San Fu

"Put this big one in the middle, otherwise it won't be baked through." Ding Zhe adjusted the positions of several sweet potatoes.

"They all like pepper, right?" Duan Ling asked, "I put some pepper in the beef soup."

"Let's put it away." Jiang Kuo said, looking at the steaming sweet potatoes, he asked again, "Can you add spices to the roasted sweet potatoes? Brushing with some syrup or something, will it be more fragrant than the directly baked ones?"

"These skins are covered with baked syrup, why do you use syrup?" Ding Zhe protected a few sweet potatoes with his hands, "It has no other use except to burn them."

"Okay." Jiang Kuo sighed, propped his chin and continued to wait.

"Do you want to compete with Duan Feifan?" Ding Zhe asked, "He despises your ability to bake sweet potatoes, and even writes a manual to despise you, you..."

"It's not an instruction manual," Jiang Kuo corrected him, "it's a tutorial."

"... Who the hell needs to use a tutorial to bake sweet potatoes!" Ding Zhe said.

"Then who the hell needs to use instructions to bake a sweet potato." Jiang Kuo said.

"You." Duan Ling said.

"...Fuck." Jiang Kuo gave up arguing.

After the old store closes the stall, the old uncle returns home, and some daily necessities need to be taken back, and there are only three of them left in the store.

Duan Ling was originally talking about cooking, but Jiang Kuo wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes, and Ding Zhe came over to join in the fun, so Duan Ling made a beef soup with roasted sweet potatoes.

After the beef soup was cooked, Jiang Kuo took a few more photos and sent them to Duan Feifan.

But Duan Feifan didn't reply him.

It seems that the family affairs of Duan Feifei, a "high school classmate", are not trivial matters, at least they are troublesome things, which can keep Duan Feifei from touching his mobile phone for such a long time, and there is not a word in private chats in the circle of friends in the group.

Although Duan Feifei said that he would tell him after the matter was settled, Jiang Kuo was still a little worried.

What the hell kind of shit is this hard to deal with?

Who the hell is that bastard who wants Duan Feifei to help with such a difficult mess?

Can no one else find it!

Duan Feifei is very busy recently, don't you know!

"There is a rest stop in front." Attorney Jiang said something behind.

"Do you want to stop?" Duan Feifei glanced at the sign on the roadside, and there was still one kilometer left.

"Well," Attorney Jiang yawned, "Go to the bathroom."

"Want something to eat?" Duan Feifei asked, "You didn't have dinner, did you?"

"It's not too late," lawyer Jiang said, "Let's talk about it in the hotel."

"Okay." Duan Feifei nodded.

There were quite a lot of people at the rest stop, Duan Feifei parked the car, and lawyer Jiang and several colleagues got out of the car.

He didn't get out of the car in a hurry, and took out his mobile phone to look at it while unfastening his seat belt.

The group was already full of pictures of roasted sweet potatoes, so he didn't click in to take a closer look, and clicked on the news of JK921 immediately.

After the big flowering sweet potato before, Jiang Kuo sent him a few more pictures of beef soup. Looking at the appearance, it is impossible for Jiang Kuo to make it. It is probably Duan Ling or the old uncle.

There is also a photo of eating in the back, and Duan Feifan realized that Ding Zhe had really gone to have a meal. The old uncle was not there. The three of them were eating roasted sweet potatoes around the small stove. There was a pot of beef soup on the small stove. There are also some side dishes.

This is eating hot pot.

Duan Feifei couldn't help swallowing.

He sent Jiang Kuo a message back.

[Instructions are as follows] It's troublesome, I'm still busy

Think about sending another one.

[Instructions are as follows] The sweet potatoes are roasted well, do you have any more, leave one for me

After sending the message, he got out of the car, went to the toilet, and took a look at the car. Lawyer Jiang and the others hadn't passed yet, so he went to the small supermarket again.

Lawyer Jiang and the others didn't want to eat because they wanted to hurry up and hurry up. He certainly couldn't just ignore it, so he planned to see if there was anything in the supermarket that he could pack and take with him in the car.

Mainly because he was hungry, especially after watching the roasted sweet potatoes and beef soup.

The supermarket is full of aromas, and there is a lot of food and drink in a row. Duan Feifan swept all the way, grilled sausages, fried chicken legs, octopus balls, big meat buns, hamburgers, oden, lawyer Jiang...

"Why are you here?" Duan Feifei was stunned.

"This is yours, just take a bite or two." Attorney Jiang pointed to the bag of steaming food and drink in the hand of the colleague next to him.

"Thank you," Duan Feifei took it over, "I was thinking of buying something for you to eat on the way."

"It's okay, same," Attorney Jiang glanced at him, "How much longer?"

