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"Boss, let's have a bowl of hot and sour noodles!" Yang sat down with his legs stretched out.

"Okay!" A male voice like a bell came from the back kitchen.

This is a small shop with only fifteen square meters.There are six red plastic tables inside. The plastic skin on the tables has cracked and turned outwards due to a long time.On each table is a small stainless steel jar with a lid, which contains bright red chili oil.A jar of disposable chopsticks, and a bottle of black vinegar.

The desktop looked clean, but he lowered his head slightly and glanced at the past. It was shiny. When summer came, the desktop would be a paradise for flies.Compared with the small stalls, it can only be said that you don’t have to worry about being chased by the urban management all over the street. As for the sanitary conditions, is it Semir?

As for Yang Tui, he has eaten at this place for nearly three years.It's not that the taste here is better than other places. The main reason is that it's cheap!The boss is not bad.

For example, the hot and sour noodles that Yang Tukui often eats, almost all other small shops sell them for six yuan, but here they only cost four yuan.In order to save the two dollars, most of them eat at this small shop.After all, there are many people who want to take advantage of it.

As a result, this small shop is overcrowded almost every day, but Yang Keg Leg, who is very familiar with this shop, can eat with less people every time.Almost every time there is a place to sit, there is no need to be crowded every time, and there is no need to wait in line for food.

"Xiao Yang, this is yours!" Uncle Kang, who is the owner of the small shop, said with a smile.After finishing the rice for Yang's legs, he brought it out to him and placed it in front of him.

"Yeah, thank you!" After Yang Kuigao finished speaking, he removed a disposable chopstick, then lowered his head, "...sucking...sucking..." and ate the noodles in the bowl.He was so hungry that he was about to faint.

After taking a sip, I found it not too spicy, so I took a spoonful of red chili oil and added it.Immediately, the original light brown color of the hot and sour powder immediately turned into a dark brown with a layer of oil.

The amount of hot and sour noodles here is less than others.Because of the low price, the powder inside is only [-]% of other powders.The rest of the bowl is green vegetables and bean sprouts.Add a little bit of pickled cabbage and fried peanuts.

Yang's legs were only focused on "...hechihechi..." eating noodles, sweating profusely from eating.He casually put the more than 300 yuan mobile phone he bought on the right hand side.

When he entered the store just now, most of the other customers in the store were playing with their mobile phones with their heads down.Yang Tiaogui looked at it boredly, but he was not interested.He doesn't like playing with his mobile phone very much.I have no feeling for any chat tool like Penguin.I don’t really understand, other writers who know him ridicule him as an alien from Mars, who has been severely left behind by the ever-developing era.

He just smiled indifferently.He felt that it was a waste of time to learn about those things.If he has time, he might as well write more.It’s just that the functions of mobile phones are becoming more and more complete. Otherwise, why are so many people kidnapped by mobile phones and become low-headed people?

He bought it two days ago to write a novel.He is an Internet writer who has been on the Internet.After nearly three years of writing, my writing style has also improved a lot.Barely mixed into a pink position, just enough to live, I can't starve myself to death.

Because of sitting at the computer for a long time, his spine is a little stiff.Seeing that you can write texts on your mobile phone, you bought one.Put it next to the pillow for writing at night, or when inspiration suddenly strikes in the middle of the night.

His phone was clean, except for the software on the phone itself, Yang Tutu only downloaded an app from that website for use when posting.Another one is that out of boredom, I set up a screensaver.

Maybe I'm still not used to writing on my mobile phone, so I don't feel at ease, fearing that my mobile phone will swallow the text I wrote.While waiting for the meal, Yang Tui felt very bored, so he casually posted some of the chapters he wrote while lying in bed this morning and the few chapters he saved these days, and saved the rest in the draft box inside.

It is not a joke to say that Yang's legs will be stuck in time to eat.When Yang Tuji ate half of his hot and sour noodles, a large group of people suddenly poured into the small shop.Out of the corner of his eye, Yang Tuigu caught a glimpse of a skinny man sitting beside him, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

With one chopstick, he picked up the last few slices of green vegetables and three or two sticks of noodles in the bowl, and finished the soup in the bowl in two or three mouthfuls. Yang Kuigao took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and wiped his oily mouth. .

Standing up, I reached out to pick up my phone and go home.In the end, I found nothing, and looked down, where is there any mobile phone on the table?

Yang Kage suddenly panicked. Although the mobile phone is cheap, he just bought it and hasn't used it much yet!Seeing people pouring in from outside the store, the angrily shouted at the people around him: "Who took my mobile phone away?"

After scanning the crowd for a week, everyone looked like that nasty thief!

Yang Kuigu was so anxious that his eyes were red, watching other people pointing at him, looking at him with either indifference or stupid eyes.Yang Kuigu deeply felt the indifference of the crowd, and his heart turned cold!

I just wanted to ask Uncle Kang if he was monitoring him, but he pressed it down again.Such a small shop, where is there any monitoring?

It must be the man just now!He suddenly thought that the man had just come when he was still eating, but now he had disappeared.The position next to him has now changed, and there is a little girl sitting.Standing on tiptoe, Yang looked into the store, and sure enough, the man was no longer there!

