who bought my egg tart

Meng Xiangyu: "I said there must be desserts, so egg tarts appeared in this world."

He was idly leaning on the back seat of his private car, and the exhaustion from a hard day's work seemed to have eased a lot.

"fart."

The owner of the private car, Yang Guangcheng, was holding the steering wheel in one hand, one foot on the accelerator and one on the brake, and he was holding a burning cigarette in the other hand, puffing and puffing.The car is a good car. In an ordinary foreign company, Audi is already a good car.

The man was handsome, with his hair tied back, revealing his full forehead, deep eyebrows, high nose bridge, and his outstanding appearance that attracted everyone's attention no matter where he was.But it is with a bit of ruffian.With the gas pedal and brake under his feet, he wished he could put his feet on the steering wheel.Even though he was wearing a neat and expensive suit, he had already untied his tie and put it in his pocket, and unbuttoned his collar, exposing his neck.

This person, sitting in the cab, makes people doubt whether he can drive a good car.

Even though it actually does, it looks like it can't.

In contrast, even though Meng Xiangyu is much more ordinary, his appearance is considered handsome, but it is not very ordinary, just like his inside, there is still some immaturity inside.

"Alas." Meng Xiangyu sighed, and tapped his finger on the car window lightly.

"In summer, egg tarts and yogurt are the perfect match."

"How old are you, kid? Why are you still eating sweets?" Yang Guangcheng said with a strong sarcasm in his tone.

"Why, old man."

Yang Guangcheng, who had passed the 30-year-old mark, shook his hand, and the cigarette fell directly into the ashtray.

"Hum." He snorted softly, looking as if he didn't care as usual, but in fact he cared deeply.

"Go, go, get out of the car, kid."

"cut."

The two were talking, but they passed the door of Meng Xiangyu's house.

"Hey, are you dizzy and can't see the way?"

"..." Guiltyly silent, Yang Guangcheng turned around all of a sudden,

"Hey, a new cake shop opened!"

His attention was suddenly attracted by the cake shop, but he didn't open his mouth when he looked at it.

"10 minutes away..."

Although it is a short drive away, it takes 10 minutes to walk...

Just go home.

But I still held my finger on the car window and looked back for a long time...

"Shall I take you there?"

Yang Guangcheng looked back at Meng Xiangyu.

"No, you can go home."

"Then I'm going back?"

"OK Bye Bye."

When he got downstairs from his house, Meng Xiangyu got out of the car with his computer bag, and waved to Yang Guangcheng at the car window.

"Bye-Bye."

Meng Xiangyu's house is rented, the location is good, although borderline is not particularly noisy.He is just lazy, and he likes to be entangled, making it difficult to choose.Every time I have to struggle with the question of going out and what to eat for lunch for a long time.

Later, Yang Guangcheng couldn't see it, and took him to eat and drink every day.Well, Yang Guangcheng is Meng Xiangyu's cousin.

Although Yang Guangcheng bought the house by himself, since there is a boyfriend living together, and there is a gap between the brothers and their own privacy, so they don't live together, but they are not far away.

Here, Meng Xiangyu walked back to the rented place with his computer bag in his hand, and greeted the uncle and aunt downstairs who were shopping for vegetables politely and kindly before walking back to his home.When I got home, I made some simple meals, and the amount was very small. After all, leftovers are not delicious, and eating them is not good for the body.He ate all the food, washed the dishes, and did not tidy the house.

it is summer now.

Although it was past seven o'clock, the sky was still very bright, and there was no feeling of sunset at all.He cleaned up the house again for digestion.He took off the suit that bound his body a long time ago, and he changed into loose and simple home clothes.After that, he looked at the sun outside with some confusion.

It's a little hot outside...

is it hot?

Will it be windy?

Then it's not hot!

Are you going out?

going out...?

He put his mobile phone, wallet and keys into the trouser pockets of his slacks, walked out of the house, closed the door, and pulled the door solemnly before going downstairs to make sure it was not closed tightly.

Closed.

He went downstairs, followed the path that Yang Guangcheng had walked through before, and walked slowly, as if he was walking down the stairs-even though he hardly walked.

Walked to the door of Xinlai's cake shop.

He walked in, and the wind chime at the door made a crisp sound.

The cake shop is not big, but several special cabinets divide the room into several parts. There are lights inside the cabinets, and the warm yellow light reflects the food is very attractive.

Ah, when you look at their cakes, you can tell that their egg tarts are delicious.

Meng Xiangyu thought so.

A person who looked like a housewife came out of the back room.There is an apron around his waist, and the clothes are also very homely. He looks soft and gentle, and he looks very gentle and amiable. He should not be young, about 40 years old.

"Welcome, what would you like to have, sir?"

The voice is also very gentle, with a smile on his face.

"Well, I want to buy egg tarts."

"Sorry, the egg tarts are sold out today."

"..."

The author has something to say: I will go to school tomorrow orz

This is about weekly?

I didn't think about whether to put it together with my other brain hole