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people do. "

"Really? Auntie's craftsmanship is really good, she has a childlike innocence..." Mu Qing stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, probably remembering what Kou Xiao left when he beat the dirt ball just now, "I'm sorry .”

"It's okay, it was picked up anyway," Kou Xiao scraped the bowl clean in two or three strokes: "Let's go."

"So fast?" Mu Qing was still a little dazed when he heard that sentence, and stood up in a panic: "Thank you very much today! By the way, my name is Mu Qing, what's your name?"

"Kou Xiao, Xiaoxiong's Xiao." Kou Xiao glanced at him, opened the coin purse, flipped through it, took out a piece of fifty cents and put it on the table: "It's for you."

"What?" Mu Qing looked at the money in confusion, and then at him.

"Remember, don't let anyone throw money at your face." Kou Xiao said, "If you are too cowardly, you will only suffer, you know?"

Mu Qing was stunned, and it took him a long time to reach out and grab the money: "...Thank you."

Before Kou Xiao left, he habitually glanced at the menu. The price was clearly marked as 12 yuan for Shuangpi Nai and [-] yuan for sesame paste.Immediately, he frowned, and an indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

"I'll invite you back next time." He said, pushed the door open and left.

"Hey? No, no, no!" Mu Qing wanted to stop him, but he walked too fast and had to sit down again.

"Kou Xiao... Xiaoxiong's Xiao..." He lay on the table and stared at the fifty cents.

"Thanks, I remember." He said softly.

The author says:

Kou Xiao: Professional cooking for 100 years.

Chapter 4

◎Kou Xiao put away the knife, and his tone was so calm that nothing happened: "If you don't explain in three seconds, I will stab you to death."◎

"Why did you wash my clothes?"

Kou Xiao stared at the clothes hanging on the anti-theft net, frowned and smashed the fork in his hand against the wall: "I'm the only dry one, what should I wear after you wash it?"

"Oh, I don't know if you don't tell me." Hearing this, Lao He hurried to the living room, watching him rubbing his hands in a daze: "Then...then you wear mine?"

"Forget it, no need." Kou Xiao clicked his tongue, and shook the wet short sleeves on his body: "It will be done in a while."

"You'll catch a cold like this!" Lao He squeezed over and touched the row of clothes one by one: "Let me see which one is dry?"

"I didn't do it, I touched it." Kou Xiao sighed.

In the southern weather, the humidity is as high as 98. Sometimes the clothes hanging outside are still wet to the touch after drying for ten or eight days. If there is no dryer, there is a risk of mold.

However, few people living in this building can afford a dryer. They have no clothes to change, so they can only dry them one by one with a hair dryer. This is why Kou Xiao hates March and April. one.

"I'm leaving, put breakfast on the table." Kou Xiao raised the corner of his clothes and opened the door, and added after a while: "Don't run around."

"I know," Lao He rubbed his legs and leaned against the table and smiled helplessly at him, hesitant to speak: "Then be careful on the road."

"Ah."

When passing by the second floor, I heard men and women arguing from a distance, the voices were desperate and sharp, mixed with the screams of children after being frightened and crying, people on this floor opened the doors and cursed:

"What's the noise in the early morning!"

"That's right, let's not let people sleep! Let's move out and make noise!"

Kou Xiao picked out his ears and quickened his pace impatiently.

Since he moved here, there have been people quarreling on this floor every morning, and there is nothing wrong with it on time.

And the amazing thing is that the content of their quarrel has basically remained the same after several years of quarreling, sometimes even the curse words are the same, so annoying that Kou Xiao wanted to kick the door several times to take them out one by one and go directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau Bureau pointed their noses and told them to hurry up and get a fucking divorce.

However, the content of the quarrel changed today. The back door opened with a loud bang, and a woman with disheveled hair rushed out, her face was covered in blood and tears from being scratched, and she looked crazy:

"You think I don't want to move? I've had enough, I've had enough! If I wanted to have money, I would have divorced this bastard!"

"Leave! Let's leave today!" Followed by a roar, there was the crisp sound of something hitting the ground: "I've had enough of you bitch! If you don't leave today, I'll kill you! "

The people who just opened the door and scolded the street shrank back and slammed the door behind them, only the crazy woman squatted on the ground and sobbed in pain:

"Why is my life so hard...I owe you! I owed you all my life!"

"Go to hell!" The man yelled again, and then there was a chaos of hand-to-hand combat and insults.

Kou Xiao speeded up his steps with a sullen face, and finally flew down the stairs in three steps, and kicked on the half-open iron door, making a loud bang: "Divorce! What the hell are you talking about!"

