lend me money!

Wu Zhanliang opened his eyes and lay paralyzed on the bed, he didn't even have the strength to scold Bian Yangwei.

gollum...

Gulululu......

Life will always find a way, and a hungry stomach can fulfill its potential.

When the sky was dim and bright, the physical night battle came to an end.

Wu Zhanliang, who was already so hungry that he had only one breath left, was even more withered and exhausted. Who said that lying down does not require effort?Even the voice has become hoarse, not to mention being pressed down and folded in half, and the limbs are constantly being lifted and manipulated, which is not the case when practicing yoga.

"I want to pay in advance..." Wu Zhanliang was on the verge of death, and he had a flash of inspiration, and finally thought of a disguised expression other than "lend me money".

As cunning as Bian Yang, Wei didn't expect Wu Zhanliang to come up with this trick. He wanted to starve Wu Zhanliang for another day, but he couldn't come up with a reason to refuse, so he obediently paid 3000 yuan for food.

Life is the happiest, and the wedding night in the bridal chamber is completed.At 25:[-], Bian Yangwei, who had been resting all night during the war, did not look tired at all, and went out with his briefcase refreshed.

In the past, it would cost two to three hundred yuan to buy a crispy salted chicken casually. After the battle last night, the face value of the three thousand in hand was almost more than 3 yuan.

Wu Zhanliang was not really an idiot either. After suffering so much, he became obedient no matter how stupid he was. He lay on the bed to recover his strength, thinking about how to use 3000 yuan to live for seven days, which should be eight days, because one day was paid in advance.

Gulululu... Slowly propped up his hands, protesting with pain all over his body, Wu Zhanliang cursed again, when his limp feet stepped on the ground, his head circled several times in a daze of gold stars, and what was worse was his buttocks. The last foreign body sensation is more obvious when moving.

After taking a hard shower, Wu Zhanliang decided to check online first.

Based on his current 28-year-old life, the source of three meals: at home→reach out for tea, open his mouth for food, or eat out→pay.All he knows is toast, which is to put slices of toast in the toaster for breakfast, and wait for the time to jump up and spread cream and jam.

Apart from looking for information, Wu Zhanliang is not very interested in surfing the Internet. If he wants to use his own resources, the real world will already be full of peach blossoms. How can he get the virtual world and risk encountering dinosaurs?

He took out the paper and wrote on it with a pen: toast, rice.Type in the keyword "no money" and "eat for a week" in the empty space. Some suggest cooking noodles with sauce or frozen dumplings, instant noodles, winter noodles with sand tea sauce, etc.

Wu Zhanliang wrote everything down, felt the magic and practicality of the Internet, and prepared to have breakfast and do some shopping before going out.

The basic definition of a mansion: wide and wide are essential.Wu Zhanliang's frivolous footsteps bounced from the head of the house to the atrium, and swayed to the gate, feeling that he was almost half dead.And the mansion is a lonely existence, there will be no friendly roadside stalls next to it, and it is hard to walk to the nearest soy milk shop.

"Is this enough for today?" The daughter of the owner of the breakfast shop smiled sweetly. On weekdays, this handsome customer would order two omelets, one carrot cake, fried buns and salted soy milk.

"...I feel a little sick to my stomach, let's do this for now." Wu Zhanliang reduced the portion to only salted soy milk and an omelet.

Originally, I wanted to ask the boss's daughter where there is a Quanlian nearby, but Wu Zhanliang took it back after thinking about it. Asking Songqing seemed to be more face-saving... The Filipino maids I met in the elevator all carried Songqing's bags.

Saving face and forcing Wu Zhanliang to finish his breakfast, he walked two streets to find a passer-by with a three-point full stomach and asked, "Excuse me, may I ask, where is the Quanlian near here?

"Go straight from here, turn left and you will see it."

Just like that, Wu Zhanliang carried three big bags home anxiously, which were nothing more than the items he had just written down. Next time he was in shape, he remembered to bring his own shopping bags when he went out. His 3000 yuan could not be wasted on shopping bags. Just buying in this way, almost half of the money was spent.

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"This for dinner?" Wu Zhanliang nodded awkwardly, even he couldn't believe that he would cook something like this.

Bian Yangwei left the company in the evening. According to him, Wu Zhanliang might buy some cheaper food outside, but he never expected to cook for himself.

"You cooked it yourself?" Bian Yangwei asked again in disbelief, and used a spoon to scoop up a large pot for ten people. The soup base was full of crumbs of vegetables and minced meat. He could recognize the winter noodles. It's just that what happened to the rotten dumpling skin?

Wu Zhanliang nodded again in embarrassment.

"I wanted to say to boil the dumplings and roll them out of the pot, and pick them up when they are cooked... But I boiled them in water for a long time. When I picked them up and tried them, I found that the meat inside was still raw, so I continued to cook them and put them in the freezer. Several dumplings were stuck together again, so I had to use chopsticks to break them apart, but the skin broke."

