"Put this big one in the middle, or it won't be baked well." Ding Zhe adjusted the position of several sweet potatoes.
"Do you all like pepper?" Duan Ling asked, "I put some pepper in the beef soup."
"Let's put it." Jiang Kuo said, looking at the steaming sweet potatoes and asked again, "Can the roasted sweet potatoes be topped? Brushing some syrup or something, will it be more fragrant than roasting them directly?"
"This skin is full of roasted syrup. What kind of syrup do you use?" Ding Zhe protected a few sweet potatoes with his hands. "Besides it will burn, there is no other use."
"Okay." Jiang Kuo sighed, holding his chin and continuing to wait.
"Are you trying to compete with Duan Feifei?" Ding Zhe asked, "He despises your ability to roast sweet potatoes, and even writes a manual for roasting sweet potatoes to despise you, you..."
"It's not a manual," Jiang Kuo corrected him, "it's a tutorial."
"... Who the hell bakes a sweet potato with a tutorial!" Ding Zhe said.
"Then who the fuck should use the instruction manual to bake a sweet potato." Jiang Kuo said.
"You." Duan Ling said.
"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo gave up the argument.
After the old shop closed the stall, the old uncle went home. Some daily necessities were to be taken back, and there were only three of them left in the shop.
Duan Ling originally wanted to cook, Jiang Kuo wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and Ding Zhe also came over to join in the fun, so he roasted the sweet potatoes and Duan Ling made a beef soup.
After the beef soup was cooked, Jiang Kuo took a few more photos and sent them to Duan Feifei.
However, Duan Feifei did not reply to him.
It seems that Duan Feifei, a "high school classmate", is not a trivial matter at home, at least it is quite troublesome. It can keep Duan Feifei from touching his mobile phone for so long, and there is not a word in private chats in the group's circle of friends.
Although Duan Feifei told him after the matter was dealt with, Jiang Kuo was still a little worried.
What kind of shit is it that makes it so difficult to deal with
Which bastard asked Duan Feifei to help deal with such a difficult mess
No one else can find it!
Duan Feifei has been very busy recently, don't you know!
"There is a rest stop in front." Lawyer Jiang said afterward.
"Do you want to stop?" Duan Feifei glanced at the sign on the side of the road, there was still one kilometer left.
"Well," Lawyer Jiang yawned, "Go to the toilet."
"Do you want something to eat?" Duan Feifei asked, "You didn't have dinner, did you?"
"It's not bad," said lawyer Jiang. "Let's talk at the hotel."
"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.
There were quite a lot of people at the rest stop, Duan Feifan parked the car, and Lawyer Jiang and a few colleagues got out of the car.
He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it while unbuckling his seat belt.
The group was already full of pictures of roasted sweet potatoes, and he didn't click in to take a closer look. He clicked the news of JK921 immediately.
Following the previous blooming sweet potato, Jiang Kuo sent him a few pictures of beef soup. At first glance, it could not be made by Jiang Kuo, it was probably Duan Ling or Uncle.
There is also a photo of eating at the back. Only then did Duan Feifan realize that Ding Zhe had really gone over to eat. Uncle was not there. The three of them were eating roasted sweet potatoes around a small stove. There was a pot of beef soup on the small stove. There are also some side dishes.
This is to eat hot pot.
Duan Feifei couldn't help swallowing.
He sent Jiang Kuo a message back.
[Instructions are as follows] It's very troublesome, I'm still busy
Think about another post.
[Instructions are as follows] The sweet potatoes are well baked, any more, leave one for me
After sending the message, he got out of the car, went to the toilet, and glanced at the car. Lawyer Jiang and the others hadn't passed, so he went to the small supermarket again.
Lawyer Jiang and the others didn't want to eat because they wanted to hurry up and hurry. He definitely couldn't just leave it alone, so he planned to go to the supermarket to see if there was anything that could be packed and taken on the car.
Mainly he was very hungry, especially after watching the roasted sweet potato and beef soup.
The fragrance in the supermarket is fragrant, and there is a lot of food and drink in a row. Duan Feifei swept all the way, grilled sausages, fried chicken legs, octopus balls, large meat buns, hamburgers, oden, lawyer Jiang...
"Why are you here?" Duan Feifei was stunned.
"This is yours, just take two bites." Lawyer Jiang pointed to a steaming pocket of food and drink in the hand of his colleague next to him.
"Thank you," Duan Feifei took over, "I'm still thinking of buying some for you to eat on the road."
"It's okay, it's the same," Lawyer Jiang glanced at him, "How long?"
"It's about two and a half hours. You'll be there after you get some sleep." Duan Feifei took two bites quickly and found that all of his colleagues were eating except Lawyer Jiang, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I ate Roasted Sausage." Lawyer Jiang said.
