Small restaurants not far from the village. For the sake of loving RMB. The boss also moves fast. Spread his legs along the path and trot. Bring two feet of mud back to the store. Umbrella collected. There's a pot of water boiling here. Chickens are being killed over there.

Brother Rooster, who was so hungry that his eyes were glowing green, saw that the boss began to the guy and kill the chicken. Immediately rolled up his sleeves. Join hands on the side to help stir up the chicken's blood. The water is boiling. Shedding. Chop into chunks. Then dig some muddy potatoes from the ground. Scrape the skin. Diced. Fragrant chicken stew with potatoes. There is also a large bowl of chicken blood soup with chopped green onion and ginger. Then stir-fry a dried tofu with sharp peppers. Simmer a large pot of rice. Steaming on the table.

The owner's craftsmanship is so-so. But the best thing is the freshness of the ingredients. The free-range chicken is smooth and tender. Jiang Chengzhuo was hungry enough. Five-point food can also be eaten very sweet. One head stuck in the rice bowl. I don't lift my head when I eat.

Jiang Chengzhuo just ate it here. Jiang Jieyun also ran in from outside with his head in his arms. It's as wet as a chicken in soup. Head-to-toe dripping water.

I entered the shop. At first sight, even the guest with the boss. There were only two of them. Still two males. The shop is shabby. But the place is also spacious. The cleanliness maniac immediately opened the leather handbag generously. Begin to get clean clothes, shoes, and white towels outside. And asked the boss for a big basin of hot water. The scene stripped naked naked. Meticulously washed up.

His slick movement of peeling onions. Let the boss simply look straight. Then I began to feel empty. This kid asked for hot water just now. I also want a big pot. He didn't know what he was going to do. He has a big pot in his small shop. It's the one that just faded the chicken feathers.

And looking at Jiang Jieyun's hard work. The boss was deeply suspicious. This is washing. Or peeling. How can I look more serious and thorough than I just cleaned up and defeathered the chickens? It's a weirdo every year. Today there are especially many.

Jiang Chengzhuo was busy. Taking advantage of the time to stuff rice in his mouth, he raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Jieyun. Then I snorted softly in my heart. Cut. Defect.

It's easy to wash. Fold the clothes and shoes that were splashed with mud and put them in a plastic bag and seal them. Young Master Jiang drank hot tea. Pick up the menu on the table and start ordering. It can well be imagined. It's also something to be wanted.

The boss once again took out the mental outlook of the dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, and reported the name of a bunch of green vegetables. Young Master Jiang, who was born with a bad stomach, listened to it and his mouth was full of astringency.

In terms of the ability to starve. Jiang Jieyun is also a good player. But I couldn't stand the bad weather and my stomach aching from hunger. You can't bear it if you don't eat it. But the absence of meat is even more unbearable.

Compared to the iron rooster that can only be generous in eating. Young Master Jiang is even more of a master who is not afraid to spend money to make himself comfortable. glanced at the chicken in Jiang Chengzhuo's bowl. Smile lightly at the boss. also pretended to be forced to pay for meat to eat.

The boss was amused at first sight. Get. Obviously, God is at ease today, let me make a small fortune. I can't usually meet such a generous one. Today, I met two of them. What else are you talking about? Said you wait. I went home and grabbed chickens.

Slowly. Catch chickens. How big are your chickens. How heavy. If it's too small. You'll need to catch two more.

This time. The owner couldn't have been happier. Get. Not only did I meet two people who were not bad for money today. It's still a foodie who is not bad for money. It's just that this one is even more ruthless than the one just now. Two are not enough. Two more to catch. replied directly. You can rest assured. Custody keeps you fed.

Jiang Chengzhuo grabbed the chicken leg on the side and nibbled on it while picking up fun. He originally thought that this peer who entered the store later was very delicate. A man. It's nothing to have a pretty little white face. But in terms of personal hygiene, she is more particular than a little girl. Isn't that sick. But. Now Jiang Jieyun's happy act of taking money and smashing meat is a supplement with this huge appetite. Jiang Chengzhuo couldn't help but feel that this kid was a little wrong. However, this appetite and appetite are a bit of a temper temper against him.

The owner braved the rain. And he brought back two chickens. It's still the same program. Boiling water. Slaughter chickens. Hair removal. Add potatoes. Chicken blood soup attached. Serve with blanched greens. Let's work.

As soon as the dish is served. I can see the momentum of foodies. The hungry wolf appeared. A Jiang Chengzhuo was munching on the table over there. A Jiang Jieyun gobbled up at the table here. Sitting in the middle smoking a cigarette. The owner with a cup of tea. He doesn't watch TV anymore. Just looking at these two foodies, this meal is enough to be lively and relieve boredom.

The two of them hadn't eaten much yet. The door opens. And in came another little fat man. It is Zhao Zhenxu who is also.

