The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Feng Yue was sitting in the car, the windows on all sides were tightly closed, Song Nan walked over slowly, raised his hand and knocked twice on the driver's window, and after waiting for two seconds, the passenger's door opened a crack .

Song Nan was slightly taken aback, and went around the front of the car and got into the car.

In fact, Feng Yue had already arrived. When he arrived, he saw Song Nan and a group of workers picking up soil with bamboo picks. Compared with the other workers, although Song Nan was not short, he was the thinnest one. , carrying two loads of soil on his shoulders, Feng Yue felt that those thin shoulders were almost crushed by the poles.

However, he didn't call out to him. He calculated the time and went back to the car. Sure enough, the workers got off work one after another after a while.

Song Nan sat in the passenger seat, feeling a little nervous.

Fengyue didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, which made him feel very uncertain. It was rare for him to feel like a brat who had done something wrong and was being reviewed and criticized by his parents.

After a long while, Feng Yue suddenly turned his head to look at him, and whispered two words, "Are you tired?"

Song Nan was originally waiting for Fengyue to scold him head and face, even if he didn't scold him, he would definitely talk about what happened in the afternoon. He waited for a long time and Fengyue didn't mean to speak, and he was a little anxious after waiting. , but he was a little confused when he waited for such a far-fetched sentence.

However, he was dazed for only two seconds before realizing what Fengyue was asking. He should have seen himself picking soil and moving stones with his workers.

"It's okay..." Song Nan gritted his teeth with exhaustion, pretending not to care.

"It's impossible to give you extra wages even if you're tired." Feng Yue said without giving any face, "I asked for it."

Song Nan opened his mouth, but couldn't even utter a word of rebuttal, didn't he just ask for it.

Fengyue started the car and drove slowly in the direction of going home, "After doing something wrong, reflect on it and then encounter problems, just think one more step, and help others to do hard work, can you live with your conscience?"

Song Nan turned his face to look at him in surprise, Fengyue probably planted a bug on his chest, right?Otherwise, why can he guess everything he thinks?

Feng Yue was right. The reason why Song Nan worked hard with the workers was really because of the guilt in his heart.

Although in the end he also figured it out, in the final analysis, he has to blame the owner of the restaurant for not being able to do things. If he knows that the meal cannot be served on time that day, he should have greeted him in advance so that he can find another restaurant, so that he will not miss work. , let alone being caught by Fengyue and scolded.

However, it is impossible for others to help you bear these losses by complaining and complaining. If he signed a contract with the restaurant as Feng Yue said at the beginning, it is impossible for the restaurant not to say hello in advance even if the restaurant risks breaching the contract.

"It won't continue after the delivery of the food in these three days." Feng Yue suddenly interrupted Song Nan's thoughts, "Find another place."

"Yeah." Song Nan nodded, and he had exactly the same intention.

Apart from anything else, the restaurant's attitude towards customers cannot be cooperated any more.

"There is a certain distance from the food delivery in the town to Heishuiwan," Feng Yue said again, "It's okay in summer, but it's not good when it gets cold, and it will be cold when the food is delivered."

Song Nan defined himself as just a temporary worker, so he didn't think about the future, so when Feng Yue said this, he couldn't give any advice at all.

"Just look for the nearby villagers," Feng Yue said, "You should still have some connections, and you should not be too far away from the reservoir. The workers go home to eat directly after finishing their work. The meal fee is negotiable."

Song Nan's eyes lit up, and he already had a suitable candidate in his heart.

"How was your exam today?" Feng Yue asked him as the car turned around the post office.

"Passed." When he mentioned this Song Nan, he was a little happy, but the smile only stayed on his face for a second, and the report card was obtained by Master Cheng through the back door.

"I see that you have been working hard to listen to the questions these days." Feng Yue said.

When Song Nan heard this, he couldn't help curling his lips, "What's the use of working hard, if you don't know a few big characters, you will be blind when you see the questions."

Feng Yue glanced at him, instantly understood the meaning of his words, turned off the ignition and pulled out the key to get out of the car, "Although the result is very important, so is the process," Feng Yue closed the car door and sat on the stone bench in the yard, continuing. , "Knowledge is stored in one's own mind, numbers are just written for others to see."

Song Nan didn't expect this person to comfort him, and was a little surprised.

Huang Diwen was originally doing his homework on the small square table in front of the main room, and when he saw the car driving into the yard, he put down his pen. Seeing Nan Song's drooping brows and lack of energy, his heart skipped a beat, "Did you pass the exam?"

