Approaching dusk, the electric car stopped in front of a small shop with "fragrant rice bowls".

Li Zhong took off his helmet and walked inside.

The appearance of his head covered in dry blood frightened several guests who were about to enter the door for dinner.

Li Chong didn't care so much, and after entering the door, he shouted at the back kitchen: "Sister Xiang, I'm here to pick up the food, you put it on the counter." I'll go to your house and wash my hair first. ”

With that, he also walked to the staircase against the wall of the shop, and went up in three steps and two steps.

A pretty figure came out of the back kitchen, and the fragrant proprietress Sister Xiang could hear Li Chong's voice, but she was still a little surprised to see the figure with blood stains on her back.

She opened her mouth to ask what was going on.

But when a guest enters the door, she can only greet the customer first.

Here Li re-ascended the stairs, passed through a small door on the second floor, and one floor further up, there was a small old-fashioned apartment.

When you enter the door, you can see simple furniture.

It's not the first time Li Chong has come here, he used to help Sister Xiang carry things up, and he has long been familiar with everything in the house, and he subconsciously walked in the direction of the bathroom.

But halfway through, my eyes were attracted by half of the sour and hot potato shredded rice bowl on the table.

This should be Sister Xiang's breakfast, the rice is cold.

Li Chong didn't know what to think, so he reached out and picked up the disposable chopsticks and picked them up a few times on the plate.

"The thickness of the shredded potatoes is uneven, and the knife work is too poor.

The green peppers are fried too old and the heat is too poor.

The vinegar is too small, and the color is too poor.

The rice is steamed too soft, and it is still re-warmed overnight rice.

It's just good for nothing!

Can this thing be eaten?

Do you know how to cook?"

Li Chong muttered to himself, and suddenly felt an urge to pull the person who made this rice bowl over to educate him well.

The impulse was only for a moment, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"What's wrong with me?

Isn't it just a dish of shredded potatoes topped with rice?

I used to think Sister Xiang was doing a good job. ”

Full of inexplicable feelings, he subconsciously raised his hand to stroke his forehead, touched the dry blood stains, and then remembered that he had gone upstairs to wash his hair.

Time waits for no one, and there are still orders to be delivered.

Wash your hair, dry it, and you're done in two minutes!

Look up at yourself in the mirror.

"Hey, I feel so handsome, I have a window glass on my head, I am not disfigured, but I have a plastic surgery?"

He raised his eyebrows in the mirror, picked up his dirty overalls, and walked downstairs quickly.

It was dinner time, and there was an endless stream of customers in the store, which showed that Sister Xiang's cooking skills were definitely good.

But when he came to the counter, Li Zhong was dumbfounded.

"Sister Xiang, where's my list?"

"In ...... Ah, I forgot!"

Sister Xiang, who was the cashier behind the counter, replied casually, and before Li Zhong could say anything, a customer in the store shouted: "Boss, is my meal ready?"

"Ah, right away, here it is. ”

Sister Xiang trotted all the way to the back kitchen.

Li Zhong followed and walked backwards.

"Sister Xiang, don't forget a word and send it to me. I'm about to run out of time. ”

"Ah, don't you see that I'm busy. ”

Sister Xiang personally started the fire and prepared to stir-fry.

Li Chong realized that there was only Sister Xiang alone in the back kitchen.

"What about Aunt Wang? What about Xiao Liu? Why are you alone?"

"Xiao Liu has returned to her hometown, and Aunt Wang went out early this morning and twisted her feet and couldn't come. Li Chong, I'm really too busy, you wait. ”

"I can wait, but I can't wait!"

Li Chong was also anxious, but in a hurry, he couldn't help frowning deeply when he saw Sister Xiang hurriedly stir-frying.

"It's on fire!"

He shouted such a sentence coldly, which startled Sister Xiang.

"What's the fire?"

"The oil is so hot that the chopped green onions are going to burn. I said, Sister Xiang, do you know how to stir-fry?"

Li Chong's tone was very bad.

It was the first time for Sister Xiang to see such a bad attitude of this guy, and her heart instantly became angry.

"I don't know how to stir-fry, will you?

Sister Xiang just said this casually.

Who knows, Li Chong took a step forward.

"I'll come, I'll come!"