Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

In the world, in the apartment, Wang Xuebin was sitting on the sofa, unable to lift up any energy. Today, he was sad and happy, and he was really tired.

He raised his head and sat on the sofa. There was no light in the dark room. Suddenly, he thought of something, picked up his phone and searched for the name Wang Xuebin.

He found a bunch of strangers, and the only piece of information related to him was the foundation's public information. He threw his phone on the table and leaned against the sofa and stopped moving.

After a while, he got up and turned on the light, took two eggs from the refrigerator, took a steamed bun, walked into the kitchen, put the steamed buns in the microwave to heat them, and at the same time, he boiled oil in the pan and fryed a poached egg.

After a while, he took out the steamed buns, cut them with a knife, and put them in the fried fully cooked poached eggs, and returned to the sofa while eating.

He muttered:

"Nana, submit the mission!"

Nana: "The mission submission failed!"

Wang Xuebin raised his eyebrows and didn't care. He hadn't eaten steamed buns and eggs for a long time. This time he just remembered it again and just tried it.

"Haitty, call!"

The phone suddenly rang. He bent down and took the phone, but didn't look at the caller ID. He directly connected and put it in his ear, without saying a word.

"Hey, Xuebin? My brother, Wang Yuxiang!"

Wang Yuxiang is the son of his cousin, the only two who have not been married in their generation, the other one is Wang Xuebin.

Although Wang Xuebin left Heluo with his mother after he was five years old, he would go back to his hometown for a while during the Chinese New Year and holidays every year, so he is not unfamiliar with it.

Wang Xuebin cheered up, covered up his fatigue, and asked:

"Brother? What's wrong? Why did you remember to call me?"

"Are you free on May 2?"

Wang Xuebin looked at the date. May 2nd is next Saturday, and there is still one week.

"I can't say it right now, is there anything wrong?"

I didn't care about Wang Xuebin's words on the other end of the phone, raised my tone and said loudly:

"Hehe, I'm going to get married, hehe, come on, be a best man, you and I'm not married yet in our generation. I'm already done with the task!"

Wang Xuebin's fatigue also diminished a lot when he listened to the festive voice on the other end of the phone.

"Oh! Good thing, I will definitely come. Where is my dad, will he go?"

Hearing the words on the other end of the phone, he said with a smile:

"Hehe, I'm helping me with the help. He gave you a call. Come here early. When you help me break through the door, we are two of you. This time, let the brothers see the benefits of seeing the big ones!"

Wang Xuebin got up and stretched, and replied with a smile:

"Apart from drinking, I'll be the one who can't drink, I'll be two of you. Wait, I'll be here tomorrow or the next day!"

Hang up the phone, looked at the address sent by my cousin, and laughed unconsciously.

"Haha~ Married~~Haha~"

Hearing happy events can always make people feel happy.

"Oh! Just think about it, it's useless to think too much, just do it!"

......

Heluo, the ancient capital of the Nine Dynasties, and the City of Peony, was where he was born.

"Hey, Dad, it's here, don't worry about me, no, I'll just go back by myself, don't answer!"

Wang Xuebin walked out of the train station with a trolley case.

The box contains a suit, which he bought yesterday, for a thousand dollars, which is very cheap.

He is a guest and cannot suppress the groom's limelight.

Wang Xuebin did not go home directly, but came to the SiS store, picked up a Bentley, and drove back to the county town.

The home is more than ten kilometers away from the city, and it takes about half an hour to drive. When he arrived at home, he took out the master key, pried open the door in a few seconds, and entered the house.

This is his father's house. Wang Xuebin has no keys, but he is a craftsman at least, so the security door can't stop him.

The house is made of two bedrooms and one living room, about seventy or eighty square meters, and only one person lives alone.

The room was very messy, with quilts, clothes and socks piled together, and messy wires were wrapped in a ball, and all kinds of things were placed on the ground, such as massage, foot washing, and fitness.