Song Nan glanced at him and didn't reply.

Huang Diwen confirmed his guess from the expression on his face, and comforted him, "It's okay, my eyes are also sharp in the final exam, and our family may not have the learning gene, so we can't force it."

Song Nan originally planned to enter the room, but when he heard this, he frowned and retreated, "I'll take a look at your final report card."

"Hey... just don't read it..." Huang Diwen sat back on the chair awkwardly, and his voice dropped several decibels, "There is nothing interesting..."

"Who pays your tuition?" Song Nan asked while staring at him.

Huang Diwen curled his mouth, "You."

"Is the head of our household you or me?"

"you."

"Should I show me the final grades?" Song Nan stretched out his hand to pick up his schoolbag, and he said, "Not only do I want to read it, but I also have to hold a parent-teacher meeting for you after school starts. The embarrassment is that you still I?"

"You you you you you..." Huang Diwen angrily took out the final report card from the book and handed it over, "It's all about you."

"What kind of attitude do you have?" Song Nan glanced at him, flipped through the report card in displeasure, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he was about to put on a parental attitude to teach him a lesson, when someone beside him suddenly leaned over.

"Is this the [-]-point system in your school?" The head leaned over and said, "It's not bad."

Huang Diwen's face became more serious, and he said in a muffled voice, "[-] points."

Feng Yue clicked his tongue twice, "That would be a little ugly."

Song Nan looked down at the results of each subject, and the 54, [-], and [-] made him feel a little suffocated. When his eyes finally settled on the total score column, he felt the urge to go to Venus tomorrow morning to get all the tuition refunded.

If you don't give up and lie on the ground crying, you have to give up.

"Calm down!" Feng Yue patted him on the shoulder twice and quickly withdrew his hand, "Compared with those who passed the exam, there is much room for growth."

Song Nan: "..."

"That's right." Huang Diwen heard that Fengyue was helping him, and hurriedly echoed, "I feel that the class now is much better than the school class before."

"How much is a semester at school, how much is a class here, don't you have any idea about this arithmetic problem?" Song Nan threw the report card on the table, "Dad, I think you will soon be overwhelmed." The score came alive.”

"That's good." Huang Diwen not only didn't think it was scolding him, but also enjoyed it, "Then you don't have to look for a job everywhere, and let Dad continue to work in his old job to support us both."

Song Nan: "You are really hopeless."

Feng Yue came out to play the original game at the right time, "Stop arguing, how about this," he rolled up his sleeves, "Although your brother didn't do very well in the exam, you passed the exam anyway, I eat and drink for free at your house It's been a long time, let me show you two to celebrate?"

"Didn't you pay the money? It's not free..." Song Nan paused halfway, and looked at Fengyue suspiciously, "You do it?"

"Look at me." Feng Yue said, "Didn't I tell you that I have a chef certificate? You don't believe it yourself. Besides, didn't I do a good job last time?"

Song Nan: "..."

Fengyue is not the kind of person who just talks and plays casually, and he has to honor what he says.

He went upstairs and changed into more casual clothes and went downstairs, found the bamboo basket Song Nan used to pick vegetables and walked to the two fields behind the house.

Song Nan saw him walking towards the vegetable field with a bamboo basket in his head, a trace of suspicion appeared on his face. In fact, Song Nan had no memory of the last meal that Fengyue had on a whim.

"The dishes he cooked last time were actually quite delicious." Huang Diwen leaned over and whispered, "Look at how his posture with the basket is like Aunt Zhang selling eggs on the street. It's quite professional."

Although Huang Diwen failed in the exam, he is quite good at comparing people. So Nan Song also thinks they are quite similar. The more he looks at the back, the more he looks like him, and the suspicion index gradually soars.

He hurriedly followed, took two steps, turned his head and pointed at Huang Diwen, who was following behind him and was about to join in the crowd, "You continue to do your homework."

"Not much homework today." Huang Diwen pouted.

"Then endorse." Song Nan left the words and walked through the cabin to the back of the house.

Feng Yue was bending over to pick tomatoes, when he heard the movement, he glanced at Song Nan, then turned his head and continued to pick the loofah on the other side.

"These two want to fry together?" Song Nan asked after him.

"I'm afraid it's not very tasty." Feng Yue said and picked two more eggplants, "I can try it if you want to eat it."

