Since he couldn't go to the troupe today, Ji Xiaohe had no choice but to call the head of the troupe and ask for a day of sick leave. Anyway, there are no new dramas to rehearse recently, and the head of the troupe didn't ask anything more, so he agreed to her sick leave.

The residence where Ji Xiaohe lives now was rented recently. In order to pay off the loan shark that Zhang Shuo owed before, she secretly sold the two-bedroom house that her father bought for her, which was the house where she and Zhang Shuo lived together.

Although there were many good memories of her and Zhang Shuo here, in order to help Zhang Shuo pay off her debts, she still resolutely sold it.

Of course, her mother didn't know about this, and in order to find a reasonable excuse, she excused herself by saying that the location of her house was too far away from the troupe, so she rented a house near the troupe, so that she didn't have to get up so early to go to work every day.

Of course, Ji Xiaohe's mother hopes that her daughter can live more comfortably, so this reason is naturally recognized. Fortunately, Ji Xiaohe's father doesn't come to Shengjing often, and he doesn't talk to his mother much, otherwise this matter is really easy to help.

The residence rented by Ji Xiaohe is a high-rise apartment less than a kilometer away from his troupe, although it is a little smaller than the house he sold, but after all, it is a well-decorated house, and the facilities in the room are also very complete.

In particular, the floor is on the 28th floor, and the view is quite good. Every time he returns home, Ji Xiaohe likes to hold a cup of hot milk tea, sit in the chic bay window and read a book, as if he is perfectly combined with his surroundings, and his body seems to be suspended in the air, which is so comfortable and leisurely.

Since I don't have to go to work today, I can also relax, so Ji Xiaohe took out his mobile phone and chose his favorite Shengjing auspicious wonton on a takeaway app.

Although Ji Xiaohe came out to live in school by herself very early, her cooking skills were simply terrible, and in those days with Zhang Shuo, Zhang Shuo basically cooked for her. And Zhang Shuo is not only first-class in photography, but also very good at cooking.

Since he left Zhang Shuo, Ji Xiaohe's life mode has once again entered the era of takeaway. Whenever he eats unsatisfactory food, Ji Xiaohe will miss the meals made by Zhang Shuo.

In the days when I was with Zhang Shuo, I also tried to cook. Once, on the day when Zhang Shuo went abroad to participate in the art week and was about to return, Ji Xiaohe was a big cook and went to the supermarket to buy a bunch of ingredients. After coming back, she made the recipe step by step, but until Zhang Shuo came back, she was still fighting on the front line of the kitchen.

When a few dishes were put on the table, a look of horror and surprise appeared in Zhang Shuo's eyes. I saw a plate of black things on the plate, and people didn't have any appetite, let alone eat it.

Since then, Zhang Shuo has given Ji Xiaohe the nickname of a dark cooking master. Since then, Ji Xiaohe has vowed never to learn to cook again. Everything is talented, and if you don't have the talent to cook, why force yourself to learn! This is also Ji Xiaohe's survival creed, since he is not good at what he is good at, then leave it to someone who is good at it.

Ji Xiaohe finished ordering, and then made a cup of his favorite vanilla-flavored milk tea in the kitchen.

When I returned to the bedroom, I turned on my mini stereo, played my favorite Beethoven Piano Concerto No. 5, took the hot milk tea in my hand, sat down in front of the bay window, and began to continue to look at the book "If Tomorrow Comes" written by Sidney Sheldon that he had not finished reading.

Although Ji Xiaohe should be reading novels with themes such as domineering presidents that are popular at the moment, by chance, after seeing Zhang Shuo holding a copy of "Woe to the Wall" written by Sidney Shelton, she was deeply fascinated by this famous novelist of the last century.

However, the legendary life of this novelist also deeply fascinated Ji Xiaohe, who is a post-90s generation. Even Sidney Sheldon's death has made Ji Xiaohe think he has fallen in love with him and his work.

