The poorest Premier League star, the whole network begs for money

Chapter 94 Daily Life
After the celebration was over, Fang Fang finally returned home. He hadn’t come back for several days, and almost forgot the skyline view of the nearby financial city.

The house is still as clean as new, and the windows are bright and clean.

Because the cleaning work of the entire building is managed in a unified manner, and each cleaner has undergone strict screening, the owner can rest assured.

If you are not at ease, cleaning can also be arranged by the owner himself.

Equation didn't have any valuables at home, so after putting away the suitcase one by one, he lay on a chair on the balcony, leisurely looking at Yun Juan Yun Shu in London.

Taking a sip of tea from time to time, there is an inexplicable feeling of retirement after success.

In the evening, Mrs. O'Way came to the door suddenly with Helena and little Meg, and said that she would treat him to a French meal and congratulate him on helping Arsenal win the season's double.

Fang Fang originally wanted to decline, because he has been having fun outside these days, and he is already very tired.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Mrs. Aowei arranged for the head chef of the Michelin 3-star restaurant to come and cook in person.

The equation only sighs that it is really close to a million people.

So, everyone waited at his house for a while, and the head chef soon arrived with a few helpers.

There was no light in the room, and only two dimly lit white candles were burning on a round table in the dining room.

The light in the room was dim, and next to it, outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, was the endless bustling London night scene.

This sentiment can only be said to be quite petty bourgeoisie.

Sitting at the table, Fang Fang was still a little unaccustomed. First, it was the first time he felt very elegant, and second, he seldom used a knife and fork.

In fact, he was not the only one, and so was Little Meg on the opposite side. Mrs. Oway was teaching her patiently.

Helena saw that Fang Fang was eating in style, and an imperceptible smile melted on her lips.

Fang Fang has sharp eyes.

Immediately let out a snort, not giving her a good face, squinting at the past, as if to say, "Why, you want to teach me?"

"you"

Helena was immediately offended and wanted to reprimand such rudeness.

but,

Seeing Mrs. Aowei next to her, Helena pursed her lips slightly and squeezed her palms to bear it.

This surprised the equation.

This also holds back?

Looking at Mrs. Oway and Helena, it is strange how they relate.

Mrs. Aowei was finishing talking with little Meg, when she noticed the small movements of the two people around her, a smile flashed in her blue eyes, "What's the matter?"

Equation pretended to be fine and said: "This, I'm just not used to it"

I haven't said anything yet,

Mrs. O'Way smiled and said, "Shall I teach you?"

Helena remained motionless and seemed to be gnashing her teeth at him.

Equation smiled and said, "No, I know how to use it, I'm just not used to it."

Mrs. O'Way nodded, and then asked, "By the way, when do you decide to go back?"

Equation replied: "The day after tomorrow, I will go back after a good rest tomorrow."

"Would you like to let my private jet take you home?" Mrs. Aowei thought for a while and proposed generously.

Fang Fang was stunned before he realized, "No need Ma'am, my agent will help me buy the ticket, it's too troublesome for you."

Mrs. Aowei smiled, "It's not troublesome. It's a waste to leave that Gulfstream plane there without using it. Wouldn't it be nice to just send you back?"

Fang Fang felt that the kindness was hard to turn down, so he smiled helplessly, "Well, if I decline Madam's kindness again, then I will be too hypocritical, thank you Madam."

Little Meg interjected at this moment: "Is Fang going back to China? I want to go too!"

"Next time, let's go together next time, okay?" Mrs. O'Way said softly.

"All right." Little Meg nodded.

Equation also said: "Next time, everyone will take my private jet to play together, and then return to London."

"Ah."

At the same time, a certain suburban countryside in Haicheng.

It was already dark, and the migrant workers came back one after another on small batteries. As soon as they entered the intersection of a row of small retail houses, everyone could smell a familiar hot and sour aroma.

This is the only roadside food stall in the vicinity, which caters for migrant workers who don't like to cook.

Wang Hong is selling hot and sour noodles for sister Zhang from the next door.

Food stalls not only sell hot and sour noodles, but also sell cold noodles and cold skin flatbreads. Anyway, it is a carbohydrate meal.

"Miss Wang, you are here to help again!"

A guy parked the battery car, and he came over to buy snacks for dinner.

Sister Zhang smiled, picked up the powder in the pot, and said: "I also said that Sister Wang should not come to help me again, and she doesn't want money, which makes me feel embarrassed."

Wang Hong said with a smile: "You live alone now, if I ask for your money again, it's just sharing your living expenses. I'm just helping you for a few days, and I'll go back when you're not busy."

The young man couldn't help sighing, "Sister Wang really has a good heart."

Wang Hong didn't say anything, just asked: "Still the same?"

"Yes." The boy nodded.

Soon, a bowl of cold noodles was mixed, together with a bowl of steaming hot and sour noodles, and a grilled sausage, they were put into a bag together, and the boy went home with the snacks.

After a while, a few migrant workers came back, and the food stall became busy again.

At this time, suddenly a well-dressed young man came outside.

He parked the car outside first and walked to the intersection on the side of the road.

Glancing at the retail houses here, the young man pushed his eyes before walking over hesitantly.

After smelling the hot and sour smell, the young man was not surprised, and walked over with genuine famous shoes.

When he arrived at the stall, he asked curiously, "How much is this cake?"

"One yuan and five." Wang Hong didn't look up.

"What about the hot and sour powder?"

"Twenty dollars."

The price surprised the young man.I didn't expect it to be so cheap!

"All right, I'll have a piece of cake."

The young man scanned the QR code, then he glanced back and said, "Speaking of which, your place is pretty good, and you will build a small building here in the future, grow vegetables, and there will be a small ditch in the back. It's good for the elderly! "

Wang Hong didn't ask this person why he came, but put the biscuits in a plastic bag and handed them over, reminding him, "I won't let you repair it now."

"That's right." The young man nodded, took the cake and asked again, "By the way, do you know a person named Equation?"

"Equation? I don't know it!" Sister Zhang shook her head decisively.

Sister Wang also said, "I'm sorry, I haven't heard of this name."

The young man nodded, not surprised. With the plastic bag on his wrist, he walked back with his hands in his pockets.

"It's a reporter again, how many is this today?" Sister Zhang glanced at the man's back and said helplessly.

Wang Hong replied flatly: "Don't bother with them, we are just ordinary people living a life."

Sister Zhang agrees: "Yes, that kid left here a long time ago to study in some noble school. It is his own blessing to become famous abroad, and it really has nothing to do with us."

"It's strange that the master left early. If he is still there, the boy may come back."

Wang Hong thought for a while and said, "It would be great if Fang Fang came back, and he should take care of this house."

(End of this chapter)