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"What do you need?" Seeing someone coming in, Lin Feng hurriedly asked.

"Three links." The woman who entered the store said.

"Three links" Fengzi repeated it puzzled.

"Well, it's just three links, isn't it?" The woman raised her eyebrows.

"There are many kinds of three links, which one do you need?" I was speechless when I met such customers, but Lin Feng never swears at customers. If you see people talk about people, you can also talk about ghosts when you see ghosts.

"Ah! There are several types of three links. Let me ask." The woman took out her mobile phone and looked at Lin Feng while making a call. Instead of the normal expression just now, she was already apologetic. "Master Wang, what kind of three links do you want, and there are several kinds of three links—the three links into the water."

"Ask what model it is." Lin Feng interrupted hurriedly.

"What model is 50?" The woman looked at Lin Feng, who made an OK gesture.The woman saw it and said to the phone, "Okay, I got it." The woman hung up the phone and smiled at Lin Feng, and said, "I need a plastic glue."

"Do you need anything else?" Lin Feng still had a smile on his face, thinking in his heart, now it's convenient to use the phone, if you didn't know how many trips you had to buy to understand this a few years ago!

"No, how much?"

Lin Feng had already packed the tee and plastic glue into the bag and handed it to the woman, "6 yuan."

After the three-way woman left, Lin Feng thought: women, they are born to be incomprehensible about models and types!Lin Feng also raised his eyebrows like a woman, and said in his heart: "Well, it's just three links, isn't there?" Maybe I should say: "I have many kinds of three links here, you have one of each?" Thinking of Lin Feng, he smiled.

At the end of the day, Lin Feng glanced at the account book:

Interior door locks: 2

LED bulb small filament: 5, large filament: 3

Steaks: [-] (Bull steaks, Lin Feng likes to write like this, it’s easy to read and understand)

0mm, cement nails, tile drill bits, raw material tape, electric tape, washing machine faucet, 60cm hose...

This small business with small in and out can manage Lin Feng's food and clothing anyway.

Lin Feng suddenly felt that love is like three links, there are many kinds, but which one is the one I need? At that time, no one will know, until I really need it, I will find the one that suits me. Yes, and people who find it often think that theirs is the only one. In fact, there are many other models of the same model, but you don't know.So, in fact, Jia Zhipeng just found out that he is gay and wanted to find a relationship, so he met himself. If he didn't have himself, he would meet someone else.He, Jia Zhipeng, is like the earth, without me, Lin Feng, they will still turn around!

But what is Jia Zhipeng to me? Is it just a suitable three-way Lin Feng shook his head...

"Have you eaten yet?" Lin Feng knew whose mouth this substandard Mandarin came from without looking.

"I didn't eat, please." Lin Feng didn't lift his eyes, but felt warm and comfortable in his heart.

"What to eat, I'll go buy it." Jia Zhipeng put down the bag in his hand, turned around and was about to go out.

"I've bought the vegetables, you can go back and make them, I'll take them away later." Lin Feng couldn't help laughing. Although the smile was shallow, it felt really comfortable in his heart.In fact, what else can I want to be like this person every day, that's fine.

"Oh, then I'll go up." Jia Zhipeng opened the door and left.But Lin Feng saw him enter the supermarket not far away, and Lin Feng guessed whether Jia Zhipeng would buy yogurt or ice cream.Not long after, Jia Zhipeng came out of the supermarket with an ice cream in his mouth and a bag of 8 boxes of yogurt in his hand.

"You foodie!" Lin Feng watched Jia Zhipeng out of sight, and smiled secretly.

I looked at my watch, it was almost seven o'clock, and it was almost an hour since Jia Zhipeng went upstairs, Lin Feng tidied it up, no one would buy anything any later, so let's put it away!Usually, Lin Feng didn't pick up until around nine o'clock, so it's okay to go back anyway, sitting in the store is still sitting, and he can sell more things, but now he would rather stay by Jia Zhipeng's side, just stay there.

The biggest advantage of being with a foodie is that you can eat delicious food!Jia Zhipeng is not a foodie who can only eat but not cook, he can cook all kinds of dishes deliciously.Lin Feng doesn't need to worry about what to have for dinner, as long as there are ingredients, Jia Zhipeng can make delicious food.Lin Feng is also ingenious in this respect, he can make some very homely things delicious and beautiful, even the dumplings can be wrapped delicately and beautifully.

The ideal of life is an ideal life, and Lin Feng's ideal of life is to have a meal with Jia Zhipeng overnight.

Lin Feng thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and connected it, and wrote a paragraph on Talking: It doesn't matter

It doesn't matter who cooks the meal, as long as two people eat together;

The bed does not matter whether it is soft or hard, as long as two people sleep together;

The size of the room does not matter, as long as two people live together;

It doesn't matter who raises the family, as long as the two of them are together!

As soon as Lin Feng reached the second floor, he could already smell the aroma of the food. The warm smell warmed his heart.Lin Feng raised the left corner of his mouth and smiled, though shallow, but it went straight to the deepest part of his heart from the corner of his mouth.Going to the third floor, the aroma is even stronger, and Lin Feng thought: "It's the chicken neck in sauce again, I really don't like meat!" There is also the smell of celery, um, it should be one meat, one vegetable, one soup and one rice, and Jia Zhipeng's soup with sauce chicken neck If you like to mix rice, the staple food is rice!Lin Feng thought he had already reached the fourth floor, so he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Hmm, um..." There was a reply from the door, Lin Feng thought to himself, what is this foodie holding in his mouth?

