Duckling Notes

I miss my dad very much.I also called my aunt on the weekend. Without saying much, I just told her that my dad came to see me, so she could rest assured.

Aunt cried again.Let me go back and see her.

I said yes, when you retire in the future, I will definitely take good care of you.

In that family, the best thing for me is my aunt.But I'm also most sorry for her.

It's not easy to raise a child, and my marriage has been in a state of cold war, and I have raised two children alone.Even if she was negligent, I don't think she can be blamed.Instead, my brother and I were sorry for her.

Qiangqiang is very happy to return to Xing Zhaohe's house.Because it can climb into bed to sleep again.

I don't know how Xing Zhaohe's hot pot city is, but Qiangqiang likes to sleep on his stomach. According to my visual inspection, his waist is about an inch round.

"You've gained weight." I couldn't be unhappy.

He probably figured it out too.I don't go to Hot Pot City for dinner anymore, and if someone treats me, I will delay it.In my bad luck, he ordered me to cook dinner.

I can cook rice, but if he is not at home, the meal is easy to pass, just make fried pork slices with vegetables, steam rice or cook some porridge.But when he eats at home, the meal naturally has to be a lot of trouble.

I asked him, "How did you solve the problem of eating before?"

"My mother asked the nanny at home to make it, put it in an insulated bucket and let the driver deliver it."

I rolled my eyes, what a noble man.

"If I cook and come out with four dishes and one soup, won't you still have to grow meat?"

He thought for a while, "Two dishes, one vegetarian and one meat. I don't eat the staple food, so cook me a pot of mung bean soup."

I nodded, the request is not high.However, stir-fried pork slices with green vegetables is also considered a meat dish, right?

"If you hadn't asked me to come out of the closet early, I would have been ignored and no one would have given me food?"

"..." Early death and early rebirth, I thought viciously.

Countless times when I was cooking, I wanted to add some rat poison to the mung bean soup, but after thinking about it, I was afraid that I might accidentally hurt Qiangqiang, so forget it.

Found those albums in his study.about me.

They were all sorted, and Lao Xia's name was written on the cover of the first book.The second book is Jin Zinan, the third book is Brother Xiong, and the fourth book is Qu Mingyu.Needless to say, they were all photographed with them.I flipped through it roughly, and breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the private detective was not able to take pictures of me and them sleeping, only a few too intimate ones.Books [-] and [-] have no titles.I turned it over curiously, and closed it disgustingly.None of the people there were my regular companions, and some didn't even do their business, just had a drink at the bar.There are also some, I have had a few nights of experience, and some of them are annoying to me, and I don't want to see them for the second time.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find Yan Gewei alone.I guess he locked it up.

And a picture of my dad.It looks extra disgusting in pictures with people I hate.I was cruel, anyway, I had better photos of me and my dad, so I burned them too.Put together with those people, they are all polluted.

No matter how you think or feel uncomfortable, this is ironclad evidence!If he has the ability to drag my dad to catch my traitor, he may throw these albums in front of my dad when I pissed him off.

Although my dad already knows what I do, I still feel that knowing and seeing are not the same thing.My skin is not that thick.

So while Xing Zhaohe was out busy, he put those photos back together, except for a few single photos, all of them were taken to the balcony, put in an iron basin, and burned with a fire.

Unexpectedly, there was so much smoke and dust that it blackened the snow-white balcony of Xing Zhaohe's house...

When Xing Zhaohe came back, I was still burning.I was choked with tears and snot running down my nose.

He leaned against the balcony door and stared at me as I burned the rest of the photos, and said coolly, "Finished? There will be more in the future."

"There won't be any in the future!" I said categorically, and asked by the way, "How much did you pay for these private detectives?"

"Not much, two thousand per month. Just find any laid-off workers and train them."

"Enough support!"

"At the beginning, this was Yan Gewei's obsession. I heard that I took a picture of him and you. When he went abroad, he dug the private detective to continue monitoring you. After he died, I rehired him. He. Fortunately, you didn't go out to hang out before Yan Gewei died. Otherwise, he would have to die with regret."

I think my photo was burned, it was like burning paper for Yan Gewei.These photos will not be passed to Yan Gewei, will they?Never.

"Is the meal ready?"

I forgot……

"Mung bean soup is ready."

He nodded, "I'll drink a bowl first, it's really hot."

I followed behind him, watching him slurp up the soup, and wondered what to do for dinner?

He actually served me a bowl too, "My eyes are all red, as if I bullied you and made you cry."

"Shall we change it tonight?"

"Huh? Do you want Type 69? It seems that this is the only one I haven't tried."

"Bah! I told you to change the dinner!"

"Whatever. What do you want to do?"

"Pancakes."

He nodded.

I found that it looked easy, but it was hard to do.