"About two and a half hours, you'll be there after you get some sleep," Duan Feifei quickly ate two mouthfuls, and found that other than Lawyer Jiang, several of his colleagues were eating, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate some grilled sausages," Jiang said.

"...Is that enough?" Duan Feifei felt that he could eat ten sticks.

"It's not enough, but it's too bad to bear." Lawyer Jiang took out his mobile phone, answered the phone, and turned around, "Hello? I haven't arrived yet. It's still two and a half hours... What camera? Is it at home? ? I don't know... Why don't you ask your cat, um, okay, I won't call when I arrive, it's too late..."

Lawyer Jiang answered the call standing there. Duan Feifei could hear that there should be a man over there. He was slightly embarrassed. any avoidance.

So he didn't move, and ate a piece of sausage.

I have to say that it is indeed unpalatable, and the meat sold at any stall in their market is stronger than this meat.

After answering the phone, lawyer Jiang looked at them.

Duan Feifei collected all the garbage bags in the hands of several people, took them to the side and threw them away: "Let's go?"

"Do you want to take a break?" a colleague asked, "I'll drive for a while."

"It's okay," Duan Feifei said, "I'm not tired, and it's not too far away, you guys rest, tomorrow... probably tomorrow, you have to be busy."

"Let's go," Attorney Jiang smiled, "I'm quite worried."

When walking towards the car, Duan Feifan took out his phone and looked at it again, but Jiang Kuo didn't reply to him.

There are no new comments in the group.

After a while, the car will go straight to the hotel after driving again. I don’t think there will be time to reply to the message on the way. It was past twelve o’clock when we arrived at the hotel...

Duan Feifei sighed and put the phone back in his pocket.

After thinking about it, I took it out again, and quickly sent another message.

【Instructions follow】Busy again

The car continued to leave for the hotel. At this time, the road was already flowing smoothly. Duan Feifei's car kept driving at the speed limit, which was very cool.

But along the way, Mr. Jiang has never contacted him. Duan Feifei was amazed by Mr. Jiang's trust in him. Isn't he afraid that something unexpected will happen to him along the way? Isn't he afraid that he didn't serve the barrister well...

But it was true that Mr. Jiang did not contact him until he arrived at the hotel, because Mr. Jiang had never confessed that he would report to Mr. Jiang before, so Duan Feifan continued to follow the process written down in his mind.

Check-in at the front desk, four rooms have been booked in advance under his name, all of which are high-end suites, including the hotel's only top-level suite.

Duan Feifei sent Lawyer Jiang and the others to the room, and then prepared to leave.

"You..." Lawyer Jiang stopped him, "Where are you going now?"

"I'm going home." Duan Feifei said.

"Is it here or there?" Lawyer Jiang asked.

"Go back the same way." Duan Feifei smiled.

"Damn it," lawyer Jiang blurted out, "won't you rest all night? All night?"

"Well, I was originally allowed to stay for one night, but I...have something to do over there," Duan Feifan said, "I have to go back."

"Oh," Attorney Jiang glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, "Okay, then you should pay attention to safety, you have worked hard today."

"It's not hard," Duan Feifei said, "I hope your next work goes well."

Lawyer Jiang smiled: "Yes."

After getting out of the hotel elevator, Duan Feifei ran almost all the way back to the car. There was still no reply from Jiang Kuo on his phone. He probably fell asleep when he didn’t receive the message before. Video, for someone like Jiang Kuo who doesn't like to get along with strangers, is quite exhausting.

Duan Feifei didn't send any more messages. After starting the car, he looked at the fuel gauge and the time. He had to refuel on the way, and he would definitely be able to make it back before dawn.

Tomorrow, when the river is over, they still have to go to the new store to shoot videos, and Fan Jiabao has to make a cameo appearance. It's another noisy day, so he has to hurry up and get back to sleep for a while to refresh himself.

What Mr. Jiang told him has been completed. I hope that Mr. Jiang's company can solve the trouble smoothly.

Duan Feifei's hope is still very sincere. Any problems in Mr. Jiang's company will affect Jiang Kuo.

Although Jiang Kuo is not a fragile person, after all, he grew up smoothly since he was a child, and the family affairs have never put him under any pressure at all, and he has never experienced any real changes at all.

There is one more important point.

The kind of dandy who had an accident at home and idled away matured overnight, and then returned home to inherit his father's business and fought with his enemies for [-] rounds, and finally became a business genius. It used to feel so far away and so funny, but Now Duan Feifei discovered that it was not impossible.

If something really went wrong with Jiang's head office, given Jiang Kuo's unwillingness to show it to his father but actually being very concerned about it, the possibility of choosing to go home is still very high.

Duan Feifei did not want such a thing to happen.

He didn't want something to happen to Boss Jiang's company, he didn't want Jiang Kuo to leave.

