"Ah, wife, I want a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, no duck intestines, just duck liver, and another cage of soup dumplings." Wen Feng looked up at He Baobao with a big grin and said.

At this time, He Baobao, who seemed to be smiling, was collapsed in his heart, what? Shout me what? Wife? Okay, take advantage of me. He deliberately shouted so loudly, for fear that the people around him wouldn't hear it.

Hearing Wen Feng naturally shouting He Baobao's wife, the ten thousand grass and mud horses in Qin Ming's heart were not only running wildly, but also while running, which was uncomfortable.

"It's 16 pieces in total." He Baobao glanced at Wen Feng angrily.

"Wife, aren't all the financial power of our family with you? You see, you'll give me cigarette money a month. How much money do I have to spare? Besides, I'm still unemployed, don't I expect you to feed me every day. Wen Feng said shamelessly, as if this unemployment was such a noble thing.

What the? This guy is still a little white face who depends on women to support him? Qin Ming's heart collapsed even more. Looking at Wen Feng, his eyes began to be full of anger.

He Baobao was even more angry and pulled Wen Feng's ears up from the chair, and whispered in his ear: "Okay, you are really similar, I invited you to this meal, but I got him away when I was queuing, I saw that he couldn't eat, he couldn't get him away, you bear the consequences!" After saying this, Feng turned to him with a smile and said, "You drink some water first, and I'll go to the queue." ”

Seeing He Baobao join the crowd in line, Qin Ming took a small porcelain spoon and drank duck blood vermicelli soup spoonful by spoonful. From time to time, he looked up at the guy looking around on the other side, and now the more he looked, the more he felt that he had an advantage, this guy was a little more handsome than himself, a little taller and more powerful than himself, what was it. Without work, everything is in vain. Immediately, the superiority of the heart was plump again, and the ten thousand grass and mud horses in the heart disappeared without a trace.

"Xiaowen, what did you do before? Our municipal party committee just wants to recruit a group of security guards and cleaners, let me introduce you to it. He pretended to be gentle and said to Wen Feng.

"Look at my thin skin and tender meat, how do you do it as a security guard, plus I'm timid, my legs are weak when I see a knife, no, it's not that piece of material." Wen Feng's head shook like a rattle.

"Then you can't rely on the baby, right?" Qin Ming frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"Ah, my baby doesn't mind, I don't eat much, I don't have any hobbies, basically raising me is no different from having a pet." Wen Feng said with an unscrupulous smile.

Ah, I can't stand it, why do girls like this kind of flamboyant bad man? Those grass and mud horses appeared again in Qin Ming's heart.

At this time, a grandmother who sold Wang eggs happened to walk to the door of the shop, "Ah, Grandma gave me two Wang eggs." Wen Feng took out his wallet and shouted to the grandmother who had just put down her burden and rested at the door.

"4 yuan, do you want salt and pepper?" Grandma walked to the table with the pot.

Qin Ming's eyes widened as he watched Wen Feng check out 4 steel hammers from the bulging wallet full of hundred-yuan bills and handed them to Grandma, didn't this guy say that he had no money? How to ...... now?

Wen Feng was not afraid of being burned, and picked up two steaming hot eggs from the pot empty-handed.

"Really, don't want salt and pepper?" Grandma took the steel hammer, looked at the young man and picked up 2 Wang eggs, shook her head, returned to the door, and continued to shout and sell Wang Dan.

"Section Chief Qin, do you want to eat?" Wen Feng accompanied the smiling face and diligently took a Wang egg and handed it to Qin Ming.

"No, no, I don't eat this kind of thing." Qin Ming waved his hand in disgust and refused.

"Then you're not going to be happy." The corners of Wen Feng's seemingly smiling mouth showed a subtle smirk. He took back the Wang Dan, covered it with his little thumb nail and cut out a small hole in the tip of the egg, sucked the liquid in the small hole, and smiled with satisfaction, "It's so fresh, this Wang Dan is the real egg, there are chickens and eggs in it, delicious." ”

Seeing Wen Feng licking his tongue and knowing whether this egg was a formed or unformed chick, Qin Ming's stomach had a feeling of nausea wanting to vomit, this guy was really disgusting.