Ji Xiaohe was sitting in front of the bay window, savoring the charm of this work, when the doorbell of the room suddenly rang.

opened the door, and there was a dusty courier guy standing at the door, holding a takeaway in his hand, smiling at her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, ma'am, this is the takeout you ordered."

Ji Xiaohe was about to reach out and take it, but saw that the courier brother suddenly put back the plastic bag in his hand, and then said apologetically: "I'm sorry, it may have been a bump on the road just now, and this soup has been spilled, or I'll give you another one!" You'll just have to wait another 10 minutes. ”

Ji Xiaohe looked at the takeaway in the takeaway brother's hand suspiciously, only to find that the wonton soup in the plastic bag had all been spilled, and now some of the soup was still dripping at the door.

Ji Xiaohe was also very helpless, so he had to nod at the courier brother, and then prepared to close the door.

"Wait, this lady."

"Anything else?" Ji Xiaohe asked, holding the doorknob.

"Well, can you confirm the receipt first, my order has already been delivered. Now the packaging is damaged due to my personal reasons, so the loss of this order is compensated by me personally. This lady, I promise to deliver the takeaway you want in a moment, and see if you can help me confirm the receipt first. The takeaway brother looked at Ji Xiaohe with a begging look in his eyes.

Ji Xiaohe has called for takeout so many times, and there are too many things like this. There was even a time when Ji Xiaohe almost got into a fight with the old man who delivered the takeaway, because the takeaway was delivered more than an hour late, who is not angry about it!

In fact, Ji Xiaohe is not too serious and not so arrogant at all, so when he saw the sincere begging gaze of this takeaway brother, he said: "Okay, master, you go and change it quickly, I will confirm the acceptance of this order first." You don't have to rush, ride slowly. ”

"Thank you so much, I'll go change it for you." The courier brother clasped his hands together towards Ji Xiaohe, and then turned around and left.

Ji Xiaohe closed the door, shook his head helplessly, and prepared to go to the bedroom to continue reading the book. But before I got to the bedroom door, the mini speaker of Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 5 was playing, and suddenly there was no sound.

Ji Xiaohe walked a few steps, came to the bedroom, and checked the circuit of the stereo, no problem! Then I went to the kitchen again, opened the refrigerator and looked, oh! It turned out to be a power outage.

What's the whole thing, but I live on the 28th floor, if I don't call, my mother will come for a while, why go upstairs? Wrong! I'm afraid the little brother who delivered the food just went downstairs at this time, and if he doesn't call for a while, how can he send the takeaway upstairs! He wouldn't climb the 28-story stairs by himself!

Ji Xiaohe looked down from the window of the kitchen balcony, hoping to see the takeaway guy. Thinking of this, she remembered that she had just promised someone that she would first confirm the receipt of the takeaway, and hurriedly ran back to the bedroom to confirm the receipt of the takeaway order for the wonton on her mobile phone.

After doing this, she ran to the balcony to look down, but because the floor of her house was too high, looking at the car below was the size of a grain of rice, let alone looking at people, it was a black spot.

Time passed minute by minute, and 10 minutes passed in a blink of an eye, Ji Xiaohe thought to himself that the takeaway brother would not be so stupid to deliver the takeaway, maybe he would wait downstairs for a call. Today's power outage, there is no prior notice in the community, maybe it is a temporary power outage, maybe a call will come in one go!

About 10 minutes passed, and there was a knock on the door of Ji Xiaohe's house, 'Knock knock......

Ji Xiaohe ran to the door and opened the door, only to see the sweaty takeaway guy standing outside, who reluctantly smiled at Ji Xiaohe, gasped and said, "This lady, this is ...... It's your takeaway, finally delivered to you. ”

Ji Xiaohe took the takeaway and said sympathetically: "You must know that the power is out, you just wait below for a while, you really climbed to the 28th floor!" ”

The takeaway brother Yile said, "It's nothing! If only you gave a good review, well, goodbye! With that, he turned around and walked towards the door of the fire escape with heavy steps.