In the bedroom, there were a table of cakes, pickles, wine, and leftover vegetables, and some of them had grown hair.

TVs and computers are stacked on the bedroom table, with a thick layer of gray on it.

"really!"

Wang Xuebin looks like this every time he comes. Sometimes he will clean up, but more often he makes it together.

To be honest, the lives of single men are really not that particular.

Wang Xuebin glanced at him and began to pack up. He classified all kinds of things, washed what should be washed, threw what should be thrown, wipe what should be wiped, wipe what should be wiped.

After working hard for most of the day, I finally got a little home-like appearance.

"Hey, Dad, where are you?"

Wang Xuebin leaned on the bed, watching TV and making a phone call.

"Hey, Xuebin? I'm at your uncle's house, and a group of people are playing here. You're here?"

"Arrived early!"

Wang Xuebin took the remote control and found a movie at will, and clicked to play it.

The voice on the other end of the phone immediately became louder.

"What! Binbin is here! Come on, come on, I'm here with your uncle, come here!"

Wang Xuebin heard the deliberately raised tone on the other end of the phone and smiled unconsciously:

"No, I've already entered the house and lie on the bed. Let's go tomorrow!"

"Zhongzhong! You can get home! Then you can rest and come here tomorrow!"

"Okay, you're busy, I'll hang up first!"

As he said that, he was about to hang up the phone, but he heard the sound of talking coming from the other end of the phone.

"Who? Binbin is back?"

"Of course, Binbin is back~"

His father's final answer was also in operatic style, which was the tune of Henan Penduzi, but unfortunately he was a little off-the-scenes.

Wang Xuebin hung up the phone and looked at it and laughed loudly. Suddenly, a scream came from the TV, which scared him so much that he almost threw his phone out.

When I looked up, I saw that the TV was showing a genuine warm film, the old corpse of the mountain village, which was the shadow of his childhood!

Although he has seen dead people or gods and Buddhas, in his heart, Chu Renmei will always be the warmest one and irreplaceable!

Wang Xuebin quickly picked up the remote control and turned off the TV. This movie is not a joke.

“Cook!”

Wang Xuebin lives in the place where he lives is about ten kilometers away from the city and ten kilometers away from the county town. The surrounding environment is very good and quiet, but there is no commercial area.

There is only one supermarket around the community, including rice, flour, grain and oil, and vegetables, but it is not fresh.

Wang Xuebin came to the kitchen to look for it, it was empty!

Kitchen utensils are all complete, but they are basically new, with only one cooking noodles, and the noodles are commonly used in the pot.

He washed the wok and waved his hand. Eggs, ham, chives, and a pot of overnight meal appeared on the chopping board.

He cooked the oil in the pan, cut the ham sausage into the pan and diced it into the oil, then poured the beaten eggs into the pan and stir-fry them, then poured the beaten rice into the pan, stir-fry the chopped green onion, salt, MSG, and put it into the pan.

A bowl of fried rice from memories was successfully cooked.

He held the basin and turned out a bottle of Coke from 1997, placed it on the coffee table, and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Nana, submit the mission!"

Nana: "The mission submission failed!"

Wang Xuebin was stunned, with a mouthful of rice wrapped in his mouth, muttering in a confused manner:

"I have been cooking all the food that I have been impressed with since I was a child. Why isn't it? Is there something wrong with the system?"

Nana: "Please pay attention to the host. The evaluation criteria of this system are based on the host's subconscious mind. Therefore, the system cannot be broken. If it is broken, it is also broken by the host, and it has nothing to do with the system!"

Wang Xuebin held the fried rice basin and said with disgust:

"Hmph! It has nothing to do with you? The mentally retarded system!"

After saying that, he started to eat it again. The taste was still the taste in his memory. It was the bowl of noodles from God of Food that helped him remember. Now that he has eaten it again, he feels a lot of changes. However, his eating behavior has not changed, and he still eats it voraciously.

Some things have roots and will never be changed in this life.