wine is character

Tan Qingfeng would come over to drink porridge every night when he was closing. Musu added all the seasonings that should be in the kitchen once. The first thing he did when he woke up every morning was to think about what to add to Tan Qingfeng’s white porridge today. The ingredients will be more unpalatable.

But after five days in a row, on Sunday night, Tan Qingfeng suddenly stopped coming, and Mu Su waited until twelve o'clock before leaving angrily.

Since the first day Tan Qingfeng came to drink porridge, Musu ticked off the calendar every time he came, as if he was signing in for him. Today, the sign was suddenly broken, and Musu used a marker pen to ruthlessly mark today’s date. Ruthlessly clicked and drew a cross.

On the second night, Mu Su still hadn't waited for Tan Qingfeng's arrival, and was closing the door in his heart, when someone patted his shoulder suddenly, turned around and yelled, "Do you like to eat or not, you are quite arrogant..."

"I..." Lee was taken aback by Mu Su's scolding, but Mu Su rarely had such a straightforward temper, "Whose airs are... big?"

"Lee? What are you doing here so late?" Mu Su immediately restrained his temper, leaned closer and smelled the strong smell of alcohol, "You still come here after drinking?"

"I'm here for porridge. There are too many dinners these days, which makes my stomach hurt." Lee rubbed his stomach and wanted to walk in. The direction was the seat by the window, but Mu Su stopped him and said, "Sit down." Come inside, it's cold in here."

Standing in front of the side dishes, Lee was picking out the side dishes, watching Musu skillfully cook the porridge, throwing the food he picked into it.Mu Su glanced at him, and chatted pretending to be unintentional, "Company, is your company busy recently?"

"The company has always been very busy, and there seem to be a lot of people who are sick recently. Tian Chen went to the hospital yesterday, and I heard that it was a talk..." Lee stopped in time, because it seemed that their family, Musu, was not happy to hear this name.

"Talk?" Mu Su knew it was related to Tan Qingfeng as soon as he heard it, and immediately looked at him with wide eyes, "What?"

"It's Tan Qingfeng who seems to be hospitalized with acute gastroenteritis. After all, he is Tian Chen's benefactor. Tian Chen also went to visit him during such a busy schedule."

"Does he often stay in Shangmen?" Mu Su's whole person was not acting right, and he was a little nervous at first sight.

Lee shook his head, "Of course not, his career direction is not in the entertainment circle, maybe he just wanted to support Hong Tianchen."

Musu was thinking about the acute gastroenteritis that Lee mentioned just now. Could it be that he cooked such unpalatable porridge for a few days, but he really got sick from drinking it.

"Tian Chen can find time to visit him in his busy schedule, which means that the hospital is not too far away from the company." Mu Su subconsciously inquired about the specific address, and Lee seemed to be aware of it, shaking his head and said, "Tan Qingfeng is a rookie in the business world, and he has climbed so high. , many people are waiting to curry favor with him, how can I find out?"

Musu was holding a pot of porridge by the small stove, and Lee was finally sure that this guy was worried about Tan Qingfeng, so he bluntly asked, "Why are you worried about him?"

"Just a little guilty."

"Guilty? You gave him acute gastroenteritis?" Lee sometimes thought that Mu Su was really cute, and he couldn't find another one in the entertainment industry with his speaking style.

"Because I've been cursing him a while ago, eating badly and sleeping badly, and then he really went to the hospital, and my crow's mouth is really quite smart." Mu Su poured the porridge from the pot into a bowl, and Lee listened But I thought it was funny, "Your way of cursing people is really refreshing. If I cursed, I would have my stomach pierced, my orifices bleed, and I would die a bad death." In the end, Mu Su hit his arm with a spoon, "It's too vicious, Why are others so miserable, drink porridge quickly, and sleep at my house after drinking."

"Are you willing to take me in?" Lee took a sip, drinking the porridge that Musu cooked for him with a satisfied face, "I can choose to invite you to live with me, and I can drink such delicious porridge every day."

"I'm afraid that if you are drunk, you will sleep in the car and have your money stolen."

While drinking porridge, Lee asked gossipingly, "Seriously, what is your relationship with Tan Qingfeng? I haven't heard of you since I've known you for so many years, but you look very good."

"Drink porridge, gossip like this." Obviously Mu Su didn't plan to say it for the time being, and Lee also respectfully stopped asking.

After finishing his porridge, Lee was driven back to his current residence by Mu Su's key. He was about to pack up and close the door, but saw a strangely dressed man with a black hat and sunglasses rushing in.

As soon as Mu Su saw that attire, he knew that the person wearing sunglasses to go out at night must be some celebrity.

He picked up the mask on the side and put it on, and said sullenly, "Hello, we are closing the door."

The other party seemed to be in a hurry, and hurriedly stopped him from cleaning up, took off his mask and sunglasses, and revealed the face that Musu was already familiar with.

"You cook another bowl of porridge. My friend is sick and he needs it very much." Before Mu Su could speak, Tian Chen had already taken out a few hundred yuan of banknotes from his wallet and handed them over. Mu Su was not polite Accepted "One bowl or two bowls?"

"One bowl is enough." Tian Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and he still had the nature of chatting, "Don't you know me?"

"I know." Mu Su didn't show any excitement, but made the other party very surprised, "Don't you think it's strange that I buy porridge in the middle of the night?"

"I don't think so, because your face is so bright every night, it's not surprising." After speaking, he glanced at the brightly lit billboard outside, Tian Chen was amused, and chatted while watching.

Seeing that Tian Chen was in such a good mood, Musu was a little depressed, so he added a tube of mustard to the porridge when Tian Chen was not paying attention, but when the porridge was handed over to Tian Chen, he suddenly regretted it , I wondered if eating so much mustard would cause sudden death on the spot?

"Take it." He handed Tian Chen the porridge he was going to pack for supper. "Buy one, get one free. Take it all back for that patient to drink."

When Tian Chen walked into the apartment on the upper floor, the people sitting in the living room were obviously a little surprised.

He raised the bag in his hand and smiled at the people in the living room, as if he still had the feeling of asking for credit, "I bought the store you want to eat for you."

Tan Qingfeng was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it, he was very puzzled, "The assistant helped me buy it, how could it be you?"

"The assistant also has to rest. I just helped to buy it when I was free. The boss is very kind. Buy a bowl and get a bowl for free. Maybe it's because it's a face for a celebrity to buy it." Tian Chen put the two bowls of porridge on the table In front of Tan Qingfeng, Tan Qingfeng didn't look the same as before, stared blankly, and asked after a long time, "Did he see your face? He can still sell it to you, it's really the sun coming out from the north." Said Then I actually turned around to see if the sun was rising from the north outside the window.

"What rises from the north." Tian Chen didn't hear clearly, but felt that talking about Qingfeng outside of official business made people feel a lot more approachable, wearing loose home clothes, and there was no sense of seriousness on his face.

"This bowl of porridge has a lot of ingredients. You can drink this bowl. I'll just drink this. It looks like a gift." He was about to open the lid, but Tan Qingfeng covered it with his hand. "I haven't eaten for a day, maybe a day The bowl is not enough."

He took the bowl of bland-looking white porridge by hand, and habitually took small sips of it, each time feeling like a lottery draw.