The man who always said one thing, directly called Su Xingchen and said, "The sun is so bright now, be careful of heat stroke on the mountain."
Hearing the low and deep voice caring about himself, Su Xingchen froze for a moment, then looked at the still fierce sun, and said honestly, "No, the sun was even fiercer at noon, but it's much better now."
Yu Fengxing imagined that scene for a while, and his whole body was in a bad mood: "What did you say?"
Go up the mountain to work at noon, don't you want to die
"Eh..." Su Xingchen felt that the owner of the house was a bit fierce, so he dared not speak.
Mr. Yu said with a dark face, "Go back."
Then he remembered an important thing, and asked in a deep voice, "How much did you dig?"
Su Xingchen couldn't help thinking that Mr. Yu really cared about the people's working life: "Forty catties, not as much as I dug last time."
So I just want to dig a little longer.
Mr. Yu didn't know what to say anymore, he just sounded extremely patient and said: "Go back, I will help you buy these things for how much you sell them for."
"Ah? That won't work." Su Xingchen categorically refused: "You bought them all, what about the customers who are planning to buy them?"
"..." Yu Fengxing doesn't understand the market, and there is such a thing as an order to buy
"If you want to eat, I'll just leave some for you." Su Xingchen smiled: "There's no need to pay me to buy it."
That is to say, the mystery friend's business is not bad
Yu Fengxing opened his mouth and closed it again, no longer interfering with his friends who are working hard to manage their lives; it's just that the sun in early July is really poisonous, and he is a little worried.
"Then I'll go back, Mr. Yu, bye." Su Xingchen said in a low voice.
Yu Fengxing nodded quickly: "Well, bye."
It is immoral to disturb others to make money, but Mr. Yu jumped for joy when he heard the mysterious friend say that he would go back immediately.
An hour later, Su Xingchen dragged his tired body back home and checked it out. His hands, feet, and shoulders were not worn out, just a patch of red.
Su Xingchen didn't care, just rubbed his red shoulders, feeling that his ability to adapt was not bad.
He quickly completed the registration of the buyer's information.
Then he carried some yams and kudzu root, went up to the second floor, and took the time to cook dinner for two.
While I was making dinner, my cell phone, which I often received text messages recently, rang again.
Su Xingchen thought it was the owner who sent him another message, so he wiped his hands, looked at it, and was taken aback: "Mr. Han?"
This number is Mr. Han's number. Since he came back from Beijing, the other party called him once, and hung up after a short chat.
Now Mr. Han sent a text message saying: Xingchen, summer vacation is here, do you want to come to Beijing to play
Su Xingchen was taken aback when he saw the content of the text message. So the summer vacation is already here
This word brought back Su Xingchen's memories of his college life, and made him stare blankly for a while with his mobile phone in his hand.
Then I thought about it carefully and replied to Mr. Han: Thank you, Mr. Han, I have no plans to travel during the summer vacation.
When Han Muke received Su Xingchen's reply, he couldn't force it: "Okay, if you want to come, you can tell me anytime." I was indeed negligent last time, and I feel very sorry.
After getting in touch with Su Xingchen a few times, Han Muke more or less knew that this young man was not the ordinary young man he imagined.
Although it is relatively simple, but the defensive heart is strong.
It can be said that they are invulnerable to swords and guns, oil and salt cannot enter, and they cannot get close at all.
So he also stopped thinking about developing that matter, and treated him as a normal junior.
Su Xingchen felt dizzy when he saw these words, because he was not very good at socializing with others.
Especially Mr. Han's official authority, on the surface he seems to be well-mannered, but in fact there are not many sincere social people at all, he doesn't like it.
In contrast, the owner of the house is much better. Although the owner of the house is not polite and often puts on a bad face, he is very nice.
Su Xingchen thought of the kindness of the owner of the house, so he quickly replied to Mr. Han: Yes! I'm cooking in the pot, Mr. Han, let's talk next time.
Seeing this reply that doesn't conform to 'communication' at all, Han Muke was extremely speechless: "..."
It can only be said that Su Xingchen is really a very special person.
Here, the pot was making a 'cuckoo' sound, and the pork ribs and yam were being stewed inside. There was a little white steam, and the smell of meat bones and yam wafted from Su Xingchen's side.
He showed an expression of enjoyment and covetousness, his eyes were round and bright.
Five minutes to eat!
But at this time, the friend who was going to do farm work in order to move, the man who deliberately came home late after get off work, opened the door and smelled an incredibly strong smell.
A feeling called warmth, after being inhaled into the lungs with the fragrance, hit Yu Fengxing's heart directly.
He couldn't say why, but anyway, he felt that it was a good feeling that someone cooked dinner for him after get off work every day.
"You..." Mr. Yu opened his mouth to the air, and then closed it suddenly, because he found that he didn't even know the name of his mysterious friend.
Boss Yu, who has always had a simple and rude style, took out his mobile phone and pressed Su Xingchen's number. After connecting, he asked, "What's your name?"
Su Xingchen was dumbfounded: "Ah...?"
Yu Fengxing paused, and said softly, "My name is Yu Fengxing."