"Ah, why don't you eat it?" Wen Feng pretended to be puzzled and looked at Qin Ming, who had not moved for a long time, while peeling the eggshell neatly, the blood and chicken feathers on the peeling eggshell made Qin Ming's stomach tumble even more. The pervert was still licking the liquid on the large eggshell. A girl on the table next to her couldn't stand it anymore, covered her mouth and quickly left her seat.

Wen Feng threw the licked eggshell on the table, looked at Qin Ming, who was disgusting, and said, "Section Chief Qin, seeing you eating this duck blood vermicelli soup, I suddenly remembered a joke, don't mind if I tell it to you." ”

"Say it, say it." I hope that the guy on the other side won't be disgusting himself, Qin Ming responded against his will.

"Ah, that's right." Wen Feng pretended to sit up straight, and while continuing to peel the eggshell, he looked at Qin Ming and said: "There is a person who likes to eat duck blood vermicelli soup very much, and he only goes to one store regularly, because he thinks that the duck blood vermicelli soup is very suitable for his taste, and it is also very delicious. One day, he went home after working overtime and went to that store again, and as soon as he sat down, he ordered a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup. The waiter came to him and said, "Sir, you are late, the duck blood vermicelli soup has been purchased, and we are about to wait for the two tables to leave. The man was not happy: I am a frequent visitor here, and if I have to eat duck blood vermicelli soup today, you have to buy it for me, and I will wait here. The waiter had no choice but to say, "Wait, I'll go talk to the boss." He waited a little impatiently, and it was very unpleasant to watch others eat, so he only swallowed saliva. At this time, he saw that there was a duck blood vermicelli soup at the next table that didn't move, so he walked over and said politely: Sir, can you sell your duck blood vermicelli soup to me if it doesn't move? The man also said generously: You can take it, and you don't want the money. He quickly ate half of the bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup, and when he was enjoying it, he suddenly noticed a mouse with full hair at the bottom of the bowl. I was sick to my stomach, nauseated, and vomited out all the food I had just eaten, a full bowl. At this time, the person at the table also finished eating, and he came over and said: I just reported the same as you, it's disgusting. ”

Seeing that the people around him were covering their mouths and leaving, Qin Ming could also listen to the stomach for a while, how could there be such a person. If it weren't for the idea of waiting for He Baobao to come back and be courteous, it is estimated that he would have fled like the people around him at this time.

A girl with a low vomit point looked at the two of them in disgust, and just past their table, she couldn't bear it anymore, and vomited violently at the swill bucket at the door, which pushed the food in Qin Ming's stomach to her throat. He glared at Wen Feng with extreme force, but when he saw the fluffy and wet dead chicken that had just been shelled in Wen Feng's hand, he thought of the dead mouse at the bottom of the bowl in the joke. He stood up abruptly and covered his mouth and ran quickly towards the door, only to reach the door when he could no longer bear it, and vomited violently against the door frame.

"What's the matter with you? It's not called asking people to do business anymore! The grandmother at the door reprimanded loudly in dissatisfaction. Qin Ming's face was also flushed with shame, and before he could finish spitting, he wiped his mouth while quickly escaping from the small shop that made him lose his oceanic appearance. This man is such a strange man, you can be careful not to fall into my hands.

"Hehe, see if you continue to endure it, I have more disgusting stories of beggars eating in the future." Looking at Qin Ming, who was fleeing in the wilderness, Wen Feng smiled and picked up chopsticks and took out a soup bag from Qin Ming's motionless steamer and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Huh? Why is there no one around? He Baobao walked to the table with a tray of soup dumplings and two bowls of duck blood vermicelli soup, and watched Wen Feng leisurely eating soup dumplings from the steamer on Qin Ming's side just now.

