I’m Walking the Career Line In Dog Blood

"Dear Uncle Ninth, I heard that you didn't have dinner tonight, so bad?"

Stomach pain so I didn't eat dinner, Xie Jiu, who was frowning and processing documents, looked at the door in surprise: "Tiantong? You're not tonight..." Going out to dinner ?

"I want to find Xie Jiuye, who is 'Daily Management', to eat hot pot together." An Yinong at the door of the study reached out and knocked on the open door, "I wonder if you have this honor?"

An Yinong laughed when he said, "Did it bother you? Is it convenient to come in?"

"Of course it's convenient." Xie Jiu put down the pen, his stomach was still uncomfortable, but at this time he said naturally, "I was busy and forgot, just wanted to eat something."

An Yinong no doubt has him: "Even if you are busy with work, you have to eat, otherwise your stomach will be uncomfortable."

"Got it, little housekeeper."

An Yinong's small villa, the hot pot and materials are ready. Xie Jiu is a little bit clean, so he and An Yinong share the same pot, and the others share the same pot.

At this time, his villa was pasted with red couplets and window stickers for the New Year, and a string of red lanterns hung at the door. It looked lively and lively. I feel warm and popular.

Xie Jiu waited for the cut ingredients to be placed in pots and pans, while An Yinong was feeding the fish. Here he is.

"These fish like you so much."

"Yeah, I'm likable." An Yinong said while spreading fish food. In fact, these fish are not under his care, but as long as he appears near the fish tank, these fish will swim over.

"I'll feed some too." Xie Jiu stood up and walked over, wanting to join the fish feeding team. Unexpectedly, he was just approaching, and the fish seemed to be afraid of him, and they retreated one after another.

An Yinong was always happy: "Ninth uncle is too imposing, and the fish are scared by you."

Xie Jiu also smiled when he saw this: "Only fish are like this. Maybe he was a fisherman in his previous life and offended them."

An Yinong remembered that in his previous life, his husband was not liked by fish. He always thought it was because he was a ghost. Could it be his constitution?

After a while, the ingredients were all set, and they were seated one by one.

"I didn't know what Uncle Jiu liked, so I bought some."

The golden chicken soup rolled up and down in the pot, and the thick mushrooms and verdant scallions rose and fell with the soup.

Queen of mushrooms, bamboo fungus, fresh nine-section prawns, prawns, cuttlefish, oysters, egg dumplings…

The gentle aroma of the food eased Xie Jiu's stomach discomfort, or because there was someone around him eating with him, so the discomfort was temporarily gone. In short, Xie Jiu feels very good now.

He looked at An Yinong, who was only wearing a turtleneck sweater, and he was spooning up a bowl of golden chicken soup.

The tip swayed, and the thick soup dripped, dizzying ripples in the golden-yellow soup. The strong aroma of the stewed chicken wafts in the air.

An Yinong made a bowl of chicken soup, put the stewed chicken in it, and put it in front of Xie Jiu: "Ninth uncle eat first."

After putting down the bowl, he looked at Xie Jiu with his smiling eyes: "I didn't eat at night, so drink some soup to calm my stomach?"

"Okay." Xie Jiu heard himself talking, this bowl of chicken soup was so fragrant, he felt full before he even ate it, and all the organs in his body became tender Easy again.

An Yinong poured himself a bowl of chicken soup and a large chicken thigh. The tender chicken was full of gummy bite, and every bite was infused with the aroma of other ingredients.

The cartilage at both ends of the chicken thigh bone almost melted, and the chicken and the bouncy cartilage came down with a sip, and the delicious soup came to the mouth.

Full of food, full of happiness.

Now give him a bowl of rice, he can eat two bowls of chicken soup.

"This is eating." An Yinong sighed in his heart, eating cold food alone at a lively banquet was really boring.

After drinking the chicken soup and eating a whole chicken thigh, An Yinong did not feel full, but was aroused by his appetite and even hungrier. He picked up the bamboo tube that was split in half, and on the bamboo tube were eight hand-beaten balls.