"… Enough?" Duan Feifei felt that he could eat ten sticks.
"It's not enough, but it's too unbearable to bear." Lawyer Jiang took out his mobile phone, answered the phone, and turned around, "Hello? It's not here yet, it's still two and a half hours... What footage? Is it at home? I don't know... do you want to ask your cat, um, okay, I won't call when I get there, it's too late... "
Lawyer Jiang's call was answered right where he was. Duan Feifei could hear that it was a man over there. He was slightly embarrassed. He didn't know if he should avoid it, but the three colleagues were all calmly eating, no any evasion.
So he didn't move, and nibbled off a sausage.
I have to say that it is indeed unpalatable. Any stall in their market sells more meat than this one.
After lawyer Jiang answered the phone, he looked at a few of them.
Duan Feifei took away the garbage bags in several people's hands, and threw them aside: "Let's go?"
"Do you want to take a break?" a colleague asked. "I'll drive for a while."
"It's alright," Duan Feifei said, "I'm not tired, and it's not too far away. You can rest. Tomorrow... Probably tomorrow, you have to be busy."
"Let's go," Lawyer Jiang smiled, "I'm quite worried."
When walking towards the car, Duan Feifei took out his phone and looked again, but Jiang Kuo didn't reply to him.
There are no new speeches in the group.
After a while, the car started to drive directly to the hotel, and there was probably no time to reply to the news on the road. It was already past twelve o'clock when we arrived at the hotel...
Duan Feifei sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.
After thinking about it, I took it out again, and quickly sent another message.
[Instructions are as follows] I'm busy again
The car continued to leave for the hotel. At this time, it was already smooth all the way. Duan Feifei's car kept driving at the speed limit, which was very refreshing.
However, President Jiang has never contacted him along the way. Duan Feifei was amazed at President Jiang's trust in him, and he was not afraid of any accident along the way, or that he did not serve a good lawyer...
But it was true that he didn't contact him until he got to the hotel, because President Jiang never told him that he would report to President Jiang, so Duan Feifei continued to follow the process written down in his mind.
The front desk checked in and used his name to book four rooms in advance, all of which were senior suites, including the only top suite in the hotel.
Duan Feifei sent Lawyer Jiang and the others to the room, and then prepared to leave.
"You..." Lawyer Jiang stopped him, "Where are you going now?"
"I'm going home." Duan Feifei said.
"Is it here or there?" Lawyer Jiang asked.
"Go back the same way." Duan Feifei smiled.
"Fuck," Lawyer Jiang blurted out, "Don't you take a night's rest? All night?"
"Well, I was originally supposed to stay for one night, but I have something to do over there..." Duan Feifei said, "I have to rush back."
"Oh," Lawyer Jiang glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, "Okay, then you should pay attention to safety, you have worked hard today."
"It's not hard work," said Duan Feifei, "I hope your next work goes well."
Lawyer Jiang smiled: "Yes."
After getting out of the hotel elevator, Duan Feifei almost trotted all the way back to the car. There was still no reply from Jiang Kuo on the phone. It was estimated that he had fallen asleep before he received the news. After all, he was in the store all afternoon to take pictures. Video, for a person like Jiang Kuo who doesn't like to get along with strangers, is a very tiring thing.
Duan Feifei didn't send any more news. After starting the car, he glanced at the fuel gauge and the time. He had to add fuel on the way, and he would definitely be back before dawn.
Tomorrow, they have to go to the new store to shoot a video, and Fan Jiabao has to make a cameo appearance. It's another noisy day. He has to hurry up and get back to sleep for a while to keep his spirits up.
The matter explained by President Jiang is completed, and I hope that President Jiang's company can solve the trouble smoothly in the future.
Duan Feifei's hope is very sincere. Any problems with Jiang's company will affect Jiang Kuo.
Although Jiang Kuo is not a fragile person, after all, he grew up smoothly since he was a child, and the family affairs did not put him under any pressure at all, nor did he experience any real changes at all.
There is one more important point.
The kind of cool story where an accident happened at home, the playful kid who was idle outside the country matured overnight, went home and inherited his father’s business and fought with his opponent for 300 rounds and finally became a business wizard. It used to feel like a thousand miles away, suspended and funny, but Now Duan Feifei has discovered that it is really not impossible.
If something really goes wrong with Jiang's head office, given Jiang Kuo's state of being very concerned about his father, although he is reluctant to show it, there is still a high possibility that he will choose to go home.
Duan Feifei didn't want such a thing to happen.
He didn't want President Jiang's company to have an accident, and he didn't want Jiang Kuo to leave.