This classmate is even more bold. When you enter the door, you pull your throat. It's like pulling an air raid siren. Help, boss. Hungry to death. Then there was a squeak. He sat heavily in his chair. I don't read the recipe either. Just scream. Boss. Cook more of your meaty dishes.

Don't look big. But it is an authentic water Bo Liangshan style.

The boss grimaced again. If you want to cook, you need as much as you want. If you want meat, you just have a little wood.

Zhao Xiaopang immediately became anxious. Slap the table. "Boss. What's the matter with you. Oh. I'm going to eat meat. Not at all. They ......" he pointed his finger to the left and right. The targets are Jiang Jieyun and Jiang Chengzhuo...... Bowls on the table. "There's meat to eat. There's leftovers when you get to me. What do you mean. I'm afraid that I won't pay for food. ”

In fact, Zhao Xiaopang was really not hungry at that time. At the very least, he didn't meet the lower limit of his hunger criteria...... Go without saying. This is also a master who can endure hunger.

He had just come out of the house that the old lady had left for him. I feel uncomfortable. Holding an umbrella, I walked all the way to the side of the highway and waited for the kind of private small public bus that stopped when the city and countryside waved.

The rain was heavy and heavy that day. But this can't stop Zhao Xiaopang's talented and sensitive nose. Just walked across the road. He smelled the rippling aroma of the heavy rain. I couldn't help but think of the few simple last words left by the old lady to him. A sour nose. I squatted on the side of the road and cried for half an hour.

Wipe your tears at the end. Hatefully scolded. Damn it. Listen to grandma's. Get up on the wrong side of the bed. Eat his meat for a meal.

But when he sat in the store. A belly full of gluttonous worms are waiting to eat and drink with anticipation. The damn boss actually told him. To meat drops are not. There's no roll for your grandmother.

The boss is not afraid that he, a big fart, will slap the table on him. The eyelids lifted lazily. Let's put it bluntly. Oh. You say they. They give enough money. Specially supplied.

That's a shameful meaning. If you have money, you can do it too.

The boss didn't say this casually. Jiang Chengzhuo's iron rooster has a stepmother to decorate the façade. Jiang Jieyun is even more needless to say. He doesn't stink. But where is the standard of living since childhood? There is also a habit of cleanliness. He would never have wronged himself in terms of clothing. The clothes on your body don't have to be brand-name. But it must be neat and tidy. Comfortable. Good texture. Well worked. Anyone can look at it. It's just a child with good family conditions.

But what about Zhao Zhenxu. Although with age. He had already learned how to find his place in both families. Don't be bullied. Nor do they bully. There is the warmth given by the old lady in my heart. Don't expect anyone to give a little attention to the gaze. Firmly grasp your share of pocket money in your hand. The servants would not be particularly respectful to him. But don't try to withhold his stuff like you used to. Ignore him. Keep him hungry. Children his age should stop thinking about bullying him. As a tech nerd. His fists weren't too hard, though. But I want to repair him unilaterally. It's not that easy either. Because he is open-minded. Even if you can't beat others. But it will never make others feel better. Again. Those children have grown up, too. I have long lost interest in the game of bullying my own little pitiful. They don't like each other again. I just moved my hands and feet to the ground. And when it comes to playing tricks. Zhao Xiaopang is not a coward.

Attend the best schools. Eating the best meals. Comfortable house to live in. Enjoying nice resources. All this is just because of the borrowing of light. But there is no way to borrow this light on clothing. So. I had to take care of it myself.

Most otaku otaku don't pay much attention to their personal image. Zhao Xiaopang is naturally one of them. Plus. Most of the pocket money in his hand is contributed to his hobbies. I don't want to waste all my money on beautiful clothes.

He's quite self-aware. People are usually ordinary. Not tall. Fat again. Even if it's a beautiful dress, it doesn't look good on his body. Why waste that money. Pick the cheap one and buy it. And the clothes he's wearing now. Or a year ago. The old lady made it for him. It is also of strong quality. But the material is cheap. Not to mention what is beautiful and stylish. It's rustic. Plus a year of time. He's tall again. It already looks very ill-fitting. Naturally, it can't attract the blue eyes of the snack bar owner.

Anyway. The owner of this small shop can be regarded as a 10 out of 10 interpretation of watching people put down dishes.

The shopkeeper had never thought about such a question. Someone has a lot of money in his hand. But I don't pay attention to my taste in clothing.

The little fat man in front of him, who was forced to mature prematurely by life, was one of them.

His voice had just fallen. The little fat man slapped the money on the table with the speed at which he tapped the keyboard with ten fingers. Open your mouth. Thunderbolt spat out a word. Meat.

The boss didn't feel ashamed of his previous lack of eyes. But I was happy again. It's fucking lucky. I can't stop it from raining. I thought that meeting two people a day who were not bad for money would be surprisingly bubbling. Unexpectedly. In the blink of an eye, another one popped up.

Yes. I still have chickens at home. I'll grab another one.

As he spoke, the boss turned around and carried the umbrella that was leaning against the corner to control the water.