The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

The words "double the liquidated damages" poured out Song Nan's enthusiasm. He felt that he should think about it carefully, but at the same time, he felt that it might be because Feng Yue was unwilling to contract the food to him, so he decided to retire. Jin refused in disguise.

"Have I considered it?" Song Nan said.

Feng Yue nodded, and said as if I understood you very much, "Think carefully, after all, if you really want to contract the meals of these dozens of people, the money will be quite a lot, of course..." As if he was afraid that Song Nan would sign immediately , the topic changed and said, "The more you earn, the more you lose, and you should think about it. After all, the amount is not small."

Although Song Nan claims to be a person with four years of work experience, his heart is still a child who has just stepped into the threshold of adulthood. How can he resist Fengyue's agitation?

"Don't just break the contract," Song Nan said, "Sign it, I'm sure I can do well, so you don't want my liquidated damages."

"Let's think about it again." Feng Yue said lightly, "Don't lose money and say that I bully children."

Song Nan was very unconvinced by Fengyue's second sentence, and slapped his ID card on the table, "Look clearly! I'm not a child anymore!"

Feng Yue twitched his brows, "Sorry, but you have just come of age."

Song Nan: "...Are you looking down on me?"

"It's nothing." Feng Yue drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl, put the bowl away and said, "Don't you say we are friends? I did it because my friend reminded you not to do it on impulse Any decision, especially one related to money."

Song Nan couldn't listen to it very much. He did retreat a little when he heard the liquidated damages, but Fengyue's agitation made him screw up again.

Why was he rejected before he did it?This is clearly looking down on people!

The more Song Nan thought about it, the more he felt that Fengyue looked down on him. He grabbed the letter of guarantee and wrote down his ugly name, "I'm not joking with you. I'm serious. I'll take this letter of guarantee first. Signed, I will sign the contract when you are ready."

Feng Yue originally planned to let him retreat in the face of difficulties. People like Song Nan who regard money as their life should retreat when they learn about liquidated damages, let alone liquidated damages. Times like this.

Unexpectedly, Song Nan really turned Fengyue's eyes and let him miss it.

"Okay." Seeing that he insisted, Feng Yue didn't say anything more, "I'll talk about the details of the contract later. Do you have a plan in your heart first?"

Song Nan kept silent, with a look of hesitation.

"If you have any ideas, I can help you analyze and analyze them," Feng Yue said, "Although you have four years of social experience, it's your first time to be a boss, right? It's easy to work for others, but it's not easy to work for yourself. , I have more experience than you in this regard."

Song Nan is right when he thinks about it. Although he is unwilling to admit his weakness, no matter how Feng Yue looks at it, he is a person with long eyes and he will feel that he is inferior to Song Nan.

"I'm planning to build a shed near the construction site." Song Nan said, "Isn't there an open space behind the old locust tree? After this season, we won't be able to grow tobacco. You can discuss it with the landlord and rent it or borrow it. "

Feng Yue thought for a while and nodded, "It works, what about the water source?"

This really caught Song Nan's question. He can cook some simple dishes at home, but he really hasn't thought about what he needs to make a big pot of rice.

"If I remember correctly, the family closest to there should be Liu Bingcai's family." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood Feng Yue's meaning.

"Where are you in charge?" Feng Yue asked again, "Are you yourself?" After that, he looked at him twice, "It's no problem for you to cook for three or four people, but it may be difficult for three or forty people."

Feng Yue knew this, and Song Nan definitely knew it too, but he promised too quickly, and these things hadn't been thought out at all, and he didn't even have a rough plan.

"There are also sources of vegetables and meat." Feng Yue didn't seem to see the sadness on his face, and continued to pour cold water, "Do you have a familiar supplier? If not, you have to find it yourself. Do you have a channel? You Do you know the prices?"

This question was like a cannonball, completely turning Song Nan's blood into black charcoal.

He had a bitter face, "What should we do then?" He glanced at the letter of guarantee on the table, and he was very energetic when he signed it just now.

"Now you know that your little work experience is not worth it?" Feng Yue said with a smile.

Fortunately, Feng Yue didn't really want to ridicule him, and he stopped teasing him when he saw his gloomy appearance, and said, "Didn't you deliver food before, there must be a familiar store, and the supplier can talk to you They ask to introduce each other, and as for the chef..."