Beef balls, fish balls, shrimp balls, cuttlefish balls, all are two, for two people.

"Ninth uncle eat this? I'm all down?"

Xie Jiu who was drinking soup smiled and nodded: "I can do it."

Will make a delicious honey lemon cake.

An Yinong, who got the words, poured the eight round **** on the bamboo tube into the chicken soup, and also sandwiched the fried crispy bells in the style of spring rolls.

Fried crispy bells are ready-made fried items. You don’t need to put them in the pot, but eat them with sweet and sour sauces.

Bar."

He put the fried crispy bell wrapped in purple potato into Xie Jiu bowl, and the cheese fried crispy bell into his own bowl.

Crispy bells with popped cheese, the best!

Xie Jiu couldn't help laughing, and then thought of the phrase 'Ninth Uncle's good figure'.

At sea that day, Anon took him off after scooping him up…

Fortunately, he was eating hot hot pot at this time, and the mist covered Xie Jiu's face.

It's fresh, fragrant, bouncy, refreshing, all beautiful, and the small red seeds with unique flavor bounce and burst between the teeth, An Yinong wants to eat the second after eating one.

However, he still reluctantly picked up another shrimp ball and put it in Xie Jiu's spare bowl.

"Ninth Uncle, put it here first, it won't taste good when it's cooked." After that, he went to pick up the other meatballs that were already cooked. Seeing his eyes sparkling, he placed and picked up the ingredients. He must have enjoyed it.

So Xie Jiu did not move, waiting for the cooked food one by one to be picked up and placed in his bowl.

In fact, the atmosphere at the other table was more lively, but for some reason, Xie Jiu just felt that it was warm and beautiful for the two of them to eat hot pot together like this.

The coldest season in Hong Kong City is at night. Most people have returned home to reunite with their families. At this time, the prison in Hong Kong City also provides slightly better Chinese New Year meals.

However, when Zhang Ming, who had just met someone, came back, his food had already been taken away.

"It doesn't matter." He sat on the bed, his face haggard, but his eyes brightened, "Wen Long is back, I will definitely come out."

Zhang Ming knew that Wen Long had a little misunderstanding about him, but in the same way, he was different to Wen Long. He had seen and rescued Wen Long when he was at his worst. At that time, he wasn't even Xie Jiu's adopted son, just an insignificant orphan in the city wall.

"He said it himself, I was the only warmth he had in the past, and he would definitely save me out, definitely."

Then what is Wen Long doing now after leaving the prison?

He was standing on the street of the city wall. Although the city wall was regarded as a magic cave by outsiders, most of the people here are just ordinary people. Always stick a pair of red couplets and hang a red lantern to pray for good luck next year.

Wen Long was wearing black clothes and walked into an alley.

There is a barbed wire above the alley, and there is a lot of domestic garbage hanging on the net, some of which are still dripping. The ground also accumulates water all the year round, which is very slippery and sticky. From time to time, some bugs are stepped on, or arrogant mice are crawled over.

This is where he used to live. It was not until he was sixteen that he brought a letter from his father to Xie Jiu and became his adopted son.

"It's still the same here." He thought, nothing changed.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ming wanted to lie to him.

Save him?

He is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, how can I save him? Even if it can be saved, why should he save it?

Wen Long's character is like this, love wants to live and evil wants to die: "Everyone has to pay for what they do."

Since he knew that He Tiantong was actually the young master of the media He family, Zhang Ming's aunt really had a relationship with He Chengjue, and wanted to become Mrs. He, he knew that he was being treated as Gun made.

Fortunately, he thought he was infatuated with no regrets, but it turned out to be just a fool being played with.

Yes, Zhang Mingben is such a person. Before he was penniless, Zhang Ming pretended not to know him when he saw him? It was also later that he became Xie Jiu's adopted son, and they were together.

Wen Long's mother was a daughter of daughters. After two years of elopement with the poor boy, she couldn't stand the gap in life and went back to remarry. Wen Long went to her and was chased away mercilessly.

