mengmeng snorted and walked into the kitchen: "No loan."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows and extinguished the cigarette proudly: "If you don't borrow it, don't borrow it."
Sure enough, Topol was the best for him.
Sometimes I think about it, maybe I will never meet someone like that again in my life.
Wen Chuo walked out the door, but saw Bai Yang picking up the leftovers just now, he couldn't help but stop, stepped back, leaned over to Bai Yang and looked at him carefully without saying a word.
Bai Yang was wiping the table for a while, but Wen Chuo suddenly hooked his finger: "Hey, come here, I'll tell you a secret."
Uncle Feng was behind the counter and saw Bai Yang slowly leaning his head over, while Wen Chuo covered his mouth, bent over and said something in his ear, and then opened the door and went out, the rag in Bai Yang's hand fell off. to the ground.
Uncle Feng asked, "What did that kid tell you?"
"..."
Wen Chuo didn't say anything, he just kissed Bai Yang.
In the afternoon, the sun was no longer as strong as noon. Wen Chuo walked out of the restaurant and happened to meet lightning and they were wandering around the street in groups.
"Hey, Wen Chuo, there's a new game in the Internet cafe, let's try it together, it looks pretty good to me."
Lightning's hair was shaved with only one short layer of stubble left, but he still stubbornly kept the somewhat silly lightning pattern. Wen Chuo jumped on the spot twice, as if moving his bones and thinking, and finally raised his chin: "Go, go to the Internet cafe."
Wen Chuo grew up in Internet cafes since junior high school. He played games every day. He kept several high-level game accounts. When he was short of money, he sold one. When he was short of money, he sold one. Now there is only one left. .
The Internet cafe was smoky, and some powerful people stayed here for half a month without going home. Wen Chuo found a place and found that the keyboard was full of dandruff, the headphones were greasy, and he changed positions with a livid face.
He sat on the computer chair with his legs crossed, and then hung up the number for sale. When someone contacted him, the boss was selling instant noodles, and he patted him: "Hey, hey, feet."
He didn't look down on Wen Chuo's gang, and he raised his eyebrows when he saw them. The charges were a few dollars more expensive than others for a period of time, and the things he sold were all expired food.
Wen Chuo lifted his eyelids and put his legs down.
The boss murmured: "What qualities, seeing you guys are scared, you must have made enemies in your last life."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows: "A father and a son without hatred, do you think I look like your father?"
"Hey!"
Hearing that, the boss put the instant noodles on the table heavily, pointed at Wen Chuo and said, "How did you talk, you little bastard, tell me again if you have the ability!"
Lightning and the others were all beside them. Hearing the words, they all stood up and patted the keyboard: "Oh, you look like our son, what's wrong, didn't you hear clearly?"
"There's nothing wrong with what Wen Chuo said. It's not a father and a son without hatred."
The boss was annoyed, pointed at them and said, "Fuck off! I don't do your business! There are things that are born and taught by mothers!"
Wen Chuo just sold the account, Wen Yan pulled away the chair, expressionless, nodded the boss's head in the air, and walked out under the fearful eyes of the other party, Lightning and the others looked at each other, reacted and followed after. go out.
"Hey, hey, Wen Chuo, what are you going to do? We've paid all the money, so we won't play for nothing."
Wen Chuo rolled over and sat on the railing, a little irritable: "Fuck, no one will play with him."
Lightning scratched his hair, feeling a little depressed: "My "Desperate" has just started, and I stopped before I played, hey!"
The little four-eyed next to him said, "What are you afraid of? You are not the only one. Many people are stuck in the primary level. Even Jiuzang, the anchor who is number one on the hero list, has only cleared the first level now."
"Desperate" is a new shootout game with a high degree of difficulty. The developer has strong financial resources. It has found many well-known anchors to promote it. It has just been launched and it has already swept the public. Unfortunately, many people have not figured out the key points. Off to fold a lot of people.
This game has been popular for a long time in my last life, and Wen Chuo is tired of playing it. Hearing Lightning and the others discussing arrogantly, a thought came to the bottom of my heart. Others won't play "Desperate". Bring a wave, it adds up to a large number...
The more Wen Chuo thought about it, the more feasible it became, but he was stumped by a new problem—he didn't have a computer.
Linxian is a small area, there are only two Internet cafes in total, and it is not a problem to go there every day, you still have to buy a computer of your own, but what should you do if you don’t have enough money
Wen Chuo couldn't help but think of Poplar...
【Ding! Please consciously abide by the law of self-improvement, the violation will deduct the corresponding health points]
Wen Chuo had a headache when he heard the sound of "ding", raised his eyebrows and asked, "Borrowing money, borrowing money is considered a soft meal?!"
[… Others don’t count, you count. 】
Wen Chuo: "Why?"
[Because I don't think you will pay it back]
Wen Chuo: "… "
Wen Chuo was furious, because he really didn't plan to pay it back, took a deep breath, and sneered: "If you borrow some money, your health will be deducted. Have you killed a lot of hosts?"
【… 】
Wen Chuo lit a cigarette: "Tell me, you've had a few lives on your hands, so let me be mentally prepared."
【… Please don’t slander the system gentleman! ! ! 】
Heaven and Earth's conscience, it has always just scare the host, and it has never really deducted their health.
The system feels that its kindness has been slandered.