Chapter 112: Please don't slander everything

Uncle Feng's niece’s cooking skills are mediocre. No wonder the business is bleak. I knew I should go to the restaurant on the street. Wen Chuo was in a bad mood. Even taking it would affect my appetite. I couldn’t eat after two bites. Poplar is not picky. Eat the rice in the bowl clean, but don't pick up the vegetables.
"Tsk, eat vegetables, just eat white rice to fill you up, no wonder you lose weight." Wen Chuo frowned, using chopsticks to pick him up half a bowl of vegetables in twos and threes, and another half bowl of rice, a small bowl. The pile became high, Bai Yang paused, and then continued to eat, silent and serious.
Wen Chuo didn't eat, but he didn't bother to go. He came here purely to cool off the air conditioner. He played a game against the wall. Uncle Feng took a look and knew the reason, but he still deliberately joked: "Why? I order a table of dishes and the chopsticks do not move."
Wen Chuo stared at the phone screen, sitting with his back against the wall, with one leg on Bai Yang's knee, and lazily said: "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 she heard her voice, a girl with a chef hat and big eyebrows raised the plastic curtain and walked out: "Who said it’s difficult for me to cook? Eat? Who said that?!"
Wen Chuo raised his hand lazily, and recognized it bachelor: "Me."
The girl was still holding the spatula high, and when she saw that the speaker was Wen Chuo, she suddenly put down her hand in embarrassment. She gently put the spatula on the stove in a very elegant manner. She took off the chef hat and put it down. Two black twisted braids walked over and sat opposite Wen Chuo: "It's you little gangster again. Then I'm cooking for the first time. I've been busy with this table for a long time, so you don't want to praise it. boast."
Liu Mengmeng is interested in Wen Chuo, and everyone with a discerning eye can see it, but it is not a rare thing. The big girl who likes Wen Chuo in this street has gone to the sea, not bad for her.
Although Wen Chuo is always scolded by little hooligans, girls like this bad tone. When he sees him, his eyes will blush, but he likes it, but no one really intends to marry him, let alone the family disagree , Just like his idleness, marrying in the past is a lifetime of poverty.
Linxian County is very small, and the people living here are very realistic. They are exhausted every day for the sake of firewood, rice, oil and salt. In a few years, a wealthy lady can be turned into a street shrew, and a well-educated rich man can be turned into a rogue.
It's like Liu Ruoqing in the past and Wen Chuo today.
"Oh, hey, look at what you said, I spent money to eat, not for free. The first time you cook, it makes no sense to cause me to suffer, but I'm generous and don't care about beautiful women."
Wen Chuo threw a peanut into his mouth. He was ill-tempered, brows and eyebrows, and eccentric. Liu Mengmeng heard him boasting about himself, and the roots of his ears turned red quietly, pinching his twist braid around his fingertips. With the shyness of a girl: "Just you talk a lot, isn't Bai Yang eating well."
Bai Yang has been eating quietly from beginning to end, his presence is almost zero. Liu Mengmeng said and looked over, but was caught off guard against his black and white eyes, which were so dark that he couldn't see a half of the light, and his heart beat inexplicably. sudden.
"Who? Bai Yang?" Wen Chuo didn't notice anything. He laughed, put Bai Yang's shoulders, and squeezed his white cheeks: "He is so cute and cherishes his food, he can eat everything you can eat. Is it white poplar?"
Bai Yang silently stared at him, with no expression on his face. Wen Chuo was in the same mood as Liu Mengmeng at this time, and he was inexplicably shocked, and let go of him with a smile.
Bai Yang stood up quietly, then went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Most of the dishes on the table are left. Basically, he hasn't moved his chopsticks much. Liu Mengmeng turned his head and looked over: "Hey, anyway, there are no guests today. If you sit down and eat more, you can eat steamed buns every day. "
There was a slight clash of dishes and the rustling 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 and the kitchen covered by the plastic curtain. He threw away the peanut shells, clapped his hands, and said to Liu Mengmeng, "Look, you cook more. It's unpalatable, and aspen can't eat it anymore."
Liu Mengmeng said in a loud voice: "Impossible!"
Wen Chuole said, "If you don't believe me, try it yourself."
When the weather is sultry, it’s easy to get sleepy. Uncle Feng is lying on the counter and dozing off. Bai Yang is holding the cleaning ball and scrubbing the greasy dishes little by little. He hears the laughter outside, and there is no response. He continues to work with his head down. In the next second, there was a pain in my fingertips, and a drop of red blood came out.
The last light blue porcelain plate was accidentally knocked off by a customer before. The edges and corners were sharp. Bai Yang glanced at it, washed it and set it aside, and then washed away the oil stains on his hands.
The wound was a bit long, and the injured area 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 Baiyang's waist was tight, and someone was hugged from behind. Full of heart.
A smiling voice sounded in my ears: "Hey, why don't you finish the rice, eat steamed buns every day, and make your stomach hungry?"
