This attack is poisonous

"What do you want to eat? You need to tell the proprietress." Xiaoqian reminded him.

Just at this time, the proprietress took time out to deliver breakfast to Xiaoqian, Chen Rong took a look at Xiaoqian's order, and told the proprietress to order the same one.

"Are you Xiaoqian's friend? You're not a local with an accent. Did you just come here?" The proprietress asked casually.

Chen Rong was wearing basic casual clothes today, and her hair wasn't blown up, so she didn't have the usual noble and powerful aura.

The proprietress couldn't tell the price of the clothes, she just thought this man was very good-looking, even better than Xiaoqian, but she didn't realize that he was not of the same class as the owner of the massage shop.

"Well, I just came here." Chen Rong looked at Xiaoqian and said.

There were customers in front who were yelling for packing, and the proprietress didn't have time to chat with them, so she asked Chen Rong to wait for a while, and hurried over to get busy.

Xiaoqian pushed the breakfast to Chen Rong's side, and said to him, "Eat first, I'm not in a hurry."

Chen Rong didn't intend to eat here at first, but seeing Xiaoqian's movement of pushing the food over, he suddenly changed his mind, "Thank you, let's eat one each, and I should get my share after eating."

After speaking, he picked up a bun with disposable chopsticks, and then pushed the remaining one back in front of Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian obviously didn't expect him to say that, he was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "That's fine."

Chen Rong handed him a pair of chopsticks, Xiaoqian tore off the plastic paper on them, touched the woven basket with the buns with his left hand, picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, and then carefully brought them to his mouth and bowed his head to eat.

His eyes were half open at this moment, and when he lowered his head, the long eyelashes covered his pupils, Chen Rong couldn't see his absent-minded eyes, and suddenly had the illusion that he was not blind.

But looking at his eating movements, that kind of habitual cautiousness is not what normal people would have.

Chen Rong felt a bit of pain in his heart, he couldn't imagine how a blind person escaped here from City J without being discovered by the people he sent out.

Three years ago, he searched for more than a month to find out, but the place where Weng Jie appeared last was City J, and after that, the clues were completely cut off. This person disappeared without a trace, so that Chen Rong I even wondered if he was dead.

In the past three years, Chen Rong has never stopped looking for him, but there has been no news. The longer the time, the more panic Chen Rong can't suppress.

He didn't believe that But Weng Jie would die easily, but he was also very clear about the strength of the people he sent out. According to common sense, But Weng Jie had no ability to hide.

After the initial period of anger at Dan Weng Jie's daring to escape, he began to feel anxious, and many times he had to hold the clothes worn by Dan Weng Jie to barely fall asleep, and was often awakened by nightmares.

After seeing Xiaoqian yesterday, he finally had a fairly peaceful sleep, and when he woke up this morning, his usual hostility was much less.

When Chen Rong came back to his senses, Xiaoqian had already finished eating the fan bun, but the bun in his hand hadn't even touched a bite.

The proprietress also brought over another breakfast. Seeing that Chen Rong hadn't started eating the steamed stuffed bun, she smiled and boasted: "Our steamed stuffed bun tastes very good. Try it while it's hot. It won't taste good when it's cold. gone."

Chen Rong responded uncomfortably, and took a tentative bite of the pickled mustard bun after the proprietress left.

It's not as unpalatable as I imagined, and it's not delicious, it's just a general steamed stuffed bun flavor.

"How is it? Is it okay?" Xiaoqian faced him and asked as if looking at him with his eyes.

Chen Rong swallowed the food in his mouth before answering: "Not bad."

When he looked up, he saw Xiaoqian's half-shaved stubble and the fresh wound on his chin.

Xiaoqian laughed again at this time, as if he himself had been praised, "If you like it, you can come back next time. I usually eat here."

"Well, good." Chen Rong replied staring at his smiling face, then pushed the porridge in front of him and said, "Hurry up and drink the porridge, it will be cold later."

"Thank you." Xiaoqian touched the porridge bowl, and then touched the spoon along the mouth of the bowl. The proprietress usually put the spoon in the bowl directly.

Chen Rong reached out and put the spoon into his hand, and Xiaoqian thanked him a little embarrassedly.

Chen Rong mechanically chewed the buns in his mouth, while watching Xiaoqian eating the porridge.

He drank very slowly. He first brought the porridge to his mouth to test the temperature, and then carefully blew a few breaths. He opened his mouth to drink when he felt that it was no longer hot.

Chen Rong saw that his hand holding the spoon was also injured, and the skin on the knuckles was scratched. It was not serious, but his skin was white, so the wound looked a bit conspicuous.

Now Xiaoqian's skin is relatively rough, and if you look closely, you can see the tiny dead skin that has turned up on the surface of the skin due to dryness.

Chen Rong still remembers that his face used to feel good to the touch, the skin was smooth, delicate and soft, and he couldn't help but touch it with his hands.

It seems that he really suffered a lot during this time.

After breakfast, Xiaoqian picked up the bamboo pole next to the seat, stood up and walked to the door, going to the proprietress to pay.

Chen Rong hurriedly followed him, as if ready to help him before he fell.

At this moment, there were not many customers in the store, so Xiaoqian took out a ten-yuan note folded in half from his pocket, and said to the proprietress: "Aunt Zhang, pay the bill, the two of us together."

"Hey, okay, it's four yuan in total." Aunt Zhang took the money, quickly pulled out a five-yuan note and a one-yuan note from the drawer, handed them to him, and said, "I want you six yuan, take the money, tomorrow See."

"Thank you, see you tomorrow." Xiaoqian said, and then he folded the change and stuffed it into his trousers pocket.

Mobile payment has covered the whole country a few years ago. Even in such a small county, few people now use cash.

Xiaoqian doesn't have a smartphone, and he doesn't dare to authenticate Alipay and WeChat with his real name, and he can't see it. It is very difficult for him to scan the QR code to pay, so he always carries some money with him when he goes out.

He doesn't have a wallet, and poor people rarely use wallets seriously, and the banknotes and coins are all stuffed into the pockets of his clothes.

This is very common at the bottom, but it is very rare for rich people like Chen Rong who grew up in a wealthy family.

He has never seen anyone put money directly into the pocket of his clothes. In his opinion, the pockets on the clothes are just decorations. At most, a temporary lighter or condom will be stuffed. It will definitely not be stuffed like Xiaoqian just now. Money.

Chen Rong followed Xiaoqian out the door with a complicated expression, and even helped him when he went down the steps in case he would fall.