Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

Chapter 28

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Ji Linqiu waited until Peng Xingwang went to do his homework in the room before calling Jiang Wang aside.

"Why did you send me a greeting card?"

Jiang Wang wanted to light a cigarette before answering him, but then remembered that he didn't seem to like smoking by himself, so he put down his fumbling hand.

So I had to face this problem straight away.

"Because... respect." He said the first sentence slowly, and the second sentence quickly: "You have changed me a lot."

Ji Linqiu looked at him suspiciously, seeming to accept this explanation.

"Wouldn't it be Xing Xing who forced you to write?" He asked him again: "If this is the case... I will feel very sorry."

"Why is it a pity?" Jiang Wang finally looked at the other party.

"Because," Ji Linqiu was also stopped by the question, and he thought for a few seconds before answering: "I still hope that you really want to write me a greeting card."

Not out of coping.

"Of course I mean it."

After Jiang Wang finished answering, as if he was afraid of having other questions, he left quickly.

He went back to his room, sat at the end of the bed to slow down for a while, and didn't know what he was slowing down.

I didn't want to understand anything else, but found that I didn't want to smoke at all.

Maybe for a long time, he smoked just to escape some problems temporarily.

He probably doesn't need to smoke at all.

The days were still going on without a hitch, and one night Peng Jiahui suddenly sent a text message.

He seemed to be in a bad mood when he sent the message.

"Boss Jiang, do you have time to have a drink with my buddies?"

Jiang Wang was drinking beer and watching the football at that time. He didn't like drinking beer at night, nor did he like drinking football. He just occasionally missed his life twenty years later.

I looked at my watch at 11:30 in the evening, it was really not a good time.

After much deliberation, I still didn't refuse.

The place is in a food stall, Jiang Wang has been here before, the proprietress likes to put garlic in the kebabs, eating too much hurts the stomach.

But in fact, the craftsmanship is very good, and it can be roasted with just a little bit of burnt aroma under the control of the fire.

The wine glass in front of Peng Minghui was already full, and the empty glass was also filled.

When Jiang Wang sat in front of him, the middle-aged man had already drunk a bit, and hiccupped before he could speak.

Jiang Wang came here today with no intention of being a babysitter for this bastard at all, he just wanted to see what this guy was up to.

It may also be because his father called him brother in the middle of the night, so he could only bite the bullet.

"Dumped again?" He said calmly, "You also said that love is not a good thing."

Peng Jiahui waved his hands, talking to himself.

The beer kegs in the barbecue restaurant are actually mixed with water, the degree is not as high as that in the freezer, and it is durable.

After most of the cup was down, Peng Jiahui spoke with a bitter face while stroking, and the content was nothing more than how much anger he had received in the company.

In the past two months, Peng Jiahui took the initiative to take on difficult and troublesome jobs to solve the company's problems in order to get promoted and raise his salary.

Turning around, the supervisor above used this performance to reward him for his meritorious deeds, without even mentioning a word about Peng Jiahui.

"Damn it, it's all about helping the grandson."

Jiang Wangxin thought that this kind of boss might have to wear small shoes for you in the future, but he didn't say anything, and only occasionally drank a couple of malt beers and listened quietly.

When he saw his father doing well, he would feel secretly relieved, and his conscience would not hurt much for it.

After all, when I was a child, I was beaten so many times for no reason that I cried in pain. Maybe it was retribution and reincarnation.

But on the surface, there is no need to add insult to injury, and it is right to drink with friends.

Peng Jiahui scolded so hard that he even scolded himself together. He still felt sorry for the money when he drank, and carefully sipped off the splash from the edge of the cup. After all, he didn't get a penny of the bonus.

After scolding enough, he finally took a break and looked over as if waiting for Jiang Wang to speak.

Jiang Wang raised his head to look at him, but didn't speak.

I am not Doraemon, I am omnipotent and can help solve everything, so I just listen to my complaints here and don't interfere too much.

Peng Jiahui couldn't look at someone with Jiang Wang's temperament for too long, so he lowered his head timidly, and said another word in a fussy and irritated voice, but his voice was so low that it sounded like he was talking to himself.

"What else can I do?"

That's the worst part about being an adult.

As a primary school student, as a middle and high school student, you can ask your teacher if you encounter difficult questions, and you can ask your parents about troublesome things.

But after becoming an adult, whether the business fails or the workplace is not going well, there is always no one to ask and no one to rely on.

Peng Jiahui's expression became very bitter, as if after waking up, he finally began to see the world with his eyes, and passively accepted the polishing.

"Should I resign now?" He murmured, "Should I report the problem to my superiors, or find a job-hopping unit before leaving?"

Jiang Wang waved: "Miss Boss, bake five more scallops, please put less minced garlic!!"

The proprietress responded, raised her hand and put another big handful of garlic.

Jiang Wang: "..."

Peng Jiahui was so tired of struggling, he finally chose the one that looked the best, and asked Jiang Wang nervously.

"You said, how about I change jobs and go to a better place?"

Jiang Wang was noncommittal, saying that he was still listening.

"Yes, job hopping," Peng Jiahui cheered himself up: "I have enough business ability, I can change jobs, I'll work hard!"

He drank with his father from half past eleven in the evening to one o'clock in the morning.

When he returned home, the living room was still lit, and Ji Linqiu was still writing lesson plans.

Jiang Wang smelled the smell of beer and garlic on his body before entering the door, and then walked in like a dog.

