On the day before the festival, Jingyang was busy in the kitchen, holding the strainer in one hand and holding the big bowl in the other, filtering out the unstirred egg liquid from the bowl.

He glanced out the window, and there was no one in the conspicuous courtyard across the street, which was very unusual.

Every day at noon, Mr. Fellaini and his wife would show up on time like chiming birds, or carefully tending to the high-end flowers and plants that Jingyang could not name, or watching expensive and boring paid programs while enjoying sunbathing, and they would also have barbecues in their private gardens every once in a while, anyway, the movement could not be stopped, so that people would not know who owned this small villa with a single courtyard.

But today the pair of chiming birds are on vacation, and in order to avoid contamination with flour, Jingyang, who does not wear a smart disk, can only rely on other methods to gain time.

"Thrush! What time is it? He shouted at the bedroom.

"The power is sufficient, and it is expected to work 22 hours a day, 3 days a year, 17 hours a day, 22 ......"

"I'm not asking you how many bars of electricity you have! I ask you about the time! Jingyang at least doubled his voice.

"It's July 25th, and the weather is ......"

"Don't say so much else, just say what time it is!"

"16:02 p.m."

Jingyang thought about it, he had been busy for about three hours. The automatic fire control of the casual stove is a must, but there is a very time-killing shortcoming, looking at the fifth wave of egg pudding that is about to come out of the pot, he can't help but sigh that the capacity is too small.

He had to prepare 46 small snacks by the afternoon, and according to the tradition of the new season, he had to give them all away before the taste had deteriorated.

First of all, the Arbon family will take 8 shares.

When I got up this morning, this friend followed the tradition and came here on purpose, holding a tightly wrapped bag of broken cakes in his hand. "Taste it! My mom's dessert is a must! Be sure to come tonight! After finishing speaking, he didn't even bother to say 'Happy New Match', and hurried to work.

Jingyang subconsciously made a plan, eating one in the morning, leaving one for his father, and one for supper, but when he took the first bite, he found that the plan just now was too redundant.

The puff pastry is constantly crunchy in the mouth, and every bite has a vigorous wheat aroma, mango and blueberry are beyond the scope of sweetness, and the custard sauce is too busy to exude a rich milky flavor while holding the flesh tightly in your arms.

An unforgettable taste, Jingyang chewed for a long time at the time, and was even a little reluctant to swallow it, so after eating one piece, he picked up another piece uncontrollably......

At this moment, he looked at the empty wrappers in the three garbage cans, licked the corners of his mouth that had no aftertaste, and was thinking about whether to add 4 more puddings to Albon's house.

In addition, the brother and sister at the convenience store downstairs are also worth half a pack.

After moving to the Yinmen District, Jingyang was neither optimistic about his wallet nor his stomach, so he often went to the store to chat with the two.

In order to fit into the small group of brothers and sisters, he even changed his birthplace, hooked up with Zhang Xiangyue's shoulder, saying that he also moved from Touran District, and he was also allergic to applesauce, and praised the unspoken rules of 'cheap up' to put goods like Zhang Minlei's unique mastery. is so persistent, just for the sake of the brother and sister-

"Today's cooked food hasn't been sold out again, don't go, let's eat together!"

Every time he succeeded, Jing Yang would be polite, and then take the red sausage or chicken wings, and take a big bite without hesitation under the boss's thief-like gaze.

So this half pack of pudding is not even enough to pay off the debt, if it weren't for the fact that Dad also needs to socialize, Jingyang would definitely double the brother and sister again.

And after thinking about it all, he has special plans for the remaining 6 in the end.

Jingyang took out the food bag that had been prepared a long time ago, carefully put the egg pudding into it like a porcelain, then slowly squeezed out the air inside, and then sandwiched it into two refrigeration mats scavenged from the refrigerator, and then put it into a round gift box, and finally tied a bow with a ribbon on it, and at the end, wrote 'Happy New Matching' on the box, and signed the mysterious 'J'.

The whole set of beautification has been done to the extreme, and the real gift is not even half as expensive as the packaging. And the purpose of all this is to hope that the girl who receives it can be a little more touched.

The people from the Pine Fruit Shell Express Company appeared at the door on time and took the gift box, and Jingyang also wore that pure white shirt and followed him out of the door.