"Then this?" Bian Yangwei asked, picking up the noodles with a spoon.

"I want to say... put some winter noodles to increase the portion, otherwise the two of us may not have enough food, and it might be good to make soup." Wu Zhanliang tried hard to explain.

So "Broken Skin Dumpling and Winter Noodle Soup" was born.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Zhanliang watched Bian Yangwei take out his iPhone 4 in puzzlement.

"You'll know it when you see it." Bian Yangwei took pictures of Wu Zhanliang's first cooking debut from various angles for future memories.After the filming, he finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao, you should die laughing!" Wu Zhanliang couldn't hold back his face, so angry that he turned his head away and didn't want to pay attention to Bian Yangwei.Still taking pictures, bad!

"Come here, let's eat together." Bian Yangwei wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, smiled and waved.

"You said it yourself, don't regret it." Wu Zhanliang said angrily.

What about the taste?Of course it's not tasty.It tastes as light as a buffet soup, and the winter noodles are still hard because they are not soaked in water beforehand.

"You've never cooked at home?"

"No. My grandma said that boys don't need to cook, and it would be embarrassing." Wu Zhanliang replied, "What about you?Take it for granted that I can't cook it" eyes.

Bian Yangwei smiled, what he didn't say was that in the United States, he always cooks three meals by himself.The Bian family did not allow their children to be pampered and pampered. In addition to the necessity of excellent grades, every penny of pocket money in life needs a legitimate reason to be appropriated, just to prevent the wealth from being less than three generations.

"However, my grandma passed away two years ago, and her old man paid off the previous credit card debt for me."

"No wonder you didn't learn how to behave." Bian Yangwei finally understood why Wu Zhanliang's bad spending habits could last until the age of 28 before the credit card debt exploded.

"I'm not as rich as your family, so I don't have to worry about spending it. I remember that your mother bought McDonald's fried chicken nuggets for the whole class during the parent meeting."

"I told her not to do it, but she wouldn't listen. I remember your mother looked very young, not like she already had a high school son."

"She just married my dad and has been a full-time housewife at home, with a very nagging personality."

"Isn't my mother the same? She stares at my homework every day and asks me to learn things, because she is afraid that I will lose to others."

"My mother did the same. I didn't expect his son's qualifications to be very limited."

"You're not stupid. I'll help you with tutoring after class. Didn't you also get admitted to a national university?"

"Hmm... good luck."

Chatting and chatting, time vaguely returned to high school, the original rift seemed to be cleared, Wu Zhanliang, who was immersed in inexplicable thoughts, couldn't prevent someone approaching his head, and was kissed right on the head.

Lips touch lips.

"Why kiss me?" Wu Zhanliang stared displeased.

"Kiss if you want to kiss, why don't you ask first?" Bian Yangwei stuck out his tongue, drawing Wu Zhanliang's lip line, which is thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with a sexy and alluring curve, "I remember the female classmates in the class once discussed in private , your lips look very lustful and good at kissing."

"Stop bluffing, you can hear the girls hiding?" Wu Zhanliang didn't back down, but let the tip of his tongue lick the painting, maybe it was the memories of high school that weakened his vigilance, or maybe he did what he should do yesterday, and he didn't No matter how reserved, Bian Yangwei doesn't understand the meaning of rejection anyway.

dare?Bian Yangwei challenged Wu Zhanliang with masculine eyes.

Who is afraid of whom?Wu Zhanliang faced back.

Two people who have never known loneliness in the friendship circle, how can there be so few people to practice?

Wu Zhanliang drew the tongue of the battle post, and slid it around against the tip of the tongue. Bian Yangwei also followed suit, igniting sparks on an equal footing, and imitating each other's movements. Wherever the tongue touched, the other party followed.When Wu Zhanliang stuck the tip of his tongue in, Bian Yangwei sucked the tip of Invasion's tongue, and their lips met instantly.

The two looked directly at each other, and no one gave in. It was to see how many strange moves the other party could make.

The two tongues met at close quarters in the narrow and hot mouth, entangled intimately, and slid and chased. Suddenly, Bian Yangwei withdrew his tongue and stabbed Wu Zhanliang's lips in a simulated manner, giving an obscene hint.

Wu Zhanliang didn't care about the obscene tongue suggestion, and directly greeted with his teeth as punishment, that is to say, he didn't bite down hard, but someone was already in pain.

"It's better if it really hurts that much." Wu Zhan served with white eyes.

"Will you still feel uncomfortable?" Bian Yangwei, who was so painful that no one cared about him, asked softly in Wu Zhanliang's ear.

"...Where are you going? If I say it will hurt, you won't do it?" Wu Zhanliang pushed someone away with a red face.

"I have other ways." And more than one.Under the glasses of Bian Yangwei who supplemented it in his heart, there are eighteen ways to enter the fairyland with bad intentions and no need to enter. "Would you like to hear it?"

Wu Zhanliang's answer was to punch him.

"Go to hell!"