"Damn it, the mobile phone I just bought!" Yang's legs were so angry that his lungs ached.

"I said young man, can you give up your seat after eating? You occupy the seat like this, how can you let others eat?" Yang Tiaotu was lowering his head, feeling sad in his heart. Bundle.

Yang Kuigao looked up at her, with a bit of bewilderment on his face.

The people around still had indifferent expressions, looking at this side as if they were watching a good show.

At this time, Uncle Kang from the kitchen came out, first he smiled at those who were still standing, and then said: "I'm so sorry! There are seats, please find a place to sit first, if not, wait for a while That's it! Soon!"

When passing by Yang Tutu, Yang Tutu thought that he would comfort him.After all, he was already an old acquaintance and a regular customer.But Uncle Kang hung his face and said: "Hurry up and give way after eating! The shop is still open for business! Didn't you see that there are so many people waiting? Really!"

Immediately, Yang Keg felt a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head.He still thinks too well of people, and he himself is just a diner to others, so what's the difference?Why do I think that others treat me differently?His politeness was only due to the needs of doing business, but he regarded it as a genuine kindness!

Yang Tuigu felt a little lost, and finally didn't know how he got out of that small shop.

He comforted himself with a wry smile, even if the thief stole the phone, he wouldn't be able to use it.Fortunately, he himself saved the essays that he had accumulated for several days, nearly [-] words, into the draft box of the website.

Thinking of this, the discomfort in my heart seemed to be relieved a little.

Young legs have always been unlucky.It's just that he didn't expect that he would be so unlucky!

In the past, when he was shopping online, nine times out of ten he would buy inferior products, he would be kicked out for putting up a film at a small stall, and he would be ganged up by his colleagues to get a job.Countless unlucky things happened, almost all of which were spread by Yang Kegs.

But Yang's legs became more frustrated and courageous, okay, didn't you make me unlucky?Then I will see, how unlucky can you make me be?So he went out to eat today.As a result, not surprisingly, the phone was stolen!

I looked for a job countless times, but I was unemployed for no reason!The only job is to write novels, and it has been written without accident until now, but after three years, it has only been mixed into a pink position.Although his contemporaries are already great gods, he often comforts himself: he is a late bloomer!

The fire in my heart went out again.

He walked to the door of the hut he rented and took out the key to open the door.He felt that he urgently needed to calm down, otherwise he couldn't help but want to kill someone.

The key□□The key was empty, turned with a click, and the door opened.

Just after Yang Keg Leg closed the door after entering, the light in the room was a little dark, and he vaguely saw a UFO flying straight towards him.Seeing that he was about to hit his own face.

Yang Kili didn't want his face to bloom, so he turned around quickly in an emergency.And then, uh...the UFO went straight for Yang's ass.

After a while, "... ah..." A shocking scream shook the whole building.

"What the hell are you doing!" A man on the fifth floor cursed downstairs.

Yang's injured legs clutched his buttocks, moved to the bathroom with difficulty, fumbled to turn on the light, and took off his pants.Because the orange light was too dim, he had no choice but to turn on the flashlight and shine it tremblingly on his buttocks.Then he turned his head and looked back with difficulty, but couldn't see clearly at all, so he had to pick up a small mirror to look at it.

Wanting to cry but without tears, he found five small thorns sticking out of his ass like a steamed bun.When he held the tweezers with great difficulty and took a lot of effort to remove the thorn on his buttocks.Almost broke out in a sweat!

Who the hell could tell him why the prickly prickly pear placed on the kitchen windowsill suddenly flew into the living room, flying straight towards him?Is the cactus fine?Or did you learn special abilities?

The prickly pear was a gift from him when he bought his mobile phone two days ago. Out of love, he put it in the kitchen with the brightest light.He also called the prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly prickly pear, clenched his fist in front of it and made an oath passionately: "I want to learn from you and fight against this damned fate tenaciously! Put up the lovely spikes like you, Facing this cruel world without fear! Don't be rich, don't forget each other!"

In the end, only two days later, his sworn brother decisively turned against him!Is it true that she really disliked him for losing his childhood sweetheart, the mobile phone, and decisively chose to break up with him, to avenge his stupidity by dying?

For a moment, Yang Tuji felt that he had been abandoned by the whole world...

After sitting on the toilet for a while, he suddenly came back to life full of blood, and said arrogantly, "Since you have treated me like this, then from now on, we will break off friendship!"

Then he moved out of the bathroom slowly, and swept the broken flowerpot, soil, and the prickly prickly pear into the dustpan.After hesitating for a few seconds, he still endured the "sorrow" and dumped the prickly pear into the trash can with a firm face.

A few minutes later, he came back in a hurry, holding a pair of tongs for poking fire, and carefully picked up the little prickly pear.I planted it in the corner of the balcony, in the soil used to grow onions.

"Hey... I heard that most of you have tenacious vitality. Now I really don't care about you. You can fend for yourself!" He said dully, not caring about his mouth, but honestly removing them from the trash can Picked it up?

Sure enough, he is still too soft-hearted!

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