After clearly feeling his own thoughts, Duan Feifei was slightly startled, and his foot on the accelerator loosened.
Duan Feifei, Duan Feifei, I didn't expect a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes to think like this.
The eyebrows are not too thick...
Eyes... Duan Feifei pulled down the sun visor and glanced at his eyes in the mirror, they didn't seem to be big...
What are you thinking!
Duan Feifei pulled the sun visor back and couldn't help laughing.
On the last day of the vacation, Jiang Kuo got off the bed in the dormitory yawning, holding his mobile phone.
He didn't hear the few messages Duan Feifei sent him yesterday. He went back to the dormitory after dinner and went to bed. He didn't do anything all afternoon. The video was filmed by others. Duan Feifei was also helping him. Paralyzed on the chair, he fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes because he was tired.
In contrast, Jiang Leo was much more energetic, and he sent him a message in the middle of the night asking if he wanted to drink.
However, Jiang Kuo frowned, Jiang Liao is not in a good state now, and drinking is the best way to kill her insomnia.
[JK921]No hurry today, you can rest after
After washing and tidying up the bed, Jiang Kuocai opened Duan Feifei's news.
As if in revenge.
If you don't reply to my message, then I won't be in a hurry to read it if you do.
[Instructions are as follows] It's very troublesome, I'm still busy
[Instructions are as follows] The sweet potatoes are well baked, any more, leave one for me
[Instructions are as follows] I'm busy again
Jiang Kuo snorted.
[JK921]Sweet potatoes were gone, Ding Zhe ate three by himself
[JK921]Maybe my baked sweet potato is so delicious, can you eat it, please
Putting down the phone, Jiang Kuo took a coat and came out to change it.
The dormitory door was suddenly knocked twice.
Jiang Kuo was stunned, this morning, even if the people in the dormitory came back, they still have keys... Did Lu Haobo come to seek revenge
"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.
The people outside didn't answer, but knocked twice.
"Fuck," Jiang Kuo went over impatiently and opened the door, "Is he going to sign language!"
Duan Feifei stood outside with the door frame, and smiled: "Is there really no sweet potatoes?"
"...Did you sleep in 107 yesterday?" Jiang Kuo asked.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "I'll go back to the dormitory if it's too late."
Jiang Kuo was very happy to see Duan Feihan when he opened the door early in the morning. He didn't have the joy of flying when he grabbed the door handle.
However, Duan Feifei also had some red bloodshot eyes, which made him immediately unhappy.
"How late?" He let the door open.
"Just... it's after twelve o'clock." Duan Feifei walked in, and put a paper bag on the table in his hand.
"It's 8:10 now," Jiang Kuo glanced at his mobile phone, "If you go to bed at one point, you slept for seven hours and ten minutes."
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded.
"Have you looked in the mirror?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Is this the effect of sleeping for seven hours?"
"... Not really," Duan Feifei hesitated and walked into the toilet, "Let me see..."
Five seconds later he withdrew and looked at Jiang Kuo: "Damn, am I going to be blind?"
"Are you done?" Jiang Kuo leaned against the table, "If you don't tell me for a while, you're not going to be blind, you're going to hang up."
Duan Feifei laughed and pointed to the paper bag on the table: "Eat breakfast first, I'll tell you slowly."
"Which sick person asked you for help?" Jiang Kuo opened the paper bag, and inside were two fragrant and hot beef pies, "It's delicious, are there any pies nearby?"
"Lao Liu Mala Tang's new product," said Duan Feifei, "I think it's pretty good, but it's sold out after eight o'clock. You won't be able to grab it if you don't go early."
"Tell me." Jiang Kuo took a bite of the pie and looked at him.
"Let's talk about it first, I'll tell you about it, you can just pretend that nothing happened." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows and swallowed the pie in his mouth: "It's impossible to promise you this in advance."
"Okay," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Anyway, if you want to do anything, you have to beat me to the ground first."
"Do you think I can't beat you?" Jiang Kuo said while eating.
"I'm the master of the food market." Duan Feifei sat on the chair and leaned back.
"Stop talking nonsense and say it quickly! I'm a goddamn uncle Kuo," Jiang Kuo glared at him, "I'll show you what it means to bully the elderly!"
"It's President Jiang." Duan Feifei said.
"Huh?" Jiang Kuo didn't react and looked at him, "What is it?"
"The sick person who asked me for help was President Jiang, your father." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo was stunned, forgot to chew the bite of the pie in his mouth.
"You can promise me now." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo frowned and pondered for a long time, then continued eating the pie, and after a while he said, "Yeah."
