A ventriloquist is reborn in the 21st century

"Ma'am, you..." Qin Yufeng smiled at the old lady, but when he was about to chat a few words, Ji Shinian grabbed his sleeve.

"gone."

Qin Yufeng was carrying a shopping basket in his hand, and said as he walked, "Brother Ji, why are you dragging me? The old man talks to me. It's really rude to leave like this."

"You know her?" Ji Shinian let go of Qin Yufeng's hand.

"...No, I don't know."

"What's there to talk about then?"

"..." Qin Yufeng was silent for a while.

When I paid at the door, since it was a weekend, there were quite a lot of people, so Ji Shinian found the shortest team to shoot, and there were five or six people in front.

The two big men stood there, holding a basket of vegetables in their hands, and regardless of their height, appearance or temperament, they were so outstanding, and they would glance at them from time to time.

Ji Shinian was impatient with being looked at, so he looked back coldly, almost no one could bear that sharp gaze, and the people caught by his gaze either turned away quickly because of fear, or because they were ashamed. She blushed and turned away quickly, but within a minute, those people couldn't help but look over again.

Ji Shinian turned his head to look at Qin Yufeng, saw him smiling at a young girl, subconsciously reached out and gave him a slap on the head.

Qin Yufeng couldn't guard against it. After this blow, he felt pain for a while, and whispered: "Brother Ji, why did you hit me?"

"It's okay to laugh and laugh, like a fool!" Ji Shinian turned around as if nothing had happened, and adjusted the neckline of his suit that was not messy.

After waiting for a long time, it was finally their turn. Qin Yufeng took out all the things in the basket and put them on the counter as others did. The cashier quickly entered the price.

"138 yuan and 5 cents."

Before Ji Shinian took out his wallet, Qin Yufeng said, "I'll do it, Brother Ji, I'll pay."

Ji Shinian raised his eyebrows: "Are you rich?"

Qin Yufeng reached into the pocket of his slacks, took out a handful of crumpled old change, and explained: "This is from Xiaobei, and it has been kept unused." He put the money on the counter superior.

"Sir, don't you have any change? There's still a queue at the back. It's hard to count, you..." The young cashier saw the handful of old change and didn't want to reach out to pick it up, but looked up to see Qin Yufeng's appearance At that time, he suddenly stopped talking.

The cashier quickly counted the money, but his face showed embarrassment, "Sir, it's still eighteen."

Hearing this, Qin Yufeng reached into his pocket again and took out nothing for a long time, and finally looked at Ji Shinian in embarrassment.

Ji Shinian took Zhang Shinian out of his wallet and handed it over, and said to Qin Yu, "Here's the thing, I'm going back."

When he came out, Qin Yufeng was carrying a large bag of vegetables, and Ji Shinian opened the trunk to let him put it in. After getting in the car, he didn't start the car right away, but first took the disinfectant on the car and rubbed his hands. Then he looked at Qin Yufeng, "stretch out your hand."

Qin Yufeng looked at his hand and said, "Brother Ji, it's quite clean."

Ji Shinian looked at Qin Yufeng's right hand, and remembered how he was holding a handful of broken change just now, and couldn't help but raise his voice by half a decibel, "Hurry up."

But it's good to use up the broken ticket that has carried an unknown number of bacteria, otherwise I don't know how long he will have to keep it!

Qin Yufeng reached out his hand quickly, and under the supervision of Ji Shinian's eyes, he disinfected his hands three times repeatedly.

Back home, Ji Shinian changed his shoes and went to the sofa, and said to Qin Yu, "You can figure out what you want to do."

Qin Yufeng went to the kitchen, washed the dishes again, put them on separate plates, and then walked out again, "Brother Ji."

Ji Shinian looked up from the magazine, "What?"

"What do you use for cooking at home?" Qin Yufeng asked.

"Pot." Ji Shinian replied without thinking.

Seeing that he didn't understand, Qin Yufeng explained: "I saw the pot, but how do I light the fire?"

It was only then that Ji Shinian remembered that this person lived in the age when flint and wood were used to make fire. He put down the magazine in his hand, stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll get it."

Walking to the kitchen, Ji Shinian waited for Qin Yufeng to come in, then started to turn on the gas, then stepped aside, saw him staring straight at the flame on the gas stove, reached out and patted him, "Understood ?"

Qin Yufeng recovered from the inconceivable emotion, nodded, "Yes."

"Then you do it yourself, don't fry the pot." After speaking, he was about to go out, but he came back halfway, and washed the rice and put it in the rice cooker.

Qin Yufeng saw his series of movements and asked, "What is this?"

"The cook." Ji Shinian turned on the tap to wash his hands, then turned and went out.

Looking at the rice cooker, Qin Yufeng couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to give up. When he turned around, the oil in the pot was already extremely hot, and he hurriedly poured the chopped pork into it.

After a while, Ji Shinian smelled the fragrance and couldn't help turning his head to look.

Qin Yufeng was standing in front of the stove and stir frying. Due to his height, he had to bend slightly. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the exposed half of his arm was fair and flawless. You could even see the blue veins floating under the skin. , giving people a delicate but powerful feeling, the long hair is still tied with the cloth ribbon torn from the robe, and the three thousand ink hairs have been washed out of lead, like silk and satin.

Ji Shinian was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the man coming out of the kitchen with two white porcelain dinner plates in his hands.

"Brother Ji, the dishes are ready." Qin Yufeng felt Ji Shinian's gaze and smiled at him.

Ji Shinian glanced at the page number of the magazine in his hand. He closed it and threw it aside, washed his hands and walked to the dining table to sit down. Qin Yufeng came out with two plates, a plate of steamed shrimp and a plate of potatoes. Shredded fried meat.

Ji Shinian poked the shredded potatoes on the plate with his chopsticks, and saw that the roots were almost the same size, "The knife skills are good, but I don't know how it tastes!"

"Brother Ji will know after a taste."

Ji Shinian didn't say any more, put a chopstick into his mouth, and chewed slowly. Although he didn't say anything, judging by his expression, he should like it.

Seeing this, Qin Yufeng turned around and went into the kitchen, and came out with a soup bowl in a moment. He put the soup bowl in front of Ji Shinian, and said, "Mandarin fish soup has been processed when I bought it. Do it like this." I don’t know how it tastes when it comes out, so just taste it.”

Ji Shinian reached out to lift the lid, and immediately a strong and fresh smell hit his nostrils. He picked up a spoon and scooped two spoonfuls into the porcelain bowl, took a sip, and his eyes lit up, "It tastes very good."

Mr. Ji has never tasted delicacies from mountains and seas in his life. For so many years, except for the meals cooked by his mother, Mrs. Ji, no one can give him a good word. It can be seen that Qin Yufeng is indeed a good cook.

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