"It's your boyfriend, he's such a weird." A middle-aged man shook his head as he passed by and said, "It's disgusting to talk about such a disgusting thing early in the morning." ”

He Baobao was embarrassed to accompany him, watching the middle-aged man leave, putting down the tray and looking curiously at Wen Feng, who was eating steamed buns leisurely, "What about Qin Ming?" What did you just do? Makes people so angry? ”

"Ah, it's nothing, I just told Section Chief Qin a joke." Wen Feng unceremoniously took out the bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup full of duck liver from the tray.

Seeing that there was no one on the other side, He Baobao naturally sat opposite him. "Where did you get the eggs?" Seeing Wen Feng peeling the egg in her hand, she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, Grandma's Wang Dan at the door. To eat or not to eat? Wen Feng pretended to hand the Wang egg that had just opened the top cover to He Baobao.

"Hurry up and take it for me, don't put such a disgusting thing in front of me." He Baobao looked at the open top cover in front of him with a disgusted face, and he could vaguely see the hot egg with the head of the chicken inside.

"You really won't enjoy it, the soup in the Wang egg is the heavenly soup, it is delicious, think about this is the soup of a whole chicken, ah, delicious." Wen Feng squinted his eyes and sucked the liquid in the egg with great enjoyment.

"You're disgusting." He Baobao glanced at him with disdain, picked up the spoon and drank his duck blood vermicelli soup.

"Ha want, yes (and chili oil)?" Wen Feng authentically said Ningcheng's nationally renowned dialect, while opening the chili oil bottle and handing it to He Baobao.

"Hahaha, you're talking like an old city southerner." He Baobao pursed his lips and smiled as he scooped up a large spoonful of chili oil and added it to the soup. "What did you just say? Got rid of that nasty so quickly. As he spoke, he took a soup bag from the steamer, carefully bit the thin dough, and slowly took a small sip of the soup inside, "Ah, it's so hot." ”

"Ah, I just told a story about duck blood vermicelli soup, do you want to hear it again?" Wen Feng peeled the eggshell and said with a wicked smile.

"Shut up! The joke of that rat at the bottom of the bowl is disgusting. He Baobao glanced at Wen Feng with dissatisfaction.

"It's a pity, so you've heard of it." Wen Feng said and threw the little chick that was still fluffy and wet after peeling the shell into his duck blood vermicelli soup and stirred it with a spoon.

Looking at the little chicken in his bowl that was half floating in the soup, He Baobao frowned, and couldn't help but think of the mouse at the bottom of the bowl in that disgusting joke. "You're disgusting."

After a moment of coldness, He Baobao looked at Wen Feng, who was eating soup dumplings and drinking vermicelli soup with a big spoon, and couldn't help but feel a little strange feeling in the deer in his heart, we seem to be dating. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. "Why don't you eat duck intestines?" She asked softly.

"Ah, I'm sick with my intestines and stuff, and I want to throw up just thinking about what they used to be in. And they taste like those stuff too. Wen Feng drank the soup, frowned, and said leisurely.

"You...... You...... Can I still eat well with you? He Baobao pushed the bowl in front of him nauseously, "Don't eat it!" Drink your rat soup slowly. With that, he stood up, took his helmet and turned around and left.

"Wife, when will we meet again next time?" Behind him, Wen Feng shouted evilly.

"See your sister." He Baobao didn't reply with hatred.

"What a disgusting guy." He Baobao started the locomotive with a pout, just wanting to leave. Behind him, a toll collector hurriedly came.

"Wait, comrade, you haven't paid the parking fee yet?" The toll collector panted and said, "It's a total of 8 yuan." ”

"What? I'm a motorcycle. He Baobao said dissatisfiedly.

"Parking in this parking space, there is a charge for motor vehicles, don't you see this is a rule in the city." The toll collector said with a smile.

"Then it won't cost 8 yuan? It's only been a few minutes, huh? He Baobao said helplessly.

"Oh, isn't this your husband's car? I was having dinner at Ma Kee's just now, but I heard him say that you are in charge of the finances of your family. The toll collector said happily.

"Okay, you ask him for money, I just gave him back the financial power." He Baobao's brain was completely messed up, and he replied angrily, and then turned the accelerator, and the locomotive roared out of the parking space, "What, I encountered something unpleasant early in the morning, and I had a husband for myself to eat breakfast!" ”