"Yes!" Feng Yue's words were interrupted by Song Nan excitedly, "I have a brother who runs a barbecue restaurant, and their restaurant is only open at night, so you can come here to work during the day!" The more he said, the more excited he became , as if the matter had been finalized as he thought in his heart, he clapped his hands twice, and said with a smile, "His wife is pregnant, and I heard him say that it costs a lot of money to have a baby. This can be regarded as sending charcoal in the snow!"

After he finished speaking, he was happy again, and couldn't help raising his hand to pat the back of Fengyue's hand on the table, "Hey, is my idiom correct?"

Feng Yue's hand was pressed by his hand, subconsciously wanted to pull it away, "No..."

"Hey, why are your hands so cold?" Song Nan rubbed the back of his hands twice, "Are you cold?"

Feng Yue withdrew his hand without showing any signs, "I'm cold."

"You are in poor health!" Song Nan looked at Huang Diwen after speaking, "What's wrong with the cold body? Kidney?"

After eating the third bowl of rice, Huang Diwen scooped up another half bowl of after-dinner soup for himself, took a sip and shook his head, "I don't know."

Song Nan looked at Fengyue again, his eyes went from his face to his chest and then to his arms, "You just look at your body in good condition, but you can't do it inside." After speaking, he seemed to think of Fengyue letting him look at his body in the office that day In such a scene, he clicked his tongue twice, "You are only a girl who can deceive people by appearance, but once you see the real one, you will not be worth it."

Feng Yue didn't want to get too entangled with him on the topic of health, so he jumped back to the original topic, "Since you have an idea, contact your friend in the next two days."

Song Nan was like an eggplant beaten by Tiaoshuang after being asked a question by Fengyue. Now he was resurrected with full blood because of Fengyue's suggestion. He even nodded several times and stopped eating. He pushed the bowl away. He took out his mobile phone, "I'll call him now."

Seeing him so happy, Feng Yue didn't stop him, and looked at Huang Diwen opposite, "Are you full?"

"I'm full." Huang Diwen hiccupped, "If I didn't have only one stomach, I would have eaten it all."

Neither he nor Song Nan ate much, and Huang Diwen only ate half of the three dishes. Feng Yue dumped the dish that was about to bottom out into the trash can, "You take the leftovers and put them in a bowl at school tomorrow." Let's eat."

Huang Diwen couldn't wait for it. Hearing this, he immediately went back to the kitchen and took out the bowl he occasionally brought with him. Feng Yue divided the bowl into two halves, and put the two dishes on one side separately.

"I'll do it myself." Huang Diwen took the chopsticks and put the vegetables in the bowl by himself. In his opinion, although Fengyue is very easy to talk, he will give him a lecture if he has nothing to do. If he is in a good mood like today, he will fry two for them food, but in essence he is just a guest who lives in their house, not to mention that this guest still pays for the room and meals, so if he rounds it up, he is the boss. It is better to do this kind of thing by himself. unnecessary trouble.

Feng Yue was not polite to him either, Huang Diwen put vegetables in his own bowl, and he just picked up the dishes on the table and put them into the kitchen.

Sometimes Fengyue actually enjoys this kind of life, this kind of ordinary, visible and tangible, he has been yearning for a long time, but it is very difficult to really live such a life.

"Brother Yue," Huang Diwen put his food in the refrigerator, put the dirty chopsticks in the sink, stood aside but did not leave, "Do you really have a chef certificate?"

"Huh?" Feng Yue came out of his own thoughts and turned to look at him, "You don't believe it either?"

"No, no, I believe it," Huang Diwen added solemnly, "I believe it."

Feng Yue seldom chats with people, especially about himself. Facing such a fart child today, it suddenly seems like he has opened up a chatterbox.

"Chef certification is actually not difficult," Feng Yue said while wiping dish soap on the plate, "What kind of dish goes with what kind of dish is delicious and looks good, and how much seasoning is added is all there is. Follow the steps. Can't go wrong."

"But everyone's taste is different," Huang Diwen said, "all according to the pre-determined amount, some people may not find it delicious, just like my brother and I have a strong taste, and we like to eat salty food. Yes, but some people don’t like salty food.”

"Well," Feng Yue nodded, "so we always ask the guests about their taste preferences in advance."