I think I have to buy pancakes for breakfast at least a dozen times a month. I watched the pancake uncle skillfully make pancakes countless times, but it is still difficult for me to make them.

The batter was spread out in the pot, I was too nervous, I forgot to put the oil first, and the batter was useless.

Wash the pan again.Put the oil, put the batter, crack an egg on top, before I spread the egg evenly, the fire is too high, and the pan is burnt...

Again……

He was watching me like a monkey.That posture seemed to say, if it doesn’t work, let’s call outside.

Finally, there is no paste in the pot, and the eggs are spread evenly (smearing with a spatula is not as good as the special spatula made by the pancake uncle), and the chopped cucumber shreds, carrot shreds, and lettuce are also put in, and when it is about to come out of the pot Smeared with sweet bean sauce.Roll it, roll it and serve it out.

The presentation is a bit ugly.Fortunately, it tastes good.

Eat pancakes with mung bean soup.

I was very satisfied, and asked Xing Zhaohe who was on the opposite side, "How about it, are my pancakes authentic?"

He frowned and shook, "It's the first time to eat."

"No way, eldest son, you haven't even eaten pancakes?"

"Who dares to eat that kind of roadside stall. Who knows if it's clean or not, and if it uses waste oil."

Hypocritical, I rolled my eyes.

"Fry another one for me later, the one you gave me is too small."

……

"By the way, since you know how to cook, let's fry the octopus tomorrow. And grilled corn."

"Those two need special equipment. You can't expect me to cook everything you haven't eaten before, can you?"

"It's fine if you don't know how to do it. I have eaten roasted corn."

"Oh? Grilled corn on the side of the road?"

"Well, Yan Gewei took me to eat when I was playing truant."

"Oh." Poor kid, he has never even eaten at a roadside stall, "Don't eat it, let's go to the East Gate to eat at the stall!" .

So we really went to eat at the roadside stall...

He was going to drive there, and when I got there, there wasn't even a place to park.He just gave up and took a taxi.Originally, I wanted to take the bus, but then I thought, can I save money for him by following the young master?

The East Gate is very lively, it is a branch of the old street.At night, many people set up stalls.Jewelry sellers, clothes and shoes sellers, and of course snack stalls are indispensable.

There are also many people shopping.

I said, "Boss, cover your wallet, be careful of thieves. Put the change in your outer pocket, it will be easier to buy snacks later."

"It seems that there is no change." He said, looking through the wallet, and sure enough, except for Grandpa Mao, there was only one piece of fifty.

"It's easy for someone to give you fake money." I was fooled here before, and I was deeply impressed, "Forget it, I'll treat you." Isn't it just a few dollars for snacks?I have eaten a pancake at home, how much more can I eat?

First of all, Xing Zhaohe dragged me to the grilled corn, "The food here is not good," I hurriedly pulled him back, "Go to the opposite side."

However, I underestimated the fighting power of the two of us, grilled corn, fried squid, ice cream, sugar cane juice, Chuanchuanxiang (that is, stinky tofu), mulberry, mung bean soup (I said your family hasn’t had enough?)...

When we didn't know which one to eat, under the impact of the flow of people, the two of us held hands all the time...

There is also a mutton skewer at the end of the street. "The mutton skewers here are average, but the duck skewers are delicious." But there are too many people, and the queue takes a long time. I pulled him to find a plastic chair and sat down, "Boss, five skewers of duck skewers, plate Tendon five skewers, slightly spicy. A bottle of beer." I'm thirsty.

All around are shirtless elders, bragging loudly, laughing, and carrying out drinking orders.I find this environment very happy.Leaning on the chair, I crossed my legs and waited for my Yazhen.

Xing Zhaohe was fine just now, except for the look of giving up when he was eating.Now I guess it's a cleanliness attack, standing there, looking at the plastic chair and refusing to sit down.

I didn't rush him either, just waited to see his young master's joke.

He touched the chair to see his fingers and finally sat down.I just realized that when I didn't know what to eat, there were two yellow spots of oil on his white T-shirt.

Think about the price of his T-shirt, or did you not remind him, it would be bad if I couldn't pay it?

The tiger beer girl came over with a beer and asked him what kind of beer he wanted, and he casually said that it would be more powerful than the Red Crown.And a person behind him turned his head, "Oh! Isn't this Boss Xing?"

When I saw the man's face, my heart immediately sank.

The man got up and sat down at our table, and said to Xing Zhaohe, "Unexpectedly, I thought that only people like me would like to come to this kind of place for supper. I didn't expect to meet you. My impression of this night market How? Hey, this one looks familiar."

I didn't dare to meet his gaze, and turned my head, "I...I want to go to the bathroom." I regretted coming to this place when I died!

The author has something to say: I have a serious roadside stall complex...although I don't eat much...

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