woods lane life

Shi Jia pulled a long line and put the fan at the entrance of the library, and sat under the cool eaves with the wind blowing from the river into the alley.There was only one bench in the library, and Shi Jia pulled a newspaper and put it on the threshold. Before saying hello, Zheng Quming just sat on the bench and crossed his legs like a Huang Shiren.

Shi Jia felt that he was used to being bullied, so he swallowed his anger and poured him a glass of water: "Master, please drink tea."

Zheng Quming took the cup, saw the dark liquid in Shi Jia's cup again, and asked, "What is that?"

"Black sesame powder, Brother Chu gave it to me. Do you want to drink it?"

Zheng Quming shook his head: "Why didn't Aunt Han give it to me?"

"Look at your face, I might think you're ugly." Shi Jia took a sip from the cup, put the cup on the ground carefully and said, "There's too much sugar. You really don't want to drink it?"

"Don't drink, I'm afraid I'm going to starve." Zheng Quming glanced at him, and he picked up the cup again, and drank it one mouthful at a time, as if drinking some fine wine.

"Has my hair turned black?" Shi Jia asked.

Zheng Quming shook his head honestly, saw Shi Jia stroked his hair in disappointment, then smiled and said in a low voice: "Stupid."

The two chatted lazily. Shi Jia leaned on the door frame and saw Chu He walking towards the library, and called him quickly: "Hey! Brother!"

After Chu He approached, he was annoyed when he saw Zheng Quming sitting at the door.There were still two steps left before he left, he raised the two bags of biscuits in his hand and shouted at Shi Jia: "Here are two bags of biscuits for you, go ahead!"

Shi Jia quickly stood up, took two steps and walked over to get the biscuits: "There is no market for hitting your face."

"I baked it yesterday. It's hot, so hurry up and eat."

Shi Jia held a large bag of biscuits in each of his left and right hands, one in the shape of bones and the other in geometric shapes.After weighing it, it was quite heavy: "How can I finish it all by myself?"

"Do whatever you want. I'm going back to the hotel first."

"Isn't it only one o'clock? I'm taking stock, what are you busy with?"

Chu He looked at Zheng Quming, rolled his eyes, and said in a low tone: "I don't want to stay with idiots, I'm afraid, it will infect me, where can I go to treat it?"

Zheng Quming saw how happy he was, and smiled: "Little brother, what you said is so unkind."

Chu He got angry as soon as he heard it, and yelled at the top of his voice: "Don't talk nonsense to me, make it seem like we don't know each other. Make it clear, you have a grudge against me, so I don't like you. Don't make it so Shi Jia thinks I'm taking advantage of you, isn't that kind? I'm thicker than the city wall."

Shi Jia was stirred into the hatred between the two, and quickly waved his hands and said, "I didn't think anything. How much do you two hate each other? I've agreed first, I want to fight and go out."

"My fault, my fault." Zheng Quming couldn't laugh or cry: "Little handsome guy, forgive me?"

"Forget it, let me be more generous." Chu He walked over and sat directly on the ground by the door.He looked in the library again: "Is my boss not here?"

Shi Jia sat down on the threshold next to him: "What is he doing here? By the way, Brother Chu..."

Chu He let out an "hey" and smiled as if he had picked up a treasure.Seeing him like that, Zheng Quming also laughed out loud.Chu He turned his head and gave him a hard look, and said angrily, "Can you hold it in?"

Shi Jia was baffled by the state of the two of them. Before Zheng Quming could explain, he was stunned and had no chance to open his mouth. This meeting was really obedient, and he pursed his lips to hold back his laughter.Shi Jia glanced between the two: "You guys know each other very well?"

"Get out, brush your face."

"Familiar, neighbor across the door."

Shi Jia quickly picked up Zheng Quming's words, fearing that Chu He would explode again: "Brother Yuan told me that you always stir-fry Hunan cuisine these days? Private recipes?"

"Tsk," Chu He got angry, and said to Zheng Quming deliberately: "I have to fry a good spicy chicken, so that a certain spicy chicken can know what spicy chicken is."

"Yes, yes, your spicy chicken is the best." Zheng Quming replied.

"What?" Shi Jia was dumbfounded.

"This grandson orders takeout every Tuesday and Thursday at noon, and I only take lunch breaks on these two days a week. Can you let me sleep peacefully? I suspect he did it on purpose." Chu He glanced at Zheng Quming: "It's okay to eat takeaway, I have to take over the meal you ordered like an intermediary. I said, brother, I will knock on your door every week to ask you to change the house number of the takeaway note. Why are you sore or not?" Out of my mind? Takeaways are always delivered to my home. The takeaway guy asked me, is this spicy chicken really that delicious? I am a good young man, I can eat and cook, no matter what, I should change the taste? Your uncle It’s good, you’re obsessed with obsession, and you’re dead set on it, right? I eat spicy chicken every time! Spicy chicken! I’m so embarrassed to take out takeout, my brother always says spicy chicken when he sees me every Monday? I’m going to fall in love with him with this frequency .”

After Chu He talked about it, Shi Jia finally understood the general idea, that is, Zheng Qu Ming's delivery always delivered to the right door.Whether he did it on purpose, Shi Jia couldn't guess.Zheng Quming is a craftsman, and it is normal to stay at home and eat takeaway all day long. It is quite magical to do this.Zheng Quming has always been a very polite person, and he is not likely to do troublesome things for such a long-standing grievance that can be resolved with a finger.

Chu He seemed to have been beaten into chicken blood, and his attitude of bringing his own chili peppers to practice in a restaurant was quite strange, and it was not easy to be angry with him for such a long time.

Shi Jia thought about it for a while, but he didn't want to participate in their farce of pretending to be a house, so he opened a bag of biscuits as a cake-eating crowd.

After Chu He finished complaining, Zheng Quming had no intention of refuting, and sat with his legs crossed.Shi Jia felt that he was quite cheap, so in order to maintain Fa Xiao's image, she had no choice but to hold up the bag and ask him, "Do you want to eat?"

Zheng Quming reached out to take it, but the distance was too far, so he had to retract his legs, stood up and walked to the door, took a piece of biscuit and ate it.Seeing Chu He sitting on the ground looking up at himself, obviously waiting for an evaluation.He quickly chewed it twice and swallowed it, and exaggeratedly said with a thumbs up: "It's delicious! Master!"

After receiving the praise, Chu He almost put on his wings and went to the sky. He raised his eyebrows and said, "That's nonsense, I was the champion when I was making pastry. If I hadn't turned into a red case, the baking world would lose my legend ?”

Shi Jia also flattered at the right time, applauding like a seal: "Yes!"

Chu Heshuang flipped over and straightened his collar while sitting on the ground, as if he was about to go on stage to receive an award.Seeing that he was in a good mood, Shi Jia picked up another bag of bone-shaped biscuits and asked him: "Then can this bag be rewarded to Zheng Quming? It will be cheaper for him."

"Give it to him," Chu He glanced at the half-smiling person in front of him, feeling very distressed, and couldn't help but say a few words to him: "Bones have a sense of belonging."