Huang Diwen said again, "The chefs I see are all big fat guys," he said with a smile, "As far as my brother said, his friend who cooks barbecue is the same, and Li Ge said that the chefs have to taste the dishes themselves Son, you still have to eat cooking fumes, and you will gradually become fat." After speaking, he looked Fengyue up and down, "You are really an exception, you can cook so delicious food without even tasting it, my brother Every time I taste the stir-fry, it will be either salty or bland.”

Just as he finished talking, he was hit on the head. Song Nan stood behind him with a cold face, "What are you talking about?"

Huang Diwen stuck out his tongue and hurried away.

"Boy," Song Nan put the phone back into his trouser pocket, and said to Fengyue, "Let me wash it, you've already cooked."

"It's okay," Feng Yue smiled, and turned on the tap to rinse the foam, "It's almost finished."

"Hey," Song Nan rubbed his hands, feeling a little embarrassed, "Let's forget about today's meal."

"Huh?" Feng Yue looked at him.

"Don't you always pay me for food?" Song Nan rubbed his nose, "You haven't eaten a few meals at home, let alone eat a little like a chicken pecking at rice, so let's forget about the food. "

"Oh."

"Tsk, I used to think that the dishes I made were so hard to swallow. You just moved your chopsticks every time." Song Nan took a dry rag from the hook on the wall, and took it from Fengyue. Wipe the water on the plate, "Isn't it good that you showed yourself today? Huang Diwen is almost prostrating under your suit pants. Why do you only eat so little?"

"I have a small appetite." Feng Yue washed the plate in his hand and handed it to Song Nan, "I can't eat much."

"Then your appetite is really small," Song Nan said, "With your physique, eating according to your amount of food every day will cause hypoglycemia? Don't you feel dizzy? Or your legs are weak or something?"

Feng Yue shook his head and dispelled Song Nan's worries, "No, I'm in good health, don't worry."

"I'm not worried, I..." Song Nan waved his hand, "Hey, just treat me as nosy, anyway, your body is yours, and you are the one who suffers from illness and pain. You are not a girl, and you don't need it. Lose weight... Forget it, forget it, when I didn't say it..."

Feng Yue paused while holding the bowl to flush the water. Song Nan's chatter continued, but his thoughts drifted to an unknown distance along with the chatter.

A hideous and bloodstained wound on the left shoulder snaked to the collarbone. The wound looked like a fresh wound, and the shoulder was still stained with blood.

The man's slender fingers squeezed the sterilized silk cloth and gently wiped the blood on the edge of the shoulder wound, his brows were deeply knit together, and he would say a few words every time he wiped it, with a tone of reproach and distress, "Kai Chun Yi Just pass and stand, the boss is not young, he is like a child, he will wrestle with others if he doesn't say a few words, and he will go back after living, how can he still have the demeanor of the leader of the three armies?"

As if he also felt ashamed, the man being lectured lowered his head, his side face was stern, and there was a slight smile between his frowning brows, as if these chanting were like words of love piercing his ears.

"On the battlefield, swords, guns and halberds don't have long eyes, but a few jokes with people make real swords and guns," the man cleaned up the blood on the wound, turned around and took a blue porcelain bottle from the low table , shaking the powder inside to the wound, "be patient," he said and sighed, "the body is always my own, you don't care about it so hard, but I don't think it's a big deal, I'm really scared in my heart ..."

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Someone pushed his arm, and the bowl in Fengyue's hand fell back into the sink and hit the bowl below, pulling him back from his thoughts with a bang. What caught the eye was the whitewashed walls and the sink filled with water. There was no military account, let alone the slightest trace of that person.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Song Nan patted him lightly on the arm, "Are you okay? I've been calling you for a long time, what are you thinking?" He reached out to turn off the still running faucet, and pushed Fengyue aside Pushed, "Is there something wrong with you?"

Feng Yue's face was pale, and there were thin layers of sweat on his forehead. Song Nan frowned and didn't plan to wash the dishes anymore, so he pulled him outside, "You may be suffering from heat stroke," he said. He pressed down on the chair, "Sit down for a while, I'll check if there is any Huoxiang Zhengqi water."

[The author has something to say]: Brother Yue thinks... spring...!Identification completed (smile.jpg)