Today's Dagupi supermarket is like another world, with the sound of bottles and cans colliding and bags rubbing against each other, coupled with the sound of customers' inquiries and footsteps, the store seems to be a landfill for God's handling of noise.

Zhang Yuxi is struggling with a woman with a giant star earring to explain the problem of squid haunting.

"That's not broken, it's called gas cooking."

"There's definitely a problem, I haven't gotten out of the pot yet, and the smoke is coming out!" The woman's sharp voice was like a steam engine boiling a pot.

"Did you listen to me? You look for enoki mushrooms and it's all this new packaging! Tear it open, and when you see air, it heats itself, understand? Normal communication is already difficult to shake the stubbornness of the other party, Zhang Yuxi clapped his hands emotionally as he spoke.

"No, it just doesn't taste right!" The lid of the steam engine had already flown to the roof.

"It's really convinced...... Zhang Yuxi turned his head and whispered in Chinese, just in time to see Jingyang put the egg pudding on the cash register.

"Happy New Pei Festival, Boss Zhang!"

"Huh? What's new...... Oh good... Okay, happy, yes, happy new couples. He hadn't recovered from the quarrel yet, and when he received the dessert, his brain obviously dropped off and he went back to his parents' house.

Jingyang didn't stay too long, after all, the dispute was still going on, and it was best not to get involved in this evenly matched competition. When he was about to leave the store, he saw that the brother and sister were busy rearranging the overturned shelves, and the bell mouth in the store with its own camouflage due to paint stripping was cutting sausages for customers.

"I don't want a whole strip, 20 yuan is enough."

"No problem."

The bell mouth picked up the sausage with two fingers, what he was doing was an instantaneous weighing that the chipless creature could not expect, the tip of the knife was attached to the casing from the bottom to the top, without any marking, it suddenly exerted force at a node, the edge flashed, before and after a total of only one second, and the half of the sausage that fell on the scale was showing the price of 20.2 yuan.

This small deviation due to uneven fat and thinness can also be regarded as saving face for human beings. Jingyang feels inferior every time he sees this scene, and today he also walked out of the door in a sigh.

It has been an hour and a half since I arrived at Albon's house, and the navigation display of the smart disk is expected to take 27 minutes, but the exaggerated traffic in the Yinmen area can set a new record every time.

Now he was standing at the entrance of the street and swallowed hard, and the first time he saw this scene was really terrifying.

This intricate building area is like a labyrinth, still using an external old iron ladder that trembles with pouring water, the interval between the buildings is already outrageously narrow, and there are more than one family with clothes and bedding, and some corners full of sundries are simply discriminatory against the body type of fat people, and even when Jingyang passes through it, he is almost stuck tightly.

After walking through eight or nine alleys and climbing more than thirty flights of stairs, Jingyang stood in front of a wooden door that seemed to be sick, the door was a traditional copper keyeye, and there was no trace of the doorbell.

After reconfirming that there was no problem with the address, Jingyang tentatively knocked on the door.

When the door opened, a short-haired, dark-skinned man stood suspiciously with a cigarette in his mouth, who seemed to have just left work, and was still wearing a printing house uniform with Yeegon Durand clearly printed on it.

"Good evening, I'm a friend of Albon."

"Oh! It's Jingyang, come in! Albon, Jingyang is coming! The man's expression immediately became happy, and the door was wide open.

After entering the door, there is first a narrow and low aisle, the two-step wide bathroom and bedroom are on both sides of the aisle, and the children's graffiti can be seen everywhere on the wallpaper with the smell of oil smoke.

At the end of the aisle was a restaurant, and Albon was poking his head out from behind the restaurant's walls.

"Hey! It couldn't have come at a better time. Stewed vegetables, come and sit! ”

He ran over and walked around behind Jingyang and pushed the guest inside.

"Good evening, Jingyang!" A fat woman in a plaid pattern dress with a large pink apron and a cut-out headband in place her hair. After seeing Jingyang, the woman immediately put the half-poured pot back on the table, just to free her hand for the first time and beckoned, "Come and taste, this time I replaced the curry with pepper, and I just lack an honest mouth." ”

"This is my mother." Albon introduced beside Jingyang.

