"Your rules are really interesting." Sun Xiaoli was used to seeing the greasy uncle, and suddenly felt that Zheng Ming was a little cute. She smiled and lit a cigarette: "Do you want to inquire about my age and pursue me?" ”

Zheng Ming didn't speak, he handed the other party's name and birthday into the kitchen window, Old Man Zheng was busy in the kitchen, he wanted Old Man Zheng to see it himself.

A minute later, Zheng Ming walked up to Sun Xiaoli, smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry, it's not suitable for you to eat angelica ginseng chicken soup today." ”

Sun Xiaoli's face changed, and then she smiled again: "Are you kidding me?" If you're sold out, I'll change the ......."

"No, you're not fit for soup today." Zheng Ming said very directly.

Sun Xiaoli straightened her face, she worked hard all night, and howled with the guests for half the night, just wanting to drink a bowl of hot soup, but was rejected by force, which made her angry.

"Are you still in business?!" Sun Xiaoli slapped the table suddenly.

"You can eat something other than soup." Zheng Ming didn't want to quarrel with her, he just came to Tianxiang Pavilion to help his grandfather, and he had to go to work at the police station during the day.

Sun Xiaoli sneered: "What if the old lady has to drink?" ”

Zheng Ming said lightly: "I advise you not to take risks, we are also for your good." ”

"If you have money or not, what kind of store are you opening?" Sun Xiaoli was anxious.

Zheng Ming said: "Of course money is important, but your life is more important. We don't earn your money, but we can't save your life. ”

Sun Xiaoli said disdainfully: "So, I still want to thank you?" ”

"Not necessarily."

"Okay, then I'll pack a soup and go back to my cousin to drink, so it's okay, okay?" After Sun Xiaoli finished speaking, she wrote another line on the paper: Zhao Shanshan, February 13, 1990.

Of course, this is made up by her, and she doesn't want to be entangled with Zheng Ming. If it weren't for the best supper here, she would have changed to another one long ago.

Ten minutes later, Sun Xiaoli left Tianxiang Pavilion with the packaged angelica ginseng chicken soup, got into a taxi, and disappeared into the night.

After Sun Xiaoli left, an old man with gray hair walked out of the kitchen. He took a dry tobacco pouch from the counter, lit it slowly, took two puffs, and sighed heavily.

"Yueru will come tomorrow, you can go to work with peace of mind, and you don't have to come to accompany me every night." Old man Zheng said.

Zheng Ming yawned, took out his "Marlboro", and also ordered one: "Do you old man know what my biggest hobby is?" ”

"One is smoking, the other is sleeping." Old man Zheng said.

"Yes, you let me be here, so I can't sleep, I suddenly feel that life is very boring." Zheng Ming put on a listless look.

Old man Zheng looked at the dark night outside the door, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "It's better to be boring than lifeless." ”

"No life......" Zheng Ming frowned: "Do you think Sun Xiaoli will drink soup?" ”

Old man Zheng didn't speak, just smoked. Sometimes, not answering is also an answer.

The winter nights are the coldest, and the north wind howls by, as if tearing the earth mercilessly.

I thought the dream was going to end there, and I wanted to wake up soon. But I tried to open my eyes, but in the end, my efforts were in vain.