I'm not unlucky at all

"Wait a mininute."

The voice of the man on the other side of the microphone was indifferent, with occasional voices of conversation mixed in, he whispered a few words to the people around him, then walked to a relatively quiet place, brought his voice closer to the microphone, and said in a slow tone, " Xiaolu, wait for me for half an hour."

Song Xing said yes: "Mr. Song, I'm not in a hurry."

In the CEO's office of the Song Group, several high-level confidantes took a close look at the president whose face was covered with dark clouds just now, and his expression suddenly became calm and gentle. They looked at each other for a few seconds, always feeling that their boss's eyes were, tsk, tsk, tired.

There must be a good relationship.

Song Wenlu, who hung up the phone, was obviously much easier to talk to than before. He read through the plan he had called back before, and said calmly, "Revise it carefully and show it to me."

Several confidantes exhaled to suppress the tension in their throats.

After talking about the business, Song Wenlu put down the document and asked, "What supplements do people usually eat when they catch a cold?"

The confidantes looked at each other in confusion, and an older man hesitated and said: "Just chicken and fish? Make it lighter, add some green onion, ginger and coriander, anyway, I can't taste anything when I have a cold." It’s okay to drink some soup and eat some vegetable porridge.”

Song Wenlu nodded.

He left the company and didn't go directly to the tube building. He drove to a large shopping supermarket next to him. He listened to the shopping guide for a long time, recommended and recommended, and finally chose a live fish caught from the water.

The whole body of the fish was black, with greasy scales, and it was still bouncing around in the plastic bag.

Song Wenlu held the bag in his hand and asked the shopping guide, "Don't kill it?"

The shopping guide is an old aunt who speaks with a bit of an accent, and speaks very fast and sharply: "Oh, young man, you don't understand, this fish is the tastiest when you kill it when you get home. Now you ask Auntie to give it to you." Kill it, it won't taste good when you go home."

Song Wenlu said, "Really?"

The shopping guide aunt nodded: "Yes, yes."

Song Wenlu took the fish and went to the raw poultry area.

The wild black-bone chickens stood proudly in groups in the cage, staring energetically at the humans coming and going, with proud expressions, obviously not ordinary roosters.

After carefully picking around, Song Wenlu found the lean and strong one among them, and quickly pronounced his fate: "Let him be."

Wild black-bone chickens were tied up by their legs and hung upside down, with their feathers fluttering all over the place.

The chicken killer next to him asked if he wanted to kill the chicken.

"No need." Song Wenlu looked at the chicken firmly, nodded in satisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "It's fresh."

The Chicken Killer opened his mouth with a complicated look on his face, but he didn't speak.

There were two more live animals in the car, and the black-bone chicken was thrown on the back seat, jumping forward with its lean chest quite energetically, and soon rolled down the car seat and got stuck, and honestly did not move.

However, the live fish is still desperate, and wants to have a fish jump into the plastic bag and ascend to the upper realm.

Song Wenlu looked at these two lifeless things with a cold face, stepped on the gas pedal to the bottom, and came downstairs.

Song Xing waited there for half an hour. His yam was stewed in the pot. He opened the lid and poked it with chopsticks. It became very soft and tender.

Chen Sancui also came to the kitchen to cook, and was surprised to see Song Xing: "Xiaolu can cook?"

Song Xing nodded, took out a small piece of yam from the pot and handed it to the woman: "Sister Chen, try it."

Chen Sancui burned her tongue a bit after taking a bite, but the taste was still very good.After thinking about it, she took out some white sugar from the jar next to it, and said to Song Xing, "Try dipping in some sugar when eating."

Song Xing agreed, and put the yam in a small bowl, filled half of it for Chen Sancui.

Chen Sancui narrowed her eyes with a smile, took the yam and went back to the house, leaving the stove to Song Xing alone.

When the woman left, 030 said cheerfully in Song Xing's mind: "Xing Xing, 030 wants candy, and also yam."

Song Xing didn't listen to him, and put the lid on the pot again, feeling bored.

There was no one in the tube building at the moment, and the tenants who made lunch would not come out at the beginning of noon in order not to compete with the landlord for space, so Song Xing waited quietly in front of the stove, having nothing to do.

Suddenly, there was a loud cock crowing in the tube building.

A man in a suit appeared in the corridor with a solemn and indifferent face, a chicken in his left hand and a fish in his right.

Song Xing hesitated for a second: "... Mr. Song?"