At that time, Wen Long buried a lot of hatred in his heart. He vowed to stand out and made his mother cry and beg him for forgiveness.

He also hid a wish, he hoped that he could find a lover.

The man was just like his mother, from a wealthy, high-class person, and never suffered hardships. But that person will not dislike his origin and past, nor does he care about any external conditions, only his essence.

This person will not be Zhang Ming.

Just now, Zhang Ming wanted to lie to him, saying that it was He Tiantong deliberately messing with him.

In fact, Wen Long had already inquired about it before he came, and Zhang Ming had indeed instructed the three gangsters to sell He Tiantong abroad. There are also many beautiful boys like him. people like it.

"Unfortunately, he didn't know that He Tiantong was really kidnapped that night, and he didn't know what price He used to save him. Zhang Ming was angered, but he was the first to take the blame. "

It was also that night that Xie Jiu had an accident, but everyone was fine, and it seemed that he was rescued by the He family, so only then did the two cooperate in charity matters.

Wen Long's mood is a bit complicated. He is very grateful to Xie Jiu for his study and life, but... If Xie Jiu died at that time, part of his family business would always be in his own hands, right?

Xie Jiu has no relatives, no close friends, and he did not make a will.

If he dies...

He went outside and saw other skies, so bright, with the scent of flowers and wine, that was what he wanted.

After a trip abroad, he is more certain that he wants more and better, he wants a beautiful villa in the middle of the mountain, a luxury car to enter and exit, and a servant who is proficient in English to serve , Even the people around him can't have a bit of muddy smell.

No matter how beautiful Zhang Ming's packaging is, it can't change the bad sour smell in his bones.

Wen Long unilaterally believed that Zhang Ming's inferior taste was because he was poor, not because he was bad. He really hates 'poverty', and regards 'poverty' as the most intolerable thing in the world and the worst thing.

So at this time he thought of 'He Tiantong', a young master who was really spoiled.

The scent of social luxury."

Wen Long felt that only in this way could he prove that he had completely broken away from his original class.

Yes, he needs a precious jewel that can show his identity.

"But what to do?" According to the agreement between him and Xie Jiu, after the age of 20, Xie Jiu will no longer support him. Now he is twenty years old.

Wen Long glanced at the mouse, turned to leave this place, and he wanted to have everything he wanted.

"Well, it's so good, I ate too much if I was not careful." An Yinong, who was lazy and didn't want to move in the winter, lay on the sofa while eating Hawthorn slices for Xiaoshi.

Xie Jiu, who was 80% full, watched him humming there, and subconsciously walked over to sit on the edge of the sofa, reached out and pressed his soft belly, wanting to rub him .

An Yinong was stunned, and Xie Jiu was stunned. This is a very intimate behavior, and it seems that they are not close to this level.

"Ah," An Yinong sat up, "Is Ninth Uncle here for Chinese New Year?"

Xie Jiuye retracted his finger and replied naturally: "Yes, are you going back to the He's old house?"

"Well, there are relatives from abroad who come back and need to stay for two days to communicate with each other. When the time comes, I will call the ninth uncle to pay New Year's greetings. Do you have any lucky money?"

"Yes, of course there is." Xie Jiu looked into his eyes, "Ninth Uncle will give you whatever you want."

"Please, Ninth Uncle, don't take the elder's tone."

Xie Jiu thought about her nearly 30 years: "I was more than ten years older than you."

"But," An Yinong leaned over slowly, with a smile in his eyes, shining brightly, "The first time I saw Uncle Ninth, I was thinking, how could someone wear a Tang suit like this? Extravagant and elegant? Wouldn’t it be better to call you Brother Yu instead of Ninth Uncle?”

"There's still a lot of chicken left..." Granny Lian walked out of the kitchen and passed the hall. She found that her young master was sitting alone in the living room, and he smiled and seemed to have encountered something happy. .

"Where's Mr. Xie? Are you gone?" Granny Lian looked around, no one was there.

"Yeah."