I Have A Space For Planting

Chapter 47, Buying Wine

The cool breeze in the middle of the night poured in from the open car window.

Let Zhang Cheng's long hair flutter in the wind.

It also made Zhang Cheng's agitated blood gradually cool down after intense exercise.

Don't say it, it feels pretty cool.

In the third row, Zhang Cheng could feel that the relationship between Qiqi and Lulu seemed unusual.

But it doesn't matter if the two are gay or bisexual. After all, they are just good friends who ranked together temporarily.

Back home, Zhang Cheng still didn't feel sleepy, and he was still a little hungry, so let's start the fire, too lazy to do it, so he simply took a few bottles of beer and a few snacks and came to the TV.

Turn on the TV, eat while drinking, and then watch the live broadcast.

It's cool.

Zhang Cheng, who used to be busy running around for his life, especially enjoys this kind of comfortable life.

Even if it goes on like this for a lifetime, he will not get tired of it.

As for starting a business and getting some investment, Zhang Cheng had no such idea at all.

Are you tired?

Wouldn't it be nice to have a romantic relationship with your woman every day?

You have to find guilt for yourself.

As for the higher status, there will be better quality women.

Give me a break.

It's the same as he lacks a woman now.

After watching the live broadcast for a while, Zhang Cheng entered Qingfeng's live broadcast room.

Qing Feng, who was in the live broadcast, occasionally glanced at the live broadcast, and when she found Zhang Cheng, she said excitedly, "Welcome Brother Cheng."

This brother Cheng has brushed him a lot, and it is the first time that he has brushed angels for him, so naturally he has to give him a full face.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help being amused: "You welcome me without a gift."

Qing Feng laughed: "I welcome Brother Cheng even without presents." The response was very quick, and she was very knowledgeable.

After all, it doesn't matter whether the words are true or not, but it sounds comfortable.

Looking at Qing Feng's rank, he is already a king with 49 stars, and he just happened to be stuck in the rank of glory.

"Well, if you can kill 10 people with this one, I'll give you a money gun." A money gun costs 300 yuan, not much, but for a small anchor, it is impossible to dream of being able to eat a money gun every day. I can wake up laughing.

Qing Feng showed a look of embarrassment when he heard the words.

His rank is not high now, but it is not low either.

Opponents may not be able to play, but they may also be very good at playing.

In particular, the hero Cheng Yaojin is strong at leading the line, stealing wilds, harassing the opponent's jungler, and slowing down his development.

If you really fight, at the same level, apart from being able to beat armor, there are no heroes who can beat it.

This undoubtedly increased the difficulty of taking the head.

But for the money gun, Qing Feng decided to fight for it.

"Okay, brother Cheng, look after you."

Immediately selected Cheng Yaojin in seconds and at the same time sent out his 78% winning rate to stabilize the morale of the army.

To be able to maintain a winning rate of 78% after nearly 6,000 games, it has to be said that Qing Feng's level is very high.

The only disadvantage is that the hero Cheng Yaojin is far less popular than other confrontation roads. Heroes who can show off like Ma Chao and Guan Yu are not very popular.

However, players who like the hero Cheng Yaojin really like it. After all, you can stay under the tower if you can't beat it when you are in the lane. You don't need to go back to the city when you get full health with a big move, especially when you release the big move, you run wildly with lightning all the way, making it impossible for the opponent to catch up.

Even if you catch up, just jump away with 1 skill. It even teases the opponent's nerves.

It is also very happy.

Then Qing Feng sent a blood.

After all, as his opponent, the enemy, Sun Ce, is quite good at playing. He first grabbed the second level, and then a set of small combos and stuns made Qing Feng unable to even escape.

Seeing this, Qing Feng couldn't help but smile wryly.

He was still a little too anxious. In the early stage, at least before level 8, Cheng Yaojin wanted to fight several times in a row, especially Sun Ce, who was not bad. The chances were not high. But with a banknote gun hanging in front, how could he remain indifferent.

After stabilizing his position, Qing Feng still beheaded Sun Ce in another wave of laning, even if he sent a blood.

"Wonderful." Zhang Cheng typed his appreciation, and then sent out a hot pot worth 99.

"Thank you Brother Cheng~" With the gift and encouragement, Qing Feng was even more excited, beheading the opponent twice more like chicken blood.

"Golden Cowhide, I thought it was going to be cold when I saw the first blood just now." During the game, Qing Feng's teammate typed.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Qing Feng replied.

It was almost three o'clock after watching the live broadcast, Zhang Cheng felt sleepy, washed up and went to sleep without mentioning it.

The next day, Zhang Cheng woke up and hugged Xiangxiang beside him.

Xiangxiang woke up and arched into Zhang Cheng's arms.

"What do you want to eat?" Zhang Cheng asked.

"Shaomai?" Xiangxiang said.

"Okay, let's eat siu mai when we get up." Zhang Cheng couldn't help being amused, thinking of the siu mai they had tasted when they got up early when they first met more than a month ago.

After driving to the hotel where they stayed before, Zhang Cheng and Xiang Xiang went directly to the breakfast room and asked for some baskets of siu mai.

As for the drink, Zhang Cheng chose sweet tofu nao, while Xiangxiang chose soy milk.

I have to say that this pork-stuffed siu mai is so fragrant that people can't stop after being topped with sesame sauce.

Let Zhang Cheng have a full stomach.

Seeing this, Xiangxiang couldn't help but laugh.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhang Cheng thought about buying some wine for his family.

It was also yesterday's purchase of grain wine that aroused his addiction.

In the future when there is nothing to do at home, wouldn't it be nice to have a mouthful with Xiangxiang, a mouthful when you feed me, and another mouthful when you feed me.

As soon as he thought of it, Zhang Cheng slapped his thigh and brought Xiangxiang to a large supermarket in the suburbs.

This supermarket is a world-renowned chain store.

It is said that everything you want can be found here.

Although it is somewhat exaggerated, it is indeed quite complete from basic necessities of life to needles and brains.

After 10 o'clock, I came to the supermarket with Xiangxiang, not to mention that there were quite a lot of people.

After asking the salesperson, Zhang Cheng brought Xiangxiang to the wine area.

After hearing Zhang Cheng put his ear to his ear and whispered his idea, Xiangxiang couldn't help feeling ashamed and happy.

But thinking about such a situation in my heart, it will indeed be very intimate and happy.

"I'll just drink wine? The one I drank last time was pretty good, sweet." Xiangxiang said after thinking.

Zhang Cheng naturally has nothing to do.

Find the Tiancheng red wine area, take a bottle of each kind of wine, taste it first, and drink that after you drink it.

Then Zhang Cheng came to the baijiu area and looked at the consecutive shelves filled with baijiu of various brands, degrees, and types.

Zhang Cheng couldn't help but click his tongue.

In the past, his drinking was basically beer, and the white ones were basically Erguotou and Laobaigan. As for Maotai and Wuliangye, he had never tried it anyway.

Might as well get some of them today.

I chose some liquor with relatively high brand awareness.

There are more than fifty bottles in total.

The two people pushing two shopping carts full of various liquors also attracted the attention of many people.

They all speculated on what the two of them were going to do.

After all, buying a few cases of wine may be a wedding or something, but the wine category is too messy.

But Zhang Cheng didn't care about so much. He drank less in the past, so he didn't know which wine was more suitable for his taste. Now he tasted one by one and looked for it slowly.