After the Xueba character was exposed

Jiang Zhao took a step back subconsciously, but he still couldn't escape the attack from the half of the potato. The potato hit his waist, fell to the ground and rolled a few times before stopping the car.

"..." Jiang Zhao glanced at the potatoes lying on the edge of the door, and then looked at Jian Yao. Chef Jian still maintained the standard posture of chopping vegetables, and turned his head to look at him with a confused expression.

The sight quickly fell to his waist, Jiang Zhao looked down, the corner of his clothes that had just been touched by potatoes was stained with water, and there was a circle of water stains.

"...Fuck me." Jian Yao finally realized what happened, and approached Jiang Zhao with a kitchen knife, and tried to pull his clothes with the other hand, "You didn't get hurt?"

"No." Jiang Zhao took a few steps back quickly, staring at Jian Yao's right hand vigilantly, "Put down the knife."

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that he was holding up the knife as if he was about to cut someone, so he put the knife down obediently.

He picked up half of a potato on the ground, and wanted to pretend nothing happened, but the evidence at Jiang Zhao's hem couldn't be destroyed, and now that everyone had stolen the money, he just wanted to find a hole to get in.

Jiang Zhao came over and reached out to him, saying, "Give it to me."

Jian Yao was still squatting on the ground, obediently passed the potatoes over, and explained in a desperate struggle: "The potatoes are too slippery."

Jiang Zhao didn't bother to talk to him.

After rinsing the potatoes again, he returned them to the cutting board. This time, Jian Yao stayed on the side obediently, waiting without saying a word.

It was Jiang Zhao's turn to act as a statue in front of the chopping board as if time stood still.

"I think you can write a paper." Jian Yao leaned to the side and said, "It's called an in-depth analysis of the internal structure of potatoes. Your expression now makes me feel that you are going to dissect it in the next second."

Jiang Zhao glanced at him: "Then you can also write an article on how to accidentally hurt people with potatoes."

Jian Yao: "..."

Whether it was accidental or not, he didn't know, but now he wanted to hurt Jiang Zhao's people very much.

He was thinking about whether to give Jiang Zhao a punch, and Jiang Zhao finally made a move on the half of the potato.

Slicing is impossible. Unlike Jian Yao, Jiang Zhao has no self-knowledge. He has a deep understanding of his poor knife skills, so he cut the potato flat on the cutting board into two halves.

Two halves and two halves, and the final half of the potato becomes four random sized potato cubes.

When Zhang Wenbin returned from answering the phone, the two chefs in the kitchen were discussing whether to cut the potatoes into smaller pieces.

Zhang Wenbin looked at the tragedy on the chopping board, closed his eyes in suffocation, and decided to go to the battle himself, grabbed the knife from Jiang Zhao's hand and started to chase people away: "Okay, you two go to cook the vegetables, and I will do the rest."

Jian Yao is very good at instant cooking, so he took up the serving chopsticks and spoons and started to show himself, trying to regain the dignity he lost when he just cut the potatoes.

When Zhang Wenbin came out with several dishes, the cooked food in the bowls of the three of them had already piled up into a hill.

"Yes, Jane." Zhang Wenbin patted Jiang Zhao's arm twice with his backhand as he said, "You're wrong, the treater just sits here and waits for the guests to cook for you. Don't be ashamed of yourself."

Jian Yao was in a good mood. Hearing Zhang Wenbin's words, the peacock screen immediately turned on. The reason why he was so attentive to cook dishes had long been forgotten, and he echoed: "Yes, if you hire me, remember to pay the salary later. .”

Jiang Zhao was unmoved by the words of the two singing together. He cast a sidelong glance at Jian Yao and said indifferently, "Why do you hire me? To perform cutting potatoes?"

"..." Jian Yao's smile froze on his face, he turned halfway towards the chopsticks that Jiang Zhao sent with the cooked meat in his hands, and returned to his own bowl.

He put on a similar but obviously fake smile, took Jiang Zhao's bowl silently and shook it at his own a few times, and then returned the empty bowl and serving chopsticks to him.

Jiang Zhaomu cooked the dishes for himself, Zhang Wenbin smiled and watched the fun, Jian Yao ate the dishes for two, and when he was almost done, he began to act shamelessly, scooping Jiang Zhao's cooked dishes into his own bowl, At first, he pretended to say thank you, but he didn't get a response from Jiang Zhao later, so he didn't even bother to thank him.