"I don't know exactly what the situation is," Duan Feifei said. "He asked me to pick him up at the airport, a lawyer, and send him to a hotel over there, a hotel that has nothing to do with him."
Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.
"I picked up someone yesterday and sent them over overnight," Duan Feifei said, "and then came back overnight, that's all, he said that he couldn't let you do it, and he couldn't let you know in advance, for fear that you would do something that would make you do it. People have guessed his plan."
Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows again.
"Now that I'm done, I can tell you," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "but he didn't tell me if I could tell, so... you just don't know."
Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows a third time.
"It's very flexible," Duan Feifei took out a bag of fresh milk from his pocket and handed it to him, "A few more forehead tattoos will come out."
Jiang Kuo took the fresh milk, ate the last two mouthfuls of pies, drank another two mouthfuls of milk, looked at him and asked, "How could he find you?"
Duan Feifei was stuck.
This question is too sudden.
The angle is too tricky.
When Duan Feifei thought that the question he needed to answer had to be related to the bodyguard incident or the situation on Mr. Jiang's side, Jiang Kuo's completely unrelated question made him suddenly get stuck.
Yeah, how could he find you
Because last time we had a meal together and didn't let you know.
Duan extraordinary, died.
"You two," Jiang Kuo came over, bent over and propped his hands on the back of the chair behind him, and put them in front of him, "When will we meet?"
"I didn't..." Duan Feifei leaned back and tried to hide.
As soon as he moved, Jiang Kuo's hand supporting the back of the chair had already held up the back of his head, pushing his head back to its original position: "I just don't feel right, when I came back, President Jiang told me a bunch of good things about you, I It just doesn't feel right."
"It was a while ago," said Duan Feifei, "after we went to help Cannon, he came over to run errands, and by the way, he went to find me..."
Jiang Kuo said nothing and looked at him.
"Probably I'm worried that I won't do a good job of pitting you." Duan Feifei said.
"Fart," Jiang Kuo said, "he's just afraid that I won't fuck you well."
As expected of his own, although Jiang Kuo did not admit it himself, he really knew his father quite well.
"In short, he was worried, so he asked me to talk." Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo slowly straightened up, frowned and sighed.
"After that time, he never looked for me again," Duan Feifei said. "I was surprised that he asked me to help pick up people this time."
"You're reliable," Jiang Kuo said, "I really want to find someone who is completely irrelevant... I'll find you too if it's me."
"Aren't you angry?" Duan Feifei asked.
"I wouldn't be angry if I asked you to pick me up," Jiang Kuo said. "It's hard to say that you two are murmuring behind my back."
"...I didn't murmur a few words." Duan Feifei said, "Mr. Jiang didn't talk much. I couldn't murmur a few words when I was nervous about him. In short, I murmured very scribbly and left with a sloppy murmur."
Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, then turned to laugh.
"Drink the milk first, it won't be fragrant after a while," Duan Feifei said.
Jiang Kuo glanced at him, lowered his head and drank all the milk.
Duan Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, Jiang Kuo didn't need to be angry about this, but he didn't dare to say that President Jiang already knew that the two were not ordinary friends.
"You came back after you sent people to the place?" Jiang Kuo asked suddenly.
"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "I booked a room under my name, and I came back after I delivered it to the room."
"He didn't even give you an extra room to rest?" Jiang Kuo's voice rose up, "You drive night trains for more than ten hours at a time!"
"No, no," Duan Feifei explained quickly, "He's going to drive, don't I have no time? Today, they have to go to the store to shoot material, I'm afraid it won't be too late."
Jiang Kuo sighed: "Then what time did you get back?"
"It should be more than five o'clock," Duan Feifei said. "I slept until seven-thirty, which is about the same. I usually have this routine when I can't sleep."
Jiang Kuo looked at him and didn't speak for a while.
After a while, he reached out and touched his face lightly.
Duan Feifei made up his mind.
Before he could regain his senses, Jiang Kuo took his hand back.
Without thinking, he grabbed Jiang Kuo's hand.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little blurry.
It's not that Jiang Kuo's hand is not accepting or not.
It's not that his hands are loose or not.
But he still didn't want to let go. It felt like it had been a fucking lifetime since the last time he touched Jiang Kuo's hand.
During the stalemate, his phone suddenly rang.
This kind of quiet space, this inexplicable atmosphere, the sound of the mobile phone can directly scare people into a guilty conscience.
They both stopped at almost the same time.
fuck you uncle.
Judging by the time, it is estimated that Fan Jiabao, an extravagant actor who was out of time, came to urge the start.
Duan Feifei gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone without looking at it and answered the call: "This is the fucking early morning! Who the hell is that!"
There was silence for two seconds, and then President Jiang's voice came over: "...It's fucking me."