"It must not be bad, I can eat it with pepper-expired luncheon meat." The man who opened the door for Jingyang just now sat down on the dining table, took a big puff of the cigarette in his mouth, threw the cigarette butt into the trash, and then shouted with all his strength, "Louie, it's time to eat!" ”

A little boy about 7 or 8 years old walked into the dining room, pointed to the TV that had just been turned on in the bedroom, and said something, because it was not a lingua franca, Jingyang couldn't understand it at all, only knew that no matter what application he made, he was rejected by his mother with a stern gesture.

Mrs. Durand was particularly enthusiastic at dinner, and this enthusiasm also circled around the guests, for Jingyang, this meal was a long time, but the real meal time was extremely limited. He was like an agent infiltrating an enemy bunker, and only when Albon's mother turned her gaze to the others could she seize those precious seconds and push the spoon into her mouth a few times.

"If you eat it again, you'll have syrup in your ears!"

Seeing that Louie almost shoved the sixth egg pudding into his mouth, Mrs. Durand repelled his thin arm with a slap, but she had just finished teaching her younger son a lesson, and in a blink of an eye she turned her attention back to Jingyang.

"You still think of us when you make pastries, you are the most conscientious of Albon's friends."

"Yes, it's far worse than your one in the morning." Jingyang was a little shy by this sudden compliment, he knew his baking level, the pudding was so sweet, only children could tolerate it, and adults who ate too much were afraid that they would have the risk of diabetes.

"It's different, it's just a thank you, after all, thanks to your willingness to take care of Louie."

"No...... You're welcome, but I didn't understand......" This thank you made Jingyang have no clue, and even wondered if he had entered a tricky show that someone secretly filmed.

"Don't be embarrassed!" Ye Geng put the half-eaten green pepper back on the plate, "If you hadn't taken the initiative to help, this little guy would definitely be sick at home." ”

"I think it's a bit of a misunderstanding......"

Before Jingyang finished speaking, Louie, who still had half a bowl of stewed vegetables left, suddenly stood up, there was no paper towel on the table, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand very skillfully, and then peeked at the bedroom to prepare to slip away. But before he could move away from the chair, he was pressed in place by a reprimand from his mother.

If the enthusiasm Jing Yang received when she entered the door was like silk, then Mrs. Duland's attitude was harder than granite at this moment, and she repeated the same sentence in a foreign language, and the stern tone made the rest of the men at the table dare not say more. In the end, the little guy was forced to sit down, pick up a fork and vent frantically at the innocent potato.

"Mom told Louie to eat clean, and Louie said that "Eight Pole Dialogue" was about to start." Albon saw that Jingyang was in urgent need of a translator, so he took the initiative to whisper over.

Jingyang also often watches "Eight Pole Dialogue", the host's mouth seems to have been spelled, and he can't open his mouth without spitting out extremely sarcastic jokes. once revealed that all the songs of the guests were plagiarized, and the other party was forced to apologize on stage for eight minutes, and finally almost fainted, and he was able to leave the stage only by inhaling oxygen.

But as soon as she saw her son stuff the green pepper back into his mouth, Mrs. Durand, who had successfully sniped, returned to her own hospitality mode, and she brought out her kind eyes again, and pulled back the headband that had been crooked when she had just been scolded.

"You saw the joke, what did you just want to say?"

"He said he thought it was a beautiful job." Albon suddenly hugged Jingyang's neck, strangled him hard, blocked his defense, and then whispered in his ear, "Louie wants to go to the celebration, but this year is hosted by the Relocation Bureau, and I am in the background throughout the whole process, so I need a nanny." ”

"No wonder you rushed to have a treat last time, you really didn't trade at a loss." Jingyang couldn't attack at the dinner table at his friend's house, so he could only maintain a smiling face as if he hadn't been calculated, and secretly replied with an elbow.

"What the hell are you doing with Arbon!" It was clear that this suspicious whisper did not escape Mrs. Duland's eyes.

"Explain the location, remind him to get to Ouroboros Park early tomorrow!"

The potatoes and radishes in front of him were drenched in mellow soup, and the cauliflower was still verdant and making the mouth flow, but when he thought of having a little tail tomorrow for no reason, Jingyang's stomach was bloated. Mrs. Duland, who asked him why he had stopped his knife and fork, could only put on a wry smile and lie that she had really eaten.