The blue shirt is jumping around on the rest day this week, and she is going to work again after a day off. I had an appointment to have a fragrant pot with Little Rape tonight. When I was about to get off work, Lanshan answered the phone and the caller ID was "Little Prince Mengsao".
Well, it's actually Qiao Feng. Lanshan likes to add various nicknames to the phone address book, and doesn't like to store his name directly.
Qiao Feng didn't know that he had become the little prince of Mensao in Lanshan, and he took the initiative to call her, which surprised Lanshan quite a bit.
"Hello, Qiao Feng?"
"Blue shirt."
Lanshan squeezed the phone with her shoulder, sorting things on the table, and fleeing away from get off work. She asked, "What's the matter?"
"Schrodinger let me ask you if I will continue to eat rice today."
Schrödinger’s arrogant fat face immediately appeared in Lanshan’s mind. It waved its paw at Qiao Feng expressionlessly, and said, "Xiao Fengzi, call to ask Xiao Lanzi if he still grabs the copy today. Yes, if you grab any more, I will beat her to death!"
Forehead…
Lan Shan was taken aback by her own brain. She suddenly slapped her spirits, her shoulders tilted, the phone slid down, and hit the table with a "boom".
Qiao Feng heard a loud noise on the other side of the phone, which made his eardrums itchy. He took the phone away, and heard the blue shirt's voice coming over again, "I'll spare you today, I'll go somewhere else to rub."
Qiao Feng felt that even if she didn't do sales, she would definitely be quite promising as a professional beggar. He gave an "um", just about to say goodbye, when he heard Lanshan say again, "What will you do for dinner tomorrow? I'll buy the food."
Lanshan was afraid that he would not understand what he said so implicitly, so he paused and added, "Can you hear my subtext?"
"I am not mentally retarded."
***
The meal tonight was actually requested by Lanshan, and there is no reason to refuse: She has eaten so much with Qiao Feng, and it is time for her to carry forward her style appropriately to give back to the people.
Little Rape is very curious about Chef Qiao Fengqiao, mainly because Qiao Feng has always been a relatively cold existence in her eyes. As soon as she imagined such a scene of a person swinging a large spoon and a shovel, she felt that the world was full of malice.
"What does he cook like, is he handsome? Is there a photo? Back view is fine."
Lanshan was taken aback, she really didn't notice what he was cooking, only what he was cooking. Qiao Fengshuai is handsome, but didn't his eyes have been bruised by her recently, which caused her to feel guilty when she looked at his face, and then she simply refused to look at him with an ostrich mentality. Thinking about it this way, she seemed to see Schrodinger more when she was at his house
Thinking of that fat cat's weird name, Lanshan asked Little Rape, "Have you heard of Schrodinger?"
"I heard that, a badass."
"… How to say?"
"He locked up the cat to let the poison gas out, and after that, he kept asking others whether the cat was dead or not. In short, it was a neurosis." In order to study Qiao Dashen, Little Rape had seen that famous experiment, but she still couldn't understand it. Understand this level of cat abuse.
In this way, Lanshan found that the fat cat was also very poor, with a perverted name all day long. No wonder the temper is so strange.
Little Rape said, "You can tell me about God Qiao again. I have to understand all aspects. You two are now reconciled. Maybe I still have a chance to persuade him to come back."
Lanshan also felt reasonable, so she poured out her understanding of Qiao Feng.
Little Rape listened, squinted her eyes in a contemplative state, thought for a long time, and suddenly said, "Lanshan, don't you think it's weird?"
Lanshan has known little rapeseed for so long, and still can't figure out the strange thinking of little rapeseed. "Why is it weird?"
"He doesn't have a girlfriend! A man with such a good condition is almost comparable to Tang Sanzang. How could there be no female monster to catch him?"
Lanshan didn't think it was weird. "It's probably because of his personality."
Little Rape looked at her seriously, "No, it's not because of character, but because of gender."
"???"
Little Rape's face was unpredictable, "Great God Qiao should have been raised by the local tyrant with the surname Wu."
puff-
Lanshan was shocked with a squirt of orange juice. She awkwardly took out a paper towel to wipe the table. After wiping, she gently pushed the small rapeseed, "What nonsense, that's his brother!"
"If it's a real brother, why is his elder brother's surname Wu and his brother's surname Qiao? Do they look alike?"
"This..." Lanshan shook his head hesitantly, defending, "It could be a cousin or a composite family."
"You don't understand," Little Rape shook her finger at her, "I've seen this kind of thing a lot. My brothers all settle accounts, and only Brother Qian can be so generous."
Uh, it seems to make some sense? After all, that local tyrant made more than two million dollars in one shot...
Little rape saw Lanshan a little shaken, and said, "Let me ask you again, what is his taste? Is his aesthetics normal?"
Lan Xian recalled Qiao Feng's clothes these past few days, but it was not bad. No, this cannot be used as evidence. The boy is in good shape, with straight shoulders, no fat on his waist, and long legs. As long as he doesn't wear it indiscriminately, he looks good in everything. She thought about his living room again. It was well decorated, simple but not simple, but she didn't know if he did it himself.
She rubbed her head and replied, "This, he should have good taste." At least not bad.
"That's right," Little Rape snapped his fingers, confident, "Straight men's aesthetics are crooked. Only curvy men's aesthetics are straight."
This this...
Lanshan found that she couldn't listen anymore, her worldview was shaky.
Little Cole thought of another reason, "You just said that he has a cat."
"right."
"It is said on the Internet that most of the men who keep cats are gay."
At last there was something to refute, and the blue shirt snorted disdainfully, "Nonsense, how can it be so absolute."
"Of course this is not so absolute. Let's calculate the probability." Little rape shook his fingers and gestured. "I just said so much, even if there is only 80% probability for each reason, 80% is multiplied by 100%. How much is 80? Sixty-four percent! Huh?..."
Lanshan held his forehead and didn't want to pay attention to her. Although Little Rape’s heaven-defying mathematical ability is always reminding Lan Shan that this is an idiot, don’t believe it, but Lan Shan... is really about to be brainwashed by those shit reasons...
Helpless, she had to cover her ears, "I won't listen, I won't listen, I won't listen to what you say, I won't listen!"
Little Rapeseed took a sip of orange juice calmly, shaking his head like vicissitudes, and sighed, "Oh, this grinning little fairy."
Blue shirt: "..." What's this all about!