Jian Yao is well aware of his drinking capacity, he can only drink one or two cans of fruit beer for fun, any more will cause problems, so when Zhang Wenbin asked him if he would like some beer, he refused, and went with Jiang Zhao Drink soda.

Zhang Wenbin didn't seem to hold a lot of alcohol, and his face turned red after drinking a glass, but he insisted that it was just drinking to his face, and he could not pour a thousand glasses.

After drinking, Zhang Wenbin obviously talked more. He felt that Jiang Zhao was too cold and boring to chat, so he turned the topic to Jian Yao.

"I thought your name was Jian Guangzhai until yesterday. Jiang Zhao asked me to help buy medicine. I didn't know that was a word. Although your uncle and I have ugly handwriting, and the words are not convincing, but uncle still recommends that you practice calligraphy. You said Xin After studying so hard for so many years, when the time comes, you will lose points in the exam because you can’t read the words clearly, that’s thanks to you.”

Jian Yao felt that his heart had been stabbed ten thousand times, but he still nodded and said, "I'm practicing, I'm practicing."

Zhang Wenbin was just thinking about what to say now, and the topic jumped up at will. After saying this, he leaned over to Jiang Zhao and asked him: "How is your tutor?"

Hearing his tutor Jian Yao's heart tremble, he lowered his head subconsciously and ate quietly.

"Push it." Jiang Zhao said.

"Why did you push it?"

Jiang Zhao paused, and said, "The grades are too poor to teach."

Jian Yao wanted to bury his head in the ground, but he always felt that Jiang Zhao glanced at him when he spoke just now.

Even if Jiang Zhao said so, he would still uncontrollably feel that half of the reasons were due to him.

Recalling the old incident brought back Jian Yao's memories, and he felt guilty when he thought about tutoring. Even if Jiang Zhao's rent was reduced by [-] yuan a month, his impression of Jiang Zhao's lack of money still couldn't be corrected.

There is no need to correct it, Jiang Zhao treats guests at home with poor cooking skills, it is estimated that Jiang Zhao still has no money now.

Zhang Wenbin didn't know the details of this matter, and said with a smile: "It's good if you can receive it, and you also ask other people's children to have good grades? There are so many smooth sailings in life. If you want to have a choice, you must first have capital, so I said You are still a child, you don’t understand these things, and you will understand later.”

Zhang Wenbin suddenly talked about the philosophy of life, but Jiang Zhao obviously didn't want to hear it, so he ate vegetables in silence with a frozen face, trying to shut his mouth with food.

"Then you don't want your mother's money now, and you haven't found something to do, and you won't let me help, where are you going to make money?"

Jiang Zhao threw a piece of potato into Jian Yao's bowl, and said, "The money is still enough now."

Zhang Wenbin asked: "How long is enough?"

"..." Jiang Zhao frowned, pursed his lips and threw a piece of potato into Jian Yao's bowl, and said impatiently, "Why are you talking about eating?"

Zhang Wenbin said: "All right, all right, don't say anything."

The dining table suddenly became quiet, only the sound of boiling soup in the pot. Jian Yao felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he could only try to reduce his sense of existence and poke at the potatoes in the bowl.

Fortunately, this stiff atmosphere only lasted for a moment, Zhang Wenbin took a sip of wine, and continued to pull Jiang Zhao as if nothing happened: "Why don't you give my daughter a make-up lesson, as it happens that she likes you very much, just press the outside The price is [-] per class, once a week."

Jian Yao was a little tempted when he heard these words, and suddenly raised his head to look at Jiang Zhao, but Jiang Zhao didn't look excited at all, and was a little speechless.

Jiang Zhao ignored Zhang Wenbin at all, and ate the dishes silently. Jian Yao was scratching his heart when he watched.

Jiang Zhao finally noticed Jian Yao's eager eyes, and replied, "No."

Jian Yao's eyes instantly turned into sharp knives, if it could materialize, Jiang Zhao would probably be shaved into a bald head.

Zhang Wenbin laughed, holding a wine glass and asked, "Don't you really think about it?"

Jiang Zhao said, "I don't think about it."

Zhang Wenbin laughed a few times indifferently, and finished the wine in one go.

