street people

Sun Yanshi didn't want Zheng Ye to go home drunk and be scolded, so he took the last few bottles of beer in front of him.

Zheng Ye shook his head in disapproval: "If you continue to drink like this, something will happen sooner or later. Last time I said to accompany you..."

"Then stop drinking," Sun Yanshi knew that Zheng Ye wanted to persuade him to go to the hospital, so he interrupted him, "I'm about to give up drinking."

"Really?" Zheng Ye's face brightened. In the past two years, Sun Yanshi had been drinking heavily, and he was always feeling uneasy, afraid that something would happen sooner or later.

Sun Yanzhi smiled noncommittally. He knew what his problem was, and he didn't want Zheng Ye to worry about him, so he put a few bottles of beer by his feet: "Return these bottles later."

The two returned home after eating the crayfish. Sun Yanshi was not drunk, but a little dizzy. He fell asleep without taking a bath when he got home.

The next day, he was still woken up by the barking of dogs downstairs.

I forgot to turn on the air conditioner before going to bed last night, and the curtains were not drawn. The scorching sun shines directly into the room from the window, and the room is like a big steamer.Sun Yanshi rubbed his stinging eyes and glanced at his phone. It was already past 11 o'clock.

His body was sticky with sweat, and the sheets were wet. He gave a dissatisfied "tsk", and then turned over and got up.

The headache after a hangover made him unable to think, and he sat with his eyes glazed over for a while, and the memories of last night gradually came back.He sighed silently, got up and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower, and then he was completely awake.

After taking a shower and changing the sheets, he didn't go downstairs immediately. He suffered from a headache and a stomachache. He lay back on the bed again, but his sleepiness was gone.

Suddenly, Sun Yanzhi remembered that when he was drinking last night, he told Zheng Ye that he would wake up every day to open a store, 360 days a day, so he couldn't break his promise just after bragging.

Coincidentally at this time, the dog barked again, barking barking, barking urgently, accompanied by the sound of banging the sliding door.

Sun Yanshi thought of the stray dog ​​he fed yesterday. He probably came to the door for food because he was so hungry. He pinched the bridge of his nose and walked downstairs slowly.

The rolling door opened, and Sun Yanshi was stunned after lifting the curtain. Outside the door, two people stood in unison at the door of his house.

"You... are you?" He swallowed his Adam's apple and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Father!" Langyue rushed over excitedly and hugged Sun Yanshi's thigh. I don't know if it was because she was used to barking, but her pronunciation this time was very standard. If she didn't speak, no one would think that she was congenitally deaf.

Sun Yanzhi froze, and did not act as intimately as yesterday.Zheng Ye's words last night shattered some illusions. The cute little girl in front of him could not be his daughter, so he should stop daydreaming. He would never have a daughter in his life.

Lang Yue was keenly aware of Sun Yanshi's alienation, she looked at Lang Song as if asking for help, and pursed her lips.

Lang Song shook his head slightly at him, signaling her to be good, and she reluctantly took a step back.

"Why are you blocking my door?" Sun Yanshi walked into the counter and asked while touching his phone to order takeaway.

"We... Yueyue want to see you." Lang Song replied hesitantly, then asked after a pause, "Why are you up so late today?"

This morning he took Langyue to look for a house, passing by Lanying Lane, Langyue wanted to see Sun Yanshi, and the two of them came, only to find that the store door was closed, only a dog was lying alone at the door.

He thought that Sun Yanshi might be out on errands, so he planned to take Langyue away, but the dog suddenly barked upstairs, as if reminding him of something.He was afraid that something had happened to Sun Yanzhi, so he smashed the sliding door a few times, and called out to Sun Yanzhi, but there was no response from upstairs.

It was meal time, and Langyue was panting from the heat. Just as he was hesitating whether to call the police, the rolling door opened.

Sun Yanshi raised his eyes, and Lang Yue was looking at him timidly, her small face wrinkled into a ball, as much as she wanted to be wronged.

Sun Yanzhi frowned, scolded himself for being coy, and blamed the child for his unhappiness, he curled his mouth unnaturally: "I drank too much last night, so I woke up a little later today."

Hearing "too much to drink", Lang Song couldn't help frowning.

Sun Yanzhi lowered his head, not seeing the expression on Lang Song's face, and asked himself: "Have you had lunch? I'm about to order takeaway. If I haven't eaten, I'll order it for you."

"No need." Lang Song refused. He glanced at Sun Yanzhi's uneasy expression, "Why don't I cook, it'll be quick, faster than takeaway."

Sun Yanshi subconsciously wanted to refuse, and then remembered the delicious and refreshing fish with pickled cabbage the day before yesterday, and replied after a little hesitation: "Okay." The key on the phone, "You guys use the air conditioner here, I'm going to buy groceries."