After clearly feeling his own thoughts, Duan Feifei felt a little startled, and his foot on the accelerator loosened.

Duan Feifan, Duan Feifan, I didn't expect that a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes would have such an idea.

The eyebrows are not particularly thick...

Eyes... Duan Feifan pulled down the sun visor and looked at his own eyes in the mirror, they didn't seem too big...

What are you thinking!

Duan Feifei pulled back the sun visor and couldn't help laughing.

On the last day of the holiday, Jiang Kuo yawned and got off the bed in the dormitory, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

He didn't hear the few messages Duan Feifei sent him yesterday. He went back to the dormitory after dinner and went to sleep. He slumped on the chair and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes due to exhaustion.

In contrast, Jiang Liao was much more energetic, and he sent him a message in the middle of the night asking if he wanted to drink.

However, Jiang Kuo frowned, Jiang Liao is not in a good condition now, drinking is the best way for her to pass the time of insomnia.

【JK921】Don't be in a hurry today, let's talk after you have a rest

After washing and tidying up the bed, Jiang Kuo clicked on Duan Feifan's news.

As if in revenge.

If you don't reply to my message, then I won't be in a hurry to read it if you reply.

[Instructions are as follows] It's troublesome, I'm still busy

[Instructions are as follows] The sweet potatoes are roasted well, do you have any more, leave one for me

【Instructions follow】Busy again

Jiang Kuo clicked his tongue.

【JK921】The sweet potatoes are gone, Ding Zhe ate three by himself

【JK921】Maybe my baked sweet potatoes are so delicious, can you eat them as you please, benefactor

Putting down his phone, Jiang Kuo took out a coat and prepared to change into it.

The dormitory door was suddenly knocked twice.

Jiang Kuo was stunned. This early in the morning, even if the people in the dormitory came back, they would have the keys... Has Lu Haobo come to seek revenge?

"Who?" Jiang Kuo asked.

The people outside did not answer, but knocked twice more.

"Damn," Jiang Kuo went over impatiently and opened the door, "Did the fuck want to sign language?"

Duan Feifei stood outside with the door frame propped up, and smiled: "Are there really no sweet potatoes?"

"...Did you sleep in 107 yesterday?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "It's too late, so I'll go straight back to the dormitory."

Jiang Kuo was very happy to see Duan Feifan when he opened the door early in the morning, and he was so happy that he didn't fly up by holding the doorknob.

However, Duan Feifan's bloodshot eyes made him immediately upset again.

"How late?" He stepped aside and opened the door.

"It's... just after twelve o'clock." Duan Feifan walked in, holding a paper bag in his hand and putting it on the table.

"It's [-]:[-] now," Jiang Kuo glanced at his phone, "For you to sleep at [-] o'clock, you slept for seven hours and ten minutes."

"En." Duan Feifei nodded.

"Have you looked in the mirror?" Jiang Kuo asked, "Is this the effect of sleeping for seven hours?"

"...Not really," Duan Feifei hesitated for a moment, then walked into the toilet, "Let me see..."

After five seconds, he backed out and looked at Jiang Kuo: "Damn, am I going blind?"

"Are you done?" Jiang Kuo leaned against the table, "If you don't tell me for a while, you will either go blind or die."

Duan Feifei laughed and pointed to the paper bag on the table: "Eat breakfast first, I will tell you slowly."

"Which sick person asked you for help?" Jiang Kuo opened the paper bag, and inside were two delicious and hot beef pies, "It smells so good, are there any pies nearby?"

"Old Liu Malatang's new product," Duan Feifan said, "I think it's quite delicious, but it's sold out after eight o'clock, so I won't be able to get it early."

"Speak." Jiang Kuo took a bite of the pie and looked at him.

"Let's talk about it first, I told you about this, and you just pretend nothing happened." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows and swallowed the pie in his mouth: "It's impossible to promise you in advance."

"Okay," Duan Feifei thought for a while, "Anyway, if you want to make any moves, you have to beat me down first."

"Do you think I can't beat you?" Jiang Kuo said while eating.

"I, Fan Ye of the Vegetable Market Record." Duan Feifei sat down on the chair and leaned back.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up! I am the uncle of the goddamn rich man," Jiang Kuo stared at him, "I'll show you what it means to bully the elderly!"

"It's President Jiang." Duan Feifei said.

"Huh?" Jiang Kuo didn't react, and looked at him, "What the hell?"

"The sick person who asked me to help is Mr. Jiang, your father." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo was stunned, he forgot to chew the pie he had in his mouth.

"You can promise me now." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo frowned and pondered for a long time, continued to eat the pie, and said after a while: "Yes."

"I don't know exactly what the situation is," Duan Feifei said, "He asked me to go to the airport to help him pick up someone, a lawyer, and then send him to a hotel over there, a hotel that has nothing to do with him."