Song Nan quickly waved his hands, "Forget it, forget it, you just have to be good at two things."

Feng Yue said confidently, "There is nothing I am not good at."

Song Nan: "..." This is so realistic that they pretend one after another.

Of course, Fengyue is not pretending. In fact, his family really has a lot of certificates. Chinese and Western noodles are divided into categories. The last two dishes, if Song Nan’s ingredients and seasonings are not complete, the taste should be better, although he Can't even taste it.

Thinking of this, Feng Yue frowned, "Do you have an oven at home?"

Song Nan looked at him, "What are you doing?"

"I can also bake biscuits," Feng Yue put the picked vegetables in the basket, "Baked rice is also good."

Last time Song Nan helped fight back, but this time he watched the whole process, Feng Yue sprinkled salt into the dish while saying, "I just grabbed it casually, and I didn't measure the size, it might be half a gram more or half a gram less .”

Song Nan was shocked, "You still add seasoning to your stir-fry, and you still count it by the gram?"

Feng Yue quickly flipped the frying pan, took the time to glance at him, "Are you counting by the catty?"

Song Guo: "..."

"Help me get a plate," Feng Yue said, "Let's make it bigger, it's quite a lot."

"The small one can also fit." Although Song Nan said so, he still replaced the small one he just took with the big one.

"It's not beautiful to put on a plate if it's too full." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan clicked his tongue and passed the plate over, "You are quite particular."

Feng Yue said solemnly, "I said, I'm a professional."

Song Nan helped Fengyue bring three dishes and one soup to the table. Huang Diwen put away the books and notebooks early, took three chairs and put them away, and sat obediently by the side waiting for the meal.

"Get the meal," Song Nan kicked him, "You are the only one with eyesight."

Huang Diwen was kicked and rushed into the room to get the bowls and chopsticks, Chong Fengyue showed eight neat teeth, "I'm almost drooling from the smell, it must be better than my brother's fried food."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was hit with a chestnut on the top of his head. Song Nan glared at him, "Is there anyone like you who praises one and stomps the other? You don't eat less when I cook bad food, so don't expect it tomorrow. , I put down my pick and quit.”

Huangdi Wen Chongfeng stuck out his tongue and mouthed, "You're so stingy."

Feng Yue smiled and followed them out of the kitchen.

As expected of a certified professional chef, even though the seasoning and dishes are limited, the taste and appearance are also very good. Song Nan drank half a bowl of soup and took two chopsticks.

"You are a teacher, why are you going to take the chef certificate?" Song Nan asked curiously, "Are you free?"

"I don't want to be proficient in everything, but I want to be able to do everything," Feng Yue prepared half a bowl of soup and drank it slowly, "I don't know if it will come in handy someday."

Song Nan didn't agree with his answer, clicked his tongue twice, drank the soup in the bowl and filled a big bowl of rice, "That's for rich people like you, like me..." After finishing speaking, he glanced at him Huang Diwen, "In a family like ours, even if you have that talent and hobbies, it still depends on the money in your pocket."

Feng Yue picked up the food with chopsticks, but didn't put it in his mouth, as if he was thinking about Song Nan's question.

Song Nan ate a mouthful of rice with the vegetables, and then put chopstick meat in Huang Diwen's bowl before saying, "So, it's too unfair. Look at you, a teacher who runs a school, you can still spare time What kind of resort do you come to, these are not counted, and there are a lot of certificates at home, the exams need time, right? Not only does it need time, but it also needs money. Compared with time, money is a much more realistic thing." He put down his chopsticks After taking a sip of the soup, he said, "If someone says they are willing to give me money to help me study this or that, it is better to just give me the money. Compared with spending all that time studying, in my opinion, money is more important than time. .”

Feng Yue was slightly taken aback. He always felt that Song Nan was a young man who loved money like his life. He couldn't do anything without money. Even if someone offered to make friends with him, he probably had to pay first. Only then can the stepping stone be broken, such people abound in the world, Feng Yue naturally sees it a lot, but he never thought why Song Nan is like this at a young age.

Now he probably understands that although Huang's family now has a single-family house, the family is actually not rich. In addition, Song Nan has never studied since he was a child, and he started working outside to earn money to support his family before he was an adult. It is inevitable to have this kind of thinking.

Feng Yue was stunned, and couldn't help sighing, "Few things in this world are fair."

[The author has something to say]: Today is a bit late~ Continue tomorrow.