Although he doesn't know how to cook, Sun Yanshi can still do the grocery shopping.When his mother was alive, she often asked him to go to the vegetable market to help carry things, especially before the Chinese New Year, when she would store enough vegetables for half a month at a time.His mother likes to chatter, and she taught him how to choose vegetables, side dishes, and colors while shopping for vegetables. What Sun Yanshi regrets the most is that he didn't learn to cook two special dishes from his mother, otherwise he can at least fry them by himself when he misses her now. Aftertaste the two dishes.

Thinking that his mother, Sun Yanshi, was having difficulty breathing, he walked out of the counter with his head down, went to the backyard and rolled out the little e-Donkey.

Langyue twitched her fingers and wanted to follow, but she hid behind Lang Song but didn't dare to show it blatantly. Sun Yanshi smiled and hooked her hand, and she immediately jumped to Sun Yanshi's side with a happy smile.

"I'll take her to play together." Sun Yanshi asked Lang Yue to stand on the front pedal, and said to Lang Song, "You can watch the store at home."

"it is good."

The vegetable market was very close, and it took a few minutes to ride there. The two bought vegetables and went back to the store. Sun Yanshi passed by a dessert shop and bought Lang Yue a cake in the shape of a bear.

When I got back to the store, I could smell the sweet aroma of rice, and Lang Song had already stuffed the rice in advance.Sun Yan has sharp eyes and found that the shelves that were messed up by thieves yesterday have been sorted out, and they are clean and tidy.He snorted, thinking that the child's mouth was a little stuffy, but his hands were very diligent.

Lang Song took the bought vegetables to the kitchen without saying a word, Sun Yanshi thought for a while, and went upstairs to find a desktop fan.

As he expected, the kitchen is not much better than a steamer. You will sweat after standing in it for a while, not to mention cooking in it.He plugged in the fan and directly adjusted the wind power to the highest gear.

Lang Song was washing vegetables in the sink, when the strong wind blew to his back, he realized that Sun Yanshi was behind him.

"Thank you." He shook the water off his hand and asked again, "How do you want to cook these shrimps?"

Sun Yanshi bought two catties of prawns selfishly. His mother is best at making braised prawns, but he didn't want to embarrass Lang Song, so he replied, "Whatever, you can arrange it."

When a large plate full of stewed prawns was brought to the table, Sun Yanshi was pleasantly surprised. Although the taste was not the same as his mother's, in all honesty, Lang Song's taste was better.

In addition to shrimp, Lang Song also made ground three delicacies, green pepper and potato shreds, tomato and egg soup, which were delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

After putting the dishes on the table, Lang Song found a stainless steel pot from nowhere. After filling the pot with rice, he took a piece of cooked chicken breast and chopped it into the rice. There was no oil or salt. It looks very unappetizing.

Sun Yan didn't understand, so he asked, "What are you doing with this?"

Lang Song looked blank: "Hey dog, isn't that dog outside yours?"

Sun Yanzhi laughed and didn't explain: "Go ahead and get him two ham sausages from the shelf. He seems to like it."

It was too hot in the kitchen and the yard, so Sun Yanshi set up the small foldable dining table under the air conditioner in the store, and it was just right after the three of them sat down.

Langyue Rourou's little hands picked up the biggest shrimp and put it into Sun Yanshi's bowl, then picked up another shrimp and put it in Lang Song's bowl, and finally picked it up for herself.

Sun Yanshi's eyes that are always indifferent are almost turning into a puddle of water at this moment, the beautiful little girl who is not noisy and can love others is simply too rare to attract people.

Unfortunately, he was not born.

Sun Yanshi put the stewed prawn in his mouth with both disappointment and happiness. In the next second, his taste buds were completely overwhelmed by the delicious food, and there was no time to worry about what was there or what was missing.

After eating five or six prawns in a row, Sun Yanshi stopped the car, opened his mouth and asked Lang Song curiously: "Why are you so good at cooking?" After asking, he felt that he had said something nonsense. Well, Lang Song doesn't have the capital to be pampered.

Unexpectedly, Lang Song put down the bowl and chopsticks, and said very seriously: "I like cooking, and I find it very interesting."

"Very good." Sun Yanshi raised his eyebrows and teased, "Why don't you find a training school to learn cooking?"

Lang Song's eyes lit up, and it took him a long time to give a soft "hmm", Sun Yanshi concentrated on peeling the shrimp for Lang Yue, and he didn't hear the "hmm" sound like a mosquito.

The author has something to say:

I am afraid that everyone will misunderstand, so I explain that the setting of Gong is good at cooking has something to do with the following plots, and it is not a skill imposed for him to cook for Shou.