As soon as the door opened, Lin Feng wrinkled his nose, smelled it and asked, "Have you got pancakes? No rice?"

"Ah? Do you want to eat rice?" Jia Zhipeng asked inarticulately.

"No, anything is fine, I just thought you could cook rice, didn't you make chicken necks?" Lin Feng couldn't believe that this foodie would give up the soup with sauced chicken necks.

"Oh, the tomato, fungus and egg soup I made will be pancakes. The chicken neck soup will be frozen tomorrow, and I will eat it with stewed kidney beans and potatoes." Jia Zhipeng spat the chicken bones in his mouth into his hands, and said seriously Thinking about my own plan, I went to the kitchen again.

"You're a fucking foodie!" Lin Feng laughed, "Did you finish your meal?"

"No, in another ten or twenty minutes, the chicken neck is still undercooked." Jia Zhipeng turned off the range hood, simmered the chicken neck on low heat, washed his hands and dried them, went into the room, opened a bag of potato chips and sat down. Pick up the remote from the couch.

In the bathroom, Lin Feng saw a pair of black trousers thrown on the washing machine cover. He looked through them and found that they belonged to Jia Zhipeng. Lin Feng saw that he was also dark-colored. He took off his trousers and threw them into the washing machine together with Jia Zhipeng's trousers. He opened the door and asked: "Is there anything else to wash?"

"It's gone, my shirts are too light to be washed together." Jia Zhipeng used the remote control to switch channels, and replied.

"Bring the shirt, too!"

"Oh," Jia Zhipeng got up, rolled up his shirt, and called out, "Fengzi."

Just as Lin Feng stuck his head out of the bathroom, a ball of clothes flew towards him.Lin Feng grabbed it and threw it into the washbasin.

Listening to the sound of the TV outside and rubbing the collar of Jia Zhipeng's shirt with his hands, Lin Feng looked at himself in the glasses, 35, so fast!A person who is on the fourth day...he is there if there is anything, but he doesn't want to think about it, so he just thinks about something.

When Lin Feng came back from drying his laundry on the balcony, Jia Zhipeng had already put cold celery and a large plate of oil cakes on the table, and was bringing two bowls of tomato, egg and fungus soup from the kitchen. He put them on the table and turned back into the kitchen , brought out the steaming sauced chicken neck.When Lin Feng saw it, he reached out and took one, blowing it and putting it into his mouth.

"Hot—" Jia Zhipeng said without stopping and turned back to the kitchen, took the chopsticks back to the table, and handed them to Lin Feng, "I don't even wash my hands."

"You're blind, I just finished washing!" Lin Feng gave Jia Zhipeng a blank look.He took the chopsticks and put them aside, and continued to eat with his hands.

"Yes." Jia Zhipeng smiled naively, and reached out to take a chicken neck.This thing is still easy to eat with your hands.

In the evening, after Lin Feng finished washing, Jia Zhipeng had already entered the bed. Seeing that Jia Zhipeng was playing with his mobile phone, Lin Feng also brought his mobile phone. Without entering the bed, Lin Feng directly put his head on Jia Zhipeng's stomach.

After watching the miscellaneous news for a while, Lin Feng finally couldn't hold back and opened his mouth first: "Is there no other way?"

Both of them didn't want to mention it, but when someone mentioned it, they both knew what they were talking about.

"My parents insisted that I resign and go back, and I have no choice." Jia Zhipeng's eyes were still on the phone screen and did not move away.

"Yes, even if you don't want anything, you still have your parents!" Lin Feng glanced sideways at Jia Zhipeng, and then shifted his gaze to the phone.

"Alas—" the two sighed.

silence……

Lin Feng deliberately raised his head, pressed Jia Zhipeng back, and decided to break the silence in the room, asking, "Have you gained weight again?"

Knowing that Lin Feng also wanted to change the subject, Jia Zhipeng followed Lin Feng and said, "It seems to be——I just found out that there is a grilled fish shop in Wanda Plaza. The taste is real!"

"The one you took Lei Zi to?"

"How do you know we've gone?" Jia Zhipeng shifted his gaze from the phone screen to Lin Feng's profile.

"What can you two foodies go out with?" The corner of Lin Feng's mouth curled up. He really knew this man like the back of his hand, and he was very proud that this was his man.

Lin Feng grew up on an island, and he is not used to eating freshwater fish. No matter how it is cooked, his mouth has a muddy smell, even the Sichuan cuisine with a lot of chili is no exception.Jia Zhipeng is a foodie, he likes to find all kinds of delicious food, and then take Lin Feng there, but he also knows that Lin Feng can't accept freshwater fish at all, and he doesn't force it, so he takes Lei Zi there.Lei Zi is a foodie. He heard that there are delicious food. He can make his eyes fall out.

Lin Feng glanced at the desk calendar next to his bed, it was October 2015, 10, there are still 27 days left!

Well, it suddenly occurred to Lin Feng that he was going to resign one month in advance? Fuck, you dumb gourd, why don't you tell me when you leave!