He was more than half a head taller than Bai Yang, and his peachy eyes made a bad smile. No wonder so many big girls were hooked away by him.
Bai Yang still looked like a thin young boy. He stared at a small pool of blood on the edge of the bowl, then struggled to turn around and pushed away the difficult person.
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows: "Hey, have a temper?"
He couldn't see Bai Yang's temper tantrum. He was gloomy and did not speak. He was not stupid and became a real fool. The longest time he ignored himself for two months, cold violence was terrible.
Wen Chuo hugged Bai Yang again and squeezed his chin and gave him a hard kiss. Bai Yang struggled to push him away, but when Wen Chuo arrived at the stove, he kissed him more and more. His lips and tongue intertwined, and his heart broke for a moment.
After kissing and kissing, Wen Chuo finally saw the blood stains on Bai Yang's hand. Although the inch-long wound was not deep, it couldn't hold up the blood flow. He stopped his movements and squeezed Bai Yang's hand and asked, "How?"
After he finished speaking, he felt that Bai Yang would definitely not pay attention to himself. He touched the paper towel out of his trouser pocket. At this moment, Liu Mengmeng's voice rang out: "Where is this dish unpalatable? Wen Chuo? Wen Chuo? Did you run into my kitchen to poison you?"
She rushed over and lifted the plastic curtain. At first glance, she saw Bai Yang's injured hand. Most girls are always a little scared of blood. Liu Mengmeng took a step back in fright: "Oh, how did it happen? Does it hurt?"
Wen Chuo sighed: "Your family doesn't even wash the dishes and even gloves, so why are you so poorly picking?"
Liu Mengmeng glared at him: "Stop talking nonsense, the gloves broke yesterday. I haven't had time to buy a new one. Wait, I'll go upstairs to find the medicine box."
After finishing talking, he ran out again and again, without noticing that the pale red lips of the poplar were not normal, and there were shallow teeth marks on them.
After Liu Mengmeng left, there were only two of them left in the kitchen. For a while, quietly, he looked down, pinched Bai Yang's injured hand, and stared at his lips, only to feel the color and luster, very beautiful.
The poplar's eyelids moved, and the eyelashes cast a shadow. There was a kind of charm that did not belong to this age, like a green fruit, sour and sweet, he tilted his head to avoid the famed sight, but was pinched. chin.
"do not move……"
Wen Chuo only said two words, then leaned over and kissed him, with a light lavender fragrance in the corner of his clothes.
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 when disinfecting, "Does it hurt?"
Bai Yang shook his head.
Wen Chuo was happy, even though he didn't speak, he could not understand himself.
Liu Mengmeng wrapped the gauze, and then said: "The wound should not be wetted with water. Leave the bowl. I will wash it later. You can clean the stove and tidy up the stove."
He said to Wen Chuo: "Come here to check out, don't want to eat for nothing!"
After speaking, he raised the curtain and walked out.
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 in you, I didn't have a word of truth in my mouth all day," Liu Mengmeng used a calculator to settle the account, and finally felt that his craftsmanship was not good and he was embarrassed to ask for more. He gave Wen Chuo a 30% discount against Feng Shu's sleepy eyes .
It was more than one hundred yuan, not too expensive. Wen Chuo counted a hundred dollars and gave it to her. Liu Mengmeng saw that he still had a few red tickets in his pocket, and said very strangely: "Oh, it's really rare, your old man is more than rare. Money, should you make a fortune?"
"I'll come to your house to eat if I get rich?" Wen Chuo shook the money left in his hand, and looked at her with his cheek: "See you, all my wealth, beauty, if you are pitiful and pity me, lend me some money, I Thank you forever."
Liu Mengmeng gave him a white look: "Blindly tease every day, and run away after the tease, whoever believes your nonsense, don't borrow, no money."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows and lit a cigarette, with a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth. He knew that Liu Mengmeng liked him, but he felt that this like was too shallow.
Others like him, but it doesn’t mean that they owe him. Borrowing is love, not borrowing is duty. But in the eyes of Wen Chuo, who has a crooked root, borrowing means really likes him. false.
Wen Chuo moved his fingers to ruin Bai Yang's family, and even if he worked Liu Mengmeng, he might not be able to cheat him. What's the difference? Probably, in Bai Yang's heart, he is the most important, but Liu Mengmeng In Meng's heart, there are many things that are superior to Wen Chuo.
Smoky, with a smile on Wen Chuo's eyes, he asked Liu Mengmeng again: "Beauty, really don't borrow?"
Liu Mengmeng snorted and walked into the kitchen: "No."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows and extinguished the smoke proudly: "If you don't borrow, you won't borrow."
Sure enough, Bai Yang treated him best.
Sometimes I think about it, maybe I can't meet another person like that in my life.
