In the end, Shi Lei still didn't put on Ouyang Xiang's slippers!

This made Ouyang Xiang's perception of Shi Lei further improved.

In the morning, when Shi Lei woke up, Ouyang Xiang had already left.

looked at his mobile phone and found that it was only eight o'clock, and Shi Lei, who had skipped class for several days, decided to go to school to show his face.

Shi Lei's cooking skills naturally make it impossible to make breakfast by himself.

Outside Shuangqing University, in the back streets and alleys, there are countless breakfast stalls.

Still wearing a cheap T-shirt and jeans from a stall, Shi Lei walked to the back street.

Breakfast in the back street, Shi Lei likes a lot of things!

Whether it is crystal wontons, mash dumplings, or spicy noodles, they are all Shi Lei's favorites.

Walking to the familiar stalls, the two square tables were already seated with guests.

At one of the tables, four people were seated.

At the other table, there was a young man with his head bowed, and a little girl who looked to be about five years old.

The little girl was eating the crystal ravioli, and the young man just looked down at the little girl eating.

Shi Lei sat opposite the young man, and then shouted: "Lao Zhao, come and copy your hands!" ”

"Medium spicy, order more!"

Hearing Shi Lei's familiar tone, the young man with his head down, his clenched fist hidden under the table, slowly let go.

The so-called copying hand is wonton, which is just the local name of Shuangqing City.

Lao Zhao is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties, but he is actually only in his forties!

It's just that the long-term life of getting up early and touching the dark has made the years more precipitated in him.

"Coming soon!"

Lao Zhao responded.

The little girl at the same table scooped up a wonton with a spoon and said in a milky voice: "Uncle, don't you eat it?" ”

The young man who was called Uncle shook his head slightly.

responded in a hearty voice: "Uncle is not hungry, Xiaoling is good, eat by yourself." ”

The little girl named Xiaoling, with an innocent expression, asked, "Uncle, are you really not hungry?" ”

"But you didn't eat last night!"

The accents of the two are not the local dialect of Shuangqing City.

Shi Lei barely understood the little girl's words, and turned his head to look at the man with his head down.

This made the young man's hands, hidden under the table, clenched tightly again.

After a few casual glances, Shi Lei guessed the situation in front of him in his mind.

It's just that the young man has no money when he encounters some difficulties!

Thinking of this, Shi Lei shouted again: "Lao Zhao, cook me another bowl, it's not spicy, three taels!" ”

The young man, with his head down, raised slightly, as if he wanted to observe Shi Lei.

Shi Lei smiled and said, "Brother, count me as inviting you!" ”

The young man hesitated for a moment, and then said politely: "Xie Lu Xie!" ”

Shi Lei responded: "When you go out, who doesn't have a difficulty or something? ”

"You're welcome!"

After a while, two bowls of three taels of crystal wontons were served.

Shi Lei took out the money, not only paid the bill for two bowls of wontons and three taels, but also paid for Xiaoling's share.

The young man took Shi Lei's actions in his eyes, and his eyes showed a look of emotion.

"Thank you again, friend!"

After a moment's hesitation, the young man continued: "Today's love will be rewarded!" ”

Shi Lei didn't take it seriously, and began to eat crystal wontons in a gobbling up.

Shi Lei's eating appearance made the little girl named Xiaoling giggle.

"Uncle, why do you eat so fast?"

"No one is robbing you."

Uncle!

Shi Lei looked helpless!

Does he really look like an uncle?

"Little one, uncle is in a hurry to go to class!"

As he spoke, Shi Lei continued to use chopsticks with his right hand to pick up the crystal wontons and send them to his mouth, and reached out to the napkin box with his left hand. …,