I Have Paid Too Much For This Home

There are a lot of important things to worry about in addition to gold in life. For example, BoSS is cute, the other party will definitely go online?

Since you can surf the Internet, it is very likely that you will see people on the Internet blaming his targets for being bad, bad.

At this time, if the little cute misunderstands the character of BoSS, the scene will not look good.

Secretary Pei's mind is thinking a lot, indeed, if the little cute is the same as the online keyboard man, even this one can't trust BoSS, then this kind of brainless little cute is useless.

After Secretary Pei made a round of his brain, he had the terrible idea of ​​persuading BoSS to break up.

"Continue to find out." Yu Fengxing is not an impulsive person. Although the online criticism made him feel bad: "Yes, is there any place nearby where you can buy fresh ingredients?"

Secretary Pei: "Ah?"

BoSS, aren't you jumping like that to the old waist?

"I said where to buy fresh ingredients," Yu Fengxing repeated.

I don't know if it was the illusion of Secretary Pei, he always felt that BoSS who raised this question to himself was extremely patient.

"This ... I don't know." Secretary Pei said with a chin. "But I can call my mother to ask."

Yu Fengxing glanced at his subordinates, silent, with a little look of anticipation.

Under the boss's "crazy hint", Secretary Pei immediately called her mother and successfully got the top 10 food market around ten miles away!

"Thank you." Yu Fengxing took away the food market information obtained from Secretary Pei, and planned to study the route when he was not busy.

When Secretary Pei made coffee for herself, she suddenly had a flash of light and thought of something like: "keke ..."

Isn't it that the boss lives with his little cute so soon? !!

Su Xingchen, who was ‘defamated’ by Secretary Pei, was also repairing the plants under the wall at the moment; after all, it was difficult to clean up for many years after no one took care of it.

Su Xingchen looked at his pant cotton gloves, and couldn't help thinking, if only someone could help him cut it together.

Stopping for a break, the anchor brother who has not been online for a few days, turned on the camera and showed the audience the results of their labor.

The audience saw the pile of plants, and excitedly commented, "Is this for sale? What is it? Herbs?"

Su Xingchen: ...

Does your impression of me look like this! ?

This is embarrassing.

Su Xingchen shook his head with a serious face: "No, these are weeds."

During the live broadcast, everyone sent him a series of expressions covering his face, and sent him many flowers: What are you doing?

Su Xingchen laughed and said, "The ditch behind the front and back of my house was cleaned up by plants." As I walked to the place that has not been cleaned, let everyone see clearly: "The project is huge, it is estimated It takes two or three days. "

Hitting Haqiu with his eyes closed: Where is the anchor? Can I work for you? Just feed me and live for me.

A piece of fish fat: I, I, I can also help you work, just eat and wrap!

The message area became this kind of content all at once!

Su Xingchen did not expect that what he had just dreamed about could come true in minutes!

However, after careful calculation of cost and price-performance ratio, it doesn't feel good.

Su Xingchen refused: "Thank you, let me take it slowly."

Still at the stage of supporting his family, he cannot support his ambition to hire a wage earner for the time being.

After turning off the live broadcast, the nineteen-year-old future hopes that the new star will hold a scythe and vigorously chop the thorns and sweat.

Although the body is exhausted after work, the mood is relaxed.

Su Xingchen likes this feeling of life moving, which will make him have a sense of solidity and understand that he has not lived up to precious time.

The snails that were scared by the hatchet yesterday and spit out the mud, can be a delicious dish on the table at noon today.

Faced with such good ingredients, Su Xingchen couldn't bear the redness of his face, and couldn't hold back the paws of the chili.

If you do n’t put chili fried snails, can you call them fried snails?

Thinking about the owner's inability to eat spicy food, leave it alone.

After the meal was delivered to the house owner, Su Xingchen dug a spoonful of chopped garlic and bean paste with chili sauce and applied it to his pit snail.

really not bad.

Just smelling it makes you feel happy.

Su Xingchen's technology for eating snails is first-rate. He never needs to pick the snail meat with a toothpick. He directly picks it up with chopsticks and puts it in his mouth.

The taste of the snail meat is really refreshing and spicy.

After working, Su Xingchen, whose stomach was particularly empty, ate half a bowl of rice.

After work, Yu Fengxing held the top10 food market in his district and drove to one of the best environments.

Standing in front of an assortment of fresh ingredients, he remained motionless for a long time and seemed unable to start.

How to buy this, how much to buy, is a question.

Yu Fengxing frowned, and the first time she thought of calling the person who asked for it; unfortunately, the next second after the thought, he remembered stink, there was no other person on the phone number.

It's been a long time since the big guy didn't encounter such a phone call, but he was troubled because he didn't leave the number.

Sure enough, asking for a phone number and address is a very important matter.

Yu Fengxing thought so, reached for his beef, shrimp, and shells, and finally fixed his eyes on the tender tofu.

For the first time, the mysterious person's cooking seems to be tofu.

Yu Fengxing remembers the slippery taste.

So I took two boxes of tofu and went home with a lot of thoughts.

These dishes were simply and rudely stuffed into the empty refrigerator by the gangster, and the well water that Su Xingchen placed did not violate the river water.

Yu Fengxing, who rarely walked into the kitchen, thoughtfully glanced at his strange kitchen, but couldn't see anything at all.

If ... he was just thinking, if he could see the other person cooking, what would it look like?

Yu Fengxing imagined for a moment, but was frowned by the picture in his mind, because he just imagined a young man wearing an apron standing in the kitchen to wash the dishes, and the young man who washed the dishes had a Su Xingchen s face.