Ji Linqiu didn't even raise his head: "Don't ask, I just finished my homework."

"Don't ask, I promise not to ask." Jiang Wang raised his hands, wondering if he complained too much about his profession as a teacher, which made Ji Linqiu so nervous.

However, most of the professions are changing ways to be a grandson, and he himself said some nonsense when buying goods from the publisher.

Ji Linqiu wrote so much that he leaned against the back of his chair, rubbed his brows, and sniffed casually.

"Go out to have some skewers with your friends, and you won't bring me something to eat?"

"No," Jiang Wang said without changing his expression, "Supper hurts the stomach, I am very conscientious."

Ji Linqiu was too tired to quarrel with him, first lay down on the table from the back of the chair and lay down for a while, then forced himself up to write the lesson plan.

Jiang Wang looked at it for a while, and helped adjust the angle of the desk lamp.

"Tomorrow, I'll set up a desk lamp for this batch of documents too. The living room is quite cozy."

The next day when Jiang Wangzhen did this, Peng Xingwang saw it and wanted to write it together.

Really moved a stack of homework and extracurricular books to Teacher Ji's side, and set up a third desk lamp in a decent manner.

The long log table used for the high-end and gorgeous dinner party was officially reduced to an office desk. The two big and one small got together to write and draw, as if they were working overtime.

Ji Linqiu looked up at them several times halfway, and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Wang didn't even lift his head: "I'm busy with work, don't disturb me."

Peng Xingwang nodded along, lingering after finishing his homework, practicing calligraphy for a while and continuing to read.

It was good at the beginning, but after a long time, the two adults couldn't bear it.

Peng Xingwang is fine everywhere, and he knows that he has changed some stinky problems by saying a few more words.

I just like to read books as menus.

He likes to read books, and he opened a bookstore at home, and read all the Chinese texts in the second to sixth grades of elementary school.

Then I rushed to read the long texts and recommended readings in junior high school, and read them with gusto.

Watching and holding up the book to read with my brother and teacher.

"—they eat very elegantly, holding the oysters on a small handkerchief, with their heads thrown forward a little so as not to stain their gowns; and then with a quick and slight movement of their mouths, they suck in the juice and throw the shells into the sea."

Blink your eyes after reading.

"Brother, have you ever smoked oysters?"

Ji Linqiu is still correcting his English homework: "Oysters are raw oysters, you have eaten them."

"Not exactly. If you want the unbaked one, squeeze a little lemon juice and suck it." Jiang Wang touched his chin and said, "It's really delicious if it's fresh."

Peng Xingwang was envious when he heard it, and began to writhe with hints again.

Jiang Wang completely understood what he meant, and refused mercilessly: "It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and it's also the weekend to eat oysters."

Peng Xingwang tried to struggle: "Brother, don't you want to invite Teacher Ji to eat oysters!"

Ji Linqiu didn't give a chance: "I don't want to, Teacher Ji nourishes his stomach at night and doesn't eat."

The child whimpered and collapsed.

Within two days, Peng Xingwang read the book again, and then suddenly said that he wanted to eat salted duck eggs.

Jiang Wang knew that the child heard the wind was rain, so he firmly refused while pressing the keyboard.

"It's already eleven forty, you should go take a shower and go to bed now."

Teacher Ji was busy writing the report and nodded in agreement.

Peng Xing hoped that his heart would not die, and read to them in a long voice.

"Gaoyou salted eggs are characterized by their fine quality and rich oil. The egg whites are tender, not dry and powdery like other places, and taste like chewing lime. The oil is especially inferior to other places."

Ji Linqiu's red pen paused, and continued to read as if he hadn't heard it.

"For ordinary food, it is usually eaten by breaking the "empty head" and digging it with chopsticks. Once the chopsticks are pierced down, red oil will come out. The yellow of Gaoyou salted eggs is bright red."

Jiang Wang was concentrating on replying to the email, tapping on spaces and changing careers in the middle, basically unaffected.

Persevering, Peng Xingwang read the whole article line by line, reading it with both emotion and emotion, full of color and fragrance.

Then it came to an abrupt end at the end, looking around in the silence to see the reaction of the two of them.

Jiang Wang stood up with a dark face: "I went to the supermarket to buy duck eggs, there should be a supermarket open at this point."

Ji Linqiu sighed and covered the red pen: "...I'm going to cook the porridge."

It's really like cooking millet porridge at night, the golden millet is fully stirred, and it is cooked until it is bubbling and bubbling.

When the scent of porridge wafted into the small courtyard, Jiang Wang pushed the door in with a bag of salted duck eggs, stood beside Ji Linqiu's shoulder, washing and cutting the eggs, cutting out all the golden yolks, and arranging them like flower petals.

Peng Xingwang opened the kitchen door and looked in.

"Brother, did you buy Gaoyou's red duck eggs?"

"Grandpa Wang said that Beijing's eggs are not authentic, and Beijing's eggs are light yellow!"

Jiang Wang couldn't bear it anymore: "Yes, yes! Hurry up and get the chopsticks and the bowl!!"

Ji Linqiu suppressed a smile, turned off the fire, and scooped the porridge into the bowl.

Peng Xingwang waited beside him, looking at Teacher Ji cautiously: "Teacher, are we really eating Gaoyou's eggs?"

Ji Linqiu glanced at Jiang Wang, who wiped his neck.

"Yes," Ji Linqiu meekly helped to deceive the child: "It must be."