The Monster I Was Redeemed

After chatting with Ye Qing for so long, the chicken wings in the kitchen have long been marinated.

Turn on the natural gas switch, wait for the pot to heat up, add a little cold oil, and add the marinated chicken wings.

The aroma of chicken wings began to permeate. Ai Liang did not use the hood, but directly gathered the oil fume and threw it out of the window with the power of thought, which was much better than the hood.

Anyway, no one is watching him cook now, Ai Liang didn't even bother to use chopsticks, so he turned the chicken wings directly with his mind.

After the chicken wings are cooked, pick up the chicken wings, turn on the fire, pour the ginger shreds and the prepared honey water into the pot, dissolve the coking layer at the bottom of the pot, and then pour in the chicken wings and simmer for about 40 seconds when the juice is half collected.

Stir fry a little bit, and after the chicken wings are fully coated with the honey sauce, a pot of honey sauce chicken wings with a crystal clear appearance and full of color and fragrance is completed.

It takes less than half an hour from marinating to cooking, which is very simple.

Ai Liang kept a small bowl of chicken wings for dinner, and packed the rest in a lunch box.

dong dong dong.

Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

"I'm coming!"

There was a clack of slippers in the house.

Kacha, Ye Qing opened the security door and exclaimed after seeing the lunch box in Ai Liang's hand: "Wow, you won't give me all the chicken wings, will you?"

"I've left it myself." Ai Liang shoved the lunch box into Ye Qing's hands and turned to leave.

However, as soon as he got home, he received a message on his phone.

【Are you there? ] - Summer Solstice

This netizen named Xia Zhi is the one who has been chatting with Ai Liang all these years.

[Although I feel that I should have added the wrong person, I still have to ask, are you Ai Liang? 】

【Um. 】

【Come to the balcony! 】

Ai Liang picked up the bowl and walked to the balcony with a pair of chopsticks.

Ai Liang glanced at the news and didn't reply, but opened the sliding door of the balcony and looked to the left, Ye Qing was holding the lunch box and staring at it.

"Your online name is 'Weiliang'?"

"Well, it's me."

Ai Liang put down a small bowl on the table on the balcony and nibbled the chicken wings unhurriedly.

"It's too coincidental!"

Ye Qing couldn't help but spit out: "You didn't realize that I was in Qianhua Market, so you came here."

"Do you feel like that kind of person I am?"

Ai Liang nibbled on the chicken wings quietly, just like chatting normally, most of the time it was Ye Qing who was talking, and he occasionally replied.

Ye Qing looked at Ai Liang's calm appearance and sighed: "That's true."

Now Ai Liang admits that she is 'Weiliang', but she has lost the nervous excitement she had when she read the materials.

Ye Qing actually noticed it when she read the information at noon. Without him, the identity and background of Ai Liang and her netizen "Weiliang" were simply poured out of the same mold.

Life experiences cannot be said to be similar, but to be exactly the same.

Another reason is that netizens who have known each other for five years met with each other without the knowledge of both parties.

It feels like you call a virtual anchor wife for five years, and finally discover that the virtual anchor is actually your own buddy. This kind of complicated feeling is difficult to describe in words.

Even Ye Qing, who was enthusiastic and cheerful, with max social skills, didn't know what to say for a while.

Take a simple example.

The current atmosphere is like the feeling of a social phobia patient walking to school, seeing the teacher and classmate in front of him, and then slowing down ten times, but still meeting at the bus stop.

But Ye Qing was Ye Qing after all, and soon she packed up her emotions and questioned Ai Liang about her soul.

"So, you came to Qianhua to avoid your parents?"

Ye Qing's first question, without hesitation, mentioned Ai Liang's parents.

Four years ago, Ye Qing, who had been pouring bitter water on Ai Liang, complaining, and telling about her daily life,

One day, she suddenly became curious and asked about Ai Liang's life.

At that time, Ai Liang had just ended his hermit career, and he, who had not chatted with normal people for five years, took advantage of the situation to talk about his family situation.

No one knows your true face through the internet anyway.

In the past five years, the two discussed Ai Liang's parents a lot. A long time ago, Ye Qing joked about letting him come out and hang out with her.

Of course, this is just a joke. Three years ago, she was still living in the orphanage herself.

"This time, I broke up with them completely. If there is no accident, I will not have contact with them in the future."

Ai Liang nibbled on the chicken wings calmly, anyway, sooner or later he would leave those two people, and it was a strange thing to delay it until now.

If it wasn't for meeting Yue Qihua and others at school, Ai Liang would have left Neihua two years ago.

"What are you going to do about living expenses? Do you want to come to our supermarket to do a part-time job? I can talk to Lan... the owner of the supermarket."

Ye Qing didn't say any comforting nonsense, she knew very well that Ai Liang didn't want to and didn't need to listen to it.

The content she cares about is directly pointing to the essential life problems.

While Ye Qing suggested, she picked up half a chicken wing and put it in her mouth.

She saw that her tongue was gently rolled, Cherry's small mouth sucked, and with a squeak, all the tender meat on the chicken wings was scraped off, and only one chicken bone was left, which she threw into the trash can.

Although the food was fast, it was not vulgar, the movements were quick and elegant, and the chicken wings in the lunch box were dwindling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I have already solved the living expenses. I made a lot of money from stock trading in the month of the summer vacation, which is enough to live on."

Ye Qing didn't say much, after all, with Ai Liang's genius level, it was impossible for him to starve to death.

Looking at the empty lunch box, she stuck out her tongue and licked her lips as if aftertaste: "You often say that your craftsmanship is mediocre, but this is mediocre. It's obviously better than the honey sauce chicken wings in the restaurant!"

"It's good for your taste, but didn't you say you had dinner?"

Ai Liang put down the small bowl in his hand, and the containers with chicken wings on both sides formed a sharp contrast.

Ye Qing put down her chopsticks and said, "After eating, it doesn't mean that you are full. The pot is so big, and a pot of fried rice will not be enough."

"But that's not the point. Why are you not surprised that I am the 'Xiazhi'!"

Ye Qing pouted in dissatisfaction: "We've known each other for five years, so you don't seem to care at all."

"Is this surprising?"

Ai Liang picked up half a chicken wing and put it in his mouth, and said while eating, "I recognized it in the morning."

"Huh?" The chopsticks in Ye Qing's hand fell directly onto the table: "What did you say?"

"I said, I recognized you as the summer solstice this morning."

Ai Liang repeated the words again.

"I shouldn't have told you which supermarket I work in, and I haven't even told you how old I am. How did you recognize it?"

Ye Qing's pretty face was filled with greetings: "Generally, supermarkets won't accept part-time jobs for minors."

Ye Qing's doubts were different from before, this time it wasn't her vigilance.

It's just pure curiosity, how did Ai Liang see that she was the Xia Solstice.

You must know that in real life, Ye Qing pays great attention to her words and deeds, and never discloses personal information to strangers, not to mention the online world separated by mobile phones.