That's right, Yu Fengxing still remembers his little brother who met in Han Jiapingshui a month ago.

But he is very clear that the mysterious person who cooks for himself cannot be Su Xingchen. The reason why he thinks of Su Xingchen may be because the two people feel similar.

Young, simple, good for nothing.

It's stupid to say it's awkward.

In case of encountering bad people, sometimes they cry.

President Yu thought in a complicated mood. If it was his own brother, then it would be easy to do. If they were tortured by bad people several times, they would know how to write evil on earth.

But the mysterious man is so simple and easy to deceive, he is bullied, and Yu Fengxing is uncomfortable.

Mr Yu, who was worried for Su Xingchen, opened today's lunch.

Finding that there was no small note inside, he immediately patted his mind: "..." When he left in the morning, he forgot to leave a small note for Su Xingchen.

The situation now is that the other party did not leave him.

President Yu thought dumbly, aren't we friends?

Yu Fengxing glanced at the dish today with a poor appetite. It is still the usual one vegetarian and one fruit, and occasionally a light soup.

But today there is no soup, only a plate of fresh stuff.

Yu Fengxing knew that this ugly thing was a kind of snail, but he didn't know its name; he clamped it with interest, sucked it in his mouth ... the flesh did not come out, and he sucked hard ... The meat still didn't come out.

After repeated experiments twice, Yu Da BoSS put down his chopsticks, washed his hands and picked them with a toothpick.

The taste is delicious.

After eating, quickly leave a small note to the mysterious person: the meals are good, I am very appetite; you can use the dishes in the refrigerator at will, you are welcome; write your contact number and address to me.

Thinking of the letter S left by the other party, Yu Fengxing generously left the words 'Mr. Yu' below.

This note was posted by Yu Fengxing on the refrigerator door that Su Xingchen was bound to open, in a very conspicuous position.

Su Xingchen came up to place the tableware and saw it. He reached down and read it carefully: "It's good to have an appetite, alas, did you buy vegetables?"

Su Xingchen was pleased and opened the refrigerator door first to see what the owner had bought: "Wow, beef, prawns! And shells, tofu!"

The owner really bought it.

That's the weight ...

This portion can't be eaten by two people for two days!

"Is that the local tyrant like this?" Su Xingchen muttered excitedly and funnyly, then closed the refrigerator door and continued to look down at the message of the house owner, and he froze at a glance: "Huh ..."

Su Xingchen touched his head and thought to himself, was it because the small note in the morning was not written directly enough, and the owner of the house did not get the rejection between the lines.

If this is the case, then it will be difficult.

Su Xingchen rejected this Mr. Yu in the morning, and he was already embarrassed. After all, being in the same room for so long, the other party's unacceptable acceptance had played a big role in his healthy mentality.

Su Xingchen thought about it and left his mobile phone number on the sticky note.

Hello Mr. Yu, this is my phone number. If you have any questions, you can contact me, and the ingredients you bought are very good. It is too much at one time. Please remember to buy one day next time.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Yu Fengxing slept for a short nap, and was shaken after getting up.

On the handsome face with a good complexion, the slump and low pressure two months ago were completely absent.

This is of course, because of the mystery of the people, Yu Fengxing recently ate well and slept well, and the company's performance is also good.

The only upsetting event at the moment, he also learned to control his emotions and not be affected by so-called loved ones who do not love himself at all.

Mr. Yu, who was going to work, walked to the refrigerator, thinking that the sticky note above was the one he had posted before bed, and the hard-lined face sank slightly.

Until he saw the lovely phone number on the sticky note, his eyes narrowed again.

President Yu Zhenzhen reached out and tore off the sticky note, immediately took out her mobile phone, and stored this precious number that was difficult to get into the address book.

Remarks write: S

Yu Fengxing immediately sent a text message to the mysterious S: Hello, this is Mr. Yu, your reminder me to remember.

Then he paused, and quickly slammed another: What can you eat in the refrigerator? If you can eat, if there is anything you like, you can tell me directly, you are welcome.

Two consecutive beeps, two messages were transmitted to Su Xingchen's mobile phone, waking Su Xingchen who was taking a nap.

He picked up his cell phone and looked at the time, and found that it was only 2:30, and the sun outside was still terrible, so he rested his mind and went to sleep.

However, Su Xingchen was worried that the chicks in the chicken room would get a heatstroke, so he climbed up sleepily and pressed a bucket of cold well water from the well. He mentioned that the bucket had become room temperature water before the chicken room was replaced. .

By the way, the weather is really too hot. Some urban young people who are accustomed to air conditioning can't bear to wipe their foreheads.

Go back to the well and squeeze out the well water that is warm in winter and cool in summer, and take a shower.

"It's really comfortable." Su Xingchen sighed with a slightly longer bangs, and then walked back to the room wearing a pair of big pants, sitting on a fairly cool bamboo chair, shaking the fan and watching the mobile phone.

Suddenly lying in the inbox were two house owner's messages, and Su Xingchen quickly turned out and looked at them.

Then I was a little embarrassed to reply to the text message: Hello Mr. Yu, in fact, I can eat the food you bought. But I don't think that's good.

As soon as Yu Fengxing arrived at the company, before sitting down, he heard a noise coming from the mobile phone next to his leg.

Today, the man who was particularly sensitive to mobile phone text messages immediately took out his mobile phone and checked it. Then he replied with a serious face and replied to the suspected abnormally thin S: As you said, would n’t it be bad if I ate something for nothing?