After a few seconds of buffering, Su Xingchen finally caught up with Mr. Yu's rhythm, and quickly introduced himself: "My name is Su Xingchen... um..."
Su Xingchen, who realized that he was showing his secrets, covered his mouth tightly, wanting to die!
"Su what?" Yu Fengxing didn't hear clearly and asked on the phone.
Su Xingchen blinked, and quickly replied nonsense: "Su, Xiao, Chen!"
A very village name came to Mr. Yu's ears crisply.
Mr. Yu comforted against his will: "The name is very cute." Then he didn't mention the name again, and asked Su Xingchen instead: "Is dinner ready? I smell very fragrant."
Su Xingchen said: "It's ready, put it on the table, you go and eat it."
"Okay." Yu Fengxing hung up the phone.
Then he walked over to see what was that scent that tempted him.
When Mr. Yu saw that it was the yam that his mysterious friend Su Xiaochen dug up the mountain today, he raised his eyebrows, feeling sour and swelled in his heart, feeling a little uncomfortable.
Why is Su Xiaochen so stupid, Yu Fengxing thought to himself.
And this silly Su Xiaochen, after lying, his ears turned red, and it was still hot to the touch.
"Ahem." Su Xingchen sat in the kitchen, holding a large bowl and gnawing meat bones.
Yu Fengxing, who has excellent hearing, was outside, listening to the screeching sound of bones being thrown into the trash can from the kitchen, his whole body tensed, and then his heart felt like a pair of tiny hands touching his internal organs, itching so badly .
But he didn't move, and he didn't have the slightest thought of going over to peek.
Even if there were, they were violently pressed down!
Yu Fengxing didn't want to go over to peek, because he was afraid of scaring Su Xiaochen away.
Just like that, Su Xingchen finished his meal 'quietly', burped contentedly, and prepared to take a bath and rest.
Speaking of taking a bath, Su Xingchen's skin became hot again, because he hadn't bathed in hot water for several days, and he used soap from digging a well in the yard.
But tonight he was really tired, he wanted to take a nice hot bath.
Then if you want to take a hot bath, you have to tell Mr. Yu.
Su Xingchen sent a text message to Mr. Yu: Mr. Yu, I would like to take a hot bath in your bathroom later, do you mind? And sorry, I've used it before...
When Yu Fengxing saw the text message, he raised his bushy eyebrows, and replied very generously: I don't mind, you can use it as you like.
Su Xingchen: Thank you!
From the short words, Yu Fengxing could feel Su Xiaochen's joy.
He's really easy to please. The man who read the text message shook his head, but there was a slight curvature in the corner of his mouth.
Su Xiaochen, who was approved to have fun in the owner's bathroom, brought a washbasin from downstairs, which contained his toiletries, toothpaste, toothbrush and so on.
There was also a pair of clean underpants draped over the shoulders.
When Su Xingchen was humming and taking a bath in the bathroom, Yu Fengxing still couldn't hold back, and came to the door of the bathroom, listening to it with a complicated expression.
Of course, he couldn't hear Su Xingchen singing, only the sound of water falling on the floor.
It indicates that someone inside is indeed taking a bath.
This is a strange thing that cannot be explained by science.
But Yu Fengxing didn't care.
After listening for a while, Yu Fengxing went back to his study to deal with his work.
But after he sat down, some suspicious clues appeared in his mind, for example, the two names Su Xiaochen and Su Xingchen were a bit abnormally similar.
For example, when he called Su Xiaochen for the first time, Yu Fengxing felt that his voice was a little familiar, like... like Xiao Daoxiu in the game.
But it stands to reason that such a coincidence is impossible.
So Yu Fengxing shook his head, feeling that his imagination was too rich to associate these three irrelevant people together.
Su Xingchen was too tired tonight, so after taking a shower and reading a book, he went downstairs to sleep.
Before going to bed, I sent a text message to the owner: I'm going to sleep, Mr. Yu, if you feel hungry, just warm up the pork rib soup in the refrigerator and you'll be ready to eat. Good night.
Mr. Yu who stayed at home to work as soon as he got home replied: I see, good night.
Su Xingchen could even imagine Mr. Yu, who was working hard, frowning at the sound of the text message, and then took his mobile phone to reply.
It must be very ugly!
But very sincerely reply good night to myself.
How can such a Mr. Yu make people feel a little cute
Su Xingchen thought wildly, scratched his messy hair, and then stared blankly for a while, then pulled up the thin quilt to cover his bare skin, so as not to be bitten by mosquitoes that were too late to kill him.
However, Su Xingchen was unfortunately recruited.
When he woke up the next morning and washed his face, he found a big red spot on his cheek.
Swollen, bulging like a small crater.
Su Xingchen poked it with his finger, it hurt and itched, and he secreted an unknown fluid!
Su Xiaochen, who was a little depressed, sent a text message to the owner of the house asking for help: Morning, do you have anti-inflammatory ointment at home, Mr. Yu? I got a swollen bump on my face from a mosquito bite.
The author has something to say: Gou Sheng: Face? Take a picture and see.
Xingchen: ... (Smells a smell of straight male cancer!