Jian Yao beat Jiang Zhao ten thousand times in his heart, he didn't know what he could do without money, seeing the duck in his hand was about to fly, he couldn't help asking: "...why didn't you think about it? "

Zhang Wenbin probably didn't expect Jian Yao to ask, he was stunned for a while and then laughed: "You have to ask him, I don't know what you children are thinking."

Jian Yao looked at Jiang Zhao with questioning eyes, Jiang Zhao glanced at it and continued to boil the meat.

Seeing this arrogant attitude, Jian Yao refused in his heart to be classified as "you children" together with him.

"Uncle, I support you." Jian Yao held a soda and clinked glasses with Zhang Wenbin, "If I definitely don't want to agree, there will be no result if I try my best, and if I want to fight, I have to have the capital to fight."

The meaning of these words was very clear, and Jiang Zhao popped out a sentence: "If he drank too much, you also drank too much?"

Jian Yao gave Jiang Zhao a blank look to tell him to shut up, then turned to Zhang Wenbin and said, "Why don't I give you extra lessons for your daughter without using the market price, and I'll give you a [-]% discount."

Zhang Wenbin kept laughing, his squinted eyes never opened, and said blithely, "Okay."

Jian Yao glanced at Jiang Zhao proudly, only to find that Jiang Zhao was looking at him with a look on his face. He was not happy at the moment, and said, "I can go to the trial class after dinner, what grade is your daughter? I'm going to Prepare."

"Hahaha, don't be in a hurry." Zhang Wenbin leaned on the chair and shook his hands, "My daughter is still early for school."

Jian Yao: "???"

Jian Yao finally noticed that Zhang Wenbin seemed to be a bit drunk in this state.

He condescendingly approached Jiang Zhao and asked, "How old are your uncle and daughter?"

Jiang Zhao had a rare expression on his face, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, watching Jian Yao not speak.

"Huh?" Jian Yao tilted his head.

Jiang Zhao: "It's not a full moon yet."

Jian Yao: "..."

With Jian Yao's expression of eating two hundred potato cubes, Jiang Zhao finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

On the opposite side, Zhang Wenbin was still immersed in the drunken world, and continued to tease Jian Yao: "In a while, I will contact you."

That was a long time.

Jian Yao shot Zhang Wenbin a resentful look, put down his chopsticks and stood up, ready to escape the danger zone: "I'll go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of honey."

After buying the honey, Jian Yao didn't feel hungry anymore, after pouring honey water for Zhang Wenbin, the three chatted for a while, and Zhang Wenbin was about to leave.

Zhang Wenbin lived not far from here, and there was no sun or wind right now, so he was going to walk back slowly to digest food.

Although Zhang Wenbin said that he was not drunk at all, Jian Yao was still a little worried about him, so he took the initiative to follow him off.

Without Jiang Zhao, the two of them became a little unfamiliar, and Jian Yao didn't know what to say on the way, so he just followed silently.

He was walking boredly while counting the square bricks on the ground, when he heard Zhang Wenbin say, "You look a lot like Jiang Zhao."

"Ah, is that so?" Jian Yao laughed awkwardly, wondering how I looked like that ice cube that deserved a beating.

"The personality is not the same, but the temper is similar. These two things are different, can you understand?" Zhang Wenbin said.

"...can you?" Jian Yao said.

Zhang Wenbin smiled, unlike when he was in the shabby house, he didn't appear to be drunk at all.

"Jiang Zhao told me that someone helped him to share the rent, so I asked a few more questions, and he told me about you." Zhang Wenbin said, "But don't worry, I have to keep this matter a secret for him. If my sister finds out, there will probably be an uproar."

"Ah." Jian Yao didn't know what to say, so he could only respond perfunctorily.

...So Jiang Zhao didn't omit the details of the co-tenancy for Zhang Wenbin, but just omitted it for him.

"...What did he tell you?" Jian Yao asked.

"It's nothing." Zhang Wenbin said, "Just say that you don't get along with your family and you always quarrel, so you find him to share the rent and come here to avoid the quarrels."

Jian Yao said "Oh" and nodded, but he quietly took back what he was about to scold Jiang Zhao in his heart.

"Jiang Zhao is about the same as you," Zhang Wenbin said.

He suddenly stopped and looked at Jian Yao for a long time, as if he found something on his face.

After watching for a while, he slowly raised his head and said, "He hardly saw his parents before he was seven years old, and I always took them with him."

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