The roar was so penetrating that the two people who were fighting on the second floor paused for a moment, and then continued to tear and scream.

"Damn, what a bad luck."

Kou Xiao ran out of the corridor and took a few breaths, but he still felt panicked all over his body, and he kicked a sapling by the side of the road in bewilderment, half of the branch flew out and hit the side of the road On the parked electric car, Zierwa screamed loudly and called the police.

"Damn." Kou Xiao stood on the spot and closed his eyes. Although the half-wet clothes on his body were sticky and uncomfortable, the irritability and depression that could not be resolved early in the morning made him want to shout to the sky.

......never mind.

After a little delay on the way, Kou Xiao groped his way into the classroom. At this time, the seats were basically full, and he was a little embarrassed by the gazes from a row of people next to him, so he quickly found an empty seat nearby and sat down.

Before he could catch his breath, someone suddenly reached out and tapped on his desk. Kou Xiao raised his head and met an equally impatient face: "Get up."

Kou Xiao didn't speak, squinted his eyes and stared at the delinquent with green hair, stared at each other for a long time before he said leisurely: "What did you say?"

"This is my seat, you go over there." Bu Bu pointed to the table, and Kou Xiao saw half a piece of paper on it, with Zao Ba occupying the seat written in frantic handwriting.

"Oh." Kou Xiao looked at him, "You wrote it?"

"Yeah," Imperfect said impatiently, "Hurry up..."

Before the words fell, Kou Xiao had already crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it aside: "I came first, get lost."

"You're sick!" The bad guy looked like he was about to blow up, Kou Xiao looked at him calmly, with sarcasm on the corners of his brows and eyes: "Why, people take themselves seriously before putting a piece of paper? Stupid."

"Fuck/your mother's dog!" The delinquent roared very angrily, and the Chinese teacher who had just entered the door with a bag frowned and looked over: "That classmate, what are you doing? Go back to your seat!"

"Teacher, he robbed me of my seat!" Bad yelled aggrievedly, and Kou Xiao was almost choked when he heard it, and the ridicule turned into full of disgust: "How old are you and sue the teacher? If you have the ability to fight after class Ah, little brat."

"What did you say?" Gritting his teeth, he lowered his voice and roared. He couldn't bear the eyes of the people watching the show, so he could only sternly say, "Wait!"

"Okay, I'll wait." Kou Xiao looked at him.

Bad stared at him, and found a vacant seat on the other side of the classroom after going around half a circle. There were a bunch of people in the middle so that he couldn't continue to glare, but Kou Xiao felt the deep feeling even halfway across the classroom. Resentful, rubbed his arms and lay down on the table impatiently.

Who is it?Kou Xiao clicked his tongue.

The girl sitting next to him has been staring intently at this elated verbal fight, leaned over and said with a suppressed smile: "You are so amazing."

"What?" Kou Xiao tilted his head.

"I've seen even more outrageous placeholders, the kind that directly engraved on the table." The girl whispered.

"...Are you sick?" Kou Xiao was amazed at this fancy way of occupying the place, "Does his family have a piece of land here?"

The girl covered her mouth and laughed, it seems that she is also one of the victims of this alternative way of occupying a place.

Kou Xiao was already very annoyed in his heart, and when he arrived at school, he would be punished. If that unscrupulous get out of class teacher really came to provoke him, he might be thrown out of the window on the second floor as soon as he got angry.

"Crazy, if you really have nothing to do, find a prison."

Kou Xiao rubbed his face and forced himself to listen carefully to the class. Although he didn't like this major, he had to get the scholarship every year. After all, this was one of the easiest ways to earn money.

Kou Xiao supported his chin with one hand, touched the slightly protruding scar on his chin, turned the pen in his hand and smiled coldly:

"waste."

However, because he was woken up several times last night and did not sleep for a few hours at all, Kou Xiao felt a little drowsy after listening to the whole class. Take the time to have a very short dream:

Probably back in the third year of high school, there were piles of books, and when the bell rang, the whole class was very unanimously lying on the table, and many people even put their coats on the table or covered their faces. After five or six minutes of sleep, they were refreshed again. Playing it full and writing three more papers is a fond memory of a boy who belongs to this stage alone with glass shards.

The scene of sleeping in the classroom flashed back to the playground. At that time, the playground hadn’t been refurbished, and there were rubber blocks everywhere on the runway. Stumble on the ground and throw a dog to eat mud, such as the chubby in their class.

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