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows.

"I picked up someone yesterday and sent them there overnight," Duan Feifei said, "and then I came back overnight. Regarding this matter, he said that he can't ask you to do this matter, and he can't let you know in advance, lest you make any moves that will make you feel uncomfortable." People guessed his plan."

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows again.

"Now that the matter is over, I can tell you," Duan Feifei cleared his throat, "but he didn't tell me if he can tell me, so... just pretend you don't know."

Jiang Kuo raised his eyebrows for the third time.

"Very flexible," Duan Feifei took out a bag of fresh milk from his pocket and handed it to him, "If you pick it a few more times, the forehead wrinkles will come out."

Jiang Kuo took the fresh milk, ate the last two mouthfuls of pie, drank two more mouthfuls of milk, looked at him and asked, "How could he find you?"

Duan Feifei got stuck.

This question is too sudden.

The angle is too tricky.

When Duan Feifei thought that the question he needed to answer had to be related to the bodyguard incident or the situation with Mr. Jiang, Jiang Kuo's completely irrelevant question made him suddenly stuck in his thoughts.

Yeah, how did he find you?

Because last time we had a meal together without letting you know.

Duan Feifan, died.

"You two," Jiang Kuo came over, bent his hands to support the back of the chair behind him, and leaned in front of his eyes, "When did we meet?"

"I didn't..." Duan Feifei tilted his head back to hide.

As soon as he moved, Jiang Kuo supported the back of his head with the hand supporting the back of the chair, and pushed his head back to its original position: "I felt something was wrong. When I came back, Mr. Jiang told me a lot of good things about you. It just didn’t feel right.”

"A while ago," Duan Feifei said, "after we went to help Da Pao, he came over to do some business, so he came to me by the way..."

Jiang Kuo didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Probably because I'm worried that I won't do you a good job." Duan Feifei said.

"Fart," Jiang Kuo said, "he's just afraid that I won't do you a favor."

As expected of his own, although Jiang Kuo himself did not admit it, he really knew his father quite well.

"In short, he was just worried, so he talked to me." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo straightened up slowly, frowned and sighed.

"He never looked for me again after that time," Duan Feifei said, "I was quite surprised that he asked me to pick him up this time."

"You are reliable," Jiang Kuo said, "If I really want to find someone completely irrelevant... I would find you too."

"Are you not angry?" Duan Feifei asked.

"I won't be angry when I ask you to pick someone up," Jiang Kuo said, "It's hard to talk about the two of you talking behind my back."

"...I didn't mutter a few words." Duan Feifei said, "President Jiang didn't talk much, I couldn't mutter a few words when I was nervous to him, but I just muttered very sloppy, and left after a few sloppy words. "

Jiang Kuo was silent for a while, then turned his head to laugh.

"Let's drink the milk first, it will be too cold for a while." Duan Feifei said.

Jiang Kuo glanced at him, lowered his head and drank all the milk.

Duan Feifei breathed a sigh of relief, as long as Jiang Kuo didn't get angry about this again, but he didn't dare to say that Mr. Jiang already knew that the two of them were not ordinary friends.

"You sent people to the place and came back?" Jiang Kuo asked suddenly.

"Yeah." Duan Feifei nodded, "The room booked under my name, I sent it to the room and came back."

"He didn't even give you an extra room to rest?" Jiang Kuo raised his voice, "It's a night drive for more than ten hours!"

"No, no, no," Duan Feifei quickly explained, "He's going to drive, I don't have time, and they have to go to the store to shoot material in the river today, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time."

Jiang Kuo sighed: "Then what time did you come back?"

"It's past five o'clock," Duan Feihua said, "I slept until 07:30, which is about the same. I usually have this routine when I can't sleep."

Jiang Kuo looked at him and didn't speak for a while.

After a while, she reached out and touched his face lightly.

Duan Feifei made up his mind.

Before he could recover, Jiang Kuo withdrew his hand.

He grabbed Jiang Kuo's hand without thinking.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little blurry.

Jiang Kuo's hand is not accepted or not.

His hands are loose and not loose or not.

But I still don't want to let go, it feels like it's been a fucking lifetime since I touched Jiang Kuo's hand last time.

During the stalemate, his cell phone rang suddenly.

This kind of quiet space, this inexplicable atmosphere, the sound of the mobile phone can directly scare people out of guilt.

They closed their hands almost at the same time.

Fuck you uncle.

Judging from the time, it is estimated that Fan Jiabao, an extra fart, came to urge the machine to start.

Duan Feifei gritted his teeth and took out his mobile phone to look at it, but he didn't answer the call: "It's so fucking early in the morning! Who the hell is it!"

There was silence for two seconds, and then Mr. Jiang's voice came over: "...it's me."