Wen Chuo walked outside the door, but saw that Bai Yang was packing up the leftovers. He couldn't help but stop, and went back, leaning in front of Bai Yang to look at him carefully, and did not speak.
Bai Yang wiped the table, but Jian Wenchuo suddenly hooked his finger: "Hey, come here, I will tell you a secret."
Uncle Feng was behind the counter, seeing Bai Yang slowly leaning his head over, while Wen Chuo blocked his mouth, bent over and said something in his ear, then opened the door and went out. The rag in Bai Yang's hand fell off. To the ground.
Uncle Feng asked: "What did the kid tell you?"
"..."
Wen Chuo didn't say anything, he just kissed Bai Yang.
In the afternoon, the sun was not as strong as noon, and Wen Chuo walked out of the restaurant when he just met Lightning and they were wandering on the street in groups.
"Hey, Wen Chuo, the Internet cafe has a new game. Let's try it together. I think it's not bad."
There was only a layer of stubble left on Lightning's hair, but he still stubbornly kept the somewhat silly lightning pattern. Wen Chuo jumped on the spot twice, as if he was moving his muscles and bones and thinking, and finally lifted his chin: "Go, go to the Internet cafe."
Wen Chuo started playing games in Internet cafes at the beginning of junior high school, playing games every day, and he has several high-level game accounts in his hands. If you are short of money, you will sell one. If you are short of money, you will sell one. Now there is only one. .
The Internet cafe was smoky. Some powerful people had soaked here for half a month and didn't go home. Wen Chuo found a spot and found that the keyboard was full of dandruff, the earphones were greasy, and his face changed position with a cold face.
He sat on the computer chair with his legs up, and then hung up the phone to sell, waiting for others to contact him. The boss was selling instant noodles. He patted him when he saw him: "Hey hey, feet."
He couldn't admire the Wen Chuo gang, and he frowned upon seeing him. For a period of time, he charged a few dollars more than others, and the things he sold were all expired food.
Wen Chuo lifted his eyelids and lowered his legs.
The boss murmured: "What kind of quality, everyone is scared to see you guys, and you have made enemies in your last life."
Wen Chuo raised his eyebrows: "You can't be a father and son without hatred, do you think I look like your father?"
"Hey--!"
After hearing the words, the boss put the instant noodles on the table heavily, and pointed to Wen Chuo and said, "How do you guys talk, if you have the ability, tell me again!"
Lightning and they were all nearby. Hearing the words, they stood up and slapped the keyboard together: "Oh, I said you look like our son. What's wrong? Didn't you hear clearly?"
"There is nothing wrong with what Wen Chuo said. You can't be a father and son without hatred."
The boss was annoyed, and pointed at them and said: "Go on! I won't do your business! There are things that are born and taught by mothers!"
Wen Chuo just sold the account. He pulled the chair away, expressionless, nodded the boss's head in the air, and walked out in the other's somewhat horrified eyes. Lightning and the others looked at each other, reacted and followed after him. Get out.
"Hey hey, Wen Chuo, what are you going to do, we have paid all the money, don't play for nothing, don't play."
Wen Chuo turned over and sat on the railing, a little irritable: "Fart, no one will play him."
Lightning scratched his hair, a little depressed: "My "Desperate" has just started, and I will stop cooking before it hits, hey!"
The small four eyes next to him said: "What are you afraid of? You are not the only one. Many people are stuck in the elementary level. Even Jiu Zang, the anchor on the hero list, has only passed the first level."
"Desperate" is a new shootout game with a high degree of difficulty, and the developer has strong financial resources. It has found many well-known anchors to promote it. Now it has just been launched and has been popular among the public. Unfortunately, many people have not figured out the key. A lot of people were turned off.
This game has been popular for a long time in my previous life, and Wen Chuo is tired of playing it. When I heard Lightning and the others talking about it, a thought came to my heart. Others would not play "Desperate", he would, he would bring a novice to pass the level online and form a group once. With a wave, it adds up to not a small amount...
The more Wen Chuo thought about it, the more he felt feasible, but he was stumped by a new problem—he didn't have a computer.
Linxian is a small area, and there are only two Internet cafes in total, and it’s not a problem to go inside every day. You still have to buy your own computer, but what should I do if the money is not enough.
Wen Chuo couldn't help thinking of Bai Yang...
【Ding! Please the host consciously abide by the law of self-improvement, the corresponding health value will be deducted if violated]
Wen Chuo got a headache when he heard the sound of "ding", raised his eyebrows and asked, "Borrowing money is considered to be 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 mad, because he really didn't intend to pay it back. He took a deep breath and then sneered, "Borrowing some money will deduct your health. Have you killed a lot of hosts?"
【……】
Wen Chuo lit a cigarette: "Let's talk, you have a few lives on your hand, so I have a mental preparation."
[...Please don't slander the system king! ! ! 】
The conscience of heaven and earth, it has always just frightened and frightened the host, and it has never really deducted their health.
The system felt that its kindness was slandered.