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"Ah, no wonder you are always unconvinced. It turns out that you are envious and jealous. What's the matter? Canine mammals are not allowed to have aesthetics?"

They sat at the back, separated by a few Chinese-style hollowed-out screens with the word "Fu", and faintly heard some voices, but they couldn't hear them all. The waiter came over with a double-decker dining car, and lit the fire for the two of them with a smile. Then put the dishes on the table one by one, put the rest of the extra tableware into the locker, turn around and stand not far away, so as to respond in time in case the guests have needs.

Naturally, it was Shao Kou who did it. The hot pot base material was packed in a sealed bag, torn apart along the gap, poured into the pot and boiled slowly, the spicy smell quickly fainted, and a few green shrimps were thrown into the white soup After a while, it bubbled up. Rinse a few chopsticks of mutton and pass it into his bowl with a colander. Alas, the service is so good that I almost feed it directly into my mouth.

I will give in to your narcissism for several strands.

"I can never talk to you about aesthetics, because I know I will lose."

Quite self-knowledge, this is the psychological quality that a migrant worker should have.

"Is it cooked? Just dip it and take it out."

Bian Mu looked at his quick way, and asked this question sincerely. For him, the way of eating is still very particular. It is not that he has never eaten hot pot before, but most of them are just to make up the number. He didn't move his chopsticks at all, and at most he said a few words to deal with it. It wasn't until he came to this place where he wanted nothing but nothing, that he became a little sincere about eating.

Shao Kou was already obviously helpless with his words, really, didn't he eat his stomach once, and as for being bitten by a snake once, would he be afraid of the well rope for ten years?

After thinking too far, I turned back and explained to him, "The mutton can be eaten after being boiled in the boiling soup for a while. After cooking for a long time, it should be too chewy. Eat it while it's hot."

Bian Mu lowered his head and glanced at the little bastard who was deep in thought, and for the sake of your underage, temporarily let you go as a drug test dog.

The dipping sauce is configured according to individual needs. The seafood he ate, he stretched out his chopsticks and took a few bites to swallow it. Well, it smells like mutton, which is not good.

"Don't do it, don't you just pick bad ones for me?"

That's because you chose the wrong dipping material. Shao Kou raised the corner of the stool, said something to wait for him, and went to the ingredient area. You can obviously do it yourself, but you have to spend money to buy the high-end ready-made one.

When Bian Mu was sitting by himself, the girl from just now went back and forth, holding a bowl of meat porridge in her hand, her expression automatically turned gentle, and her voice was full of sweetness, "Hello, minced meat porridge is ready, here You put it on the table, do you need to move a chair over for this little golden retriever to sit on?"

Hitting what you like is a strategic approach when you want something.

The man in British style recovered his blood just now, pulled his lips crisply and hummed, let go of the little bastard in his hand, and let him face the bowl of love meat porridge with awe-inspiring momentum.

"Sir, our hot pot restaurant now has a discount for recharging, you may consider applying for a membership card."

She didn't wait for his response, and continued, "Golden customers can get a sweeping robot for free, which is very smart."

As soon as she said it, she ran for the biggest move, this man gave her such confidence.

Bian Mu didn't know that he had already reached the peak position in the girl's heart, so he looked down at some bright red mutton, and raised his head to answer her, "Your home doesn't taste good, so I don't plan to come here in the future."

In fact, he wanted to show off his great chef, but he changed his words when he got to the point of speaking, patted his conscience and said that the food made by that bastard is better.

At this time Erhuo came back with a bowl, a head taller than the girl, sat down and lifted the chair without making any sound.

"What do you think is not delicious, please give your opinion, we can improve flexibly."

The feeling of being slapped in the face, the girl's smile was almost unstoppable, this person is so straightforward, he just said that he won't come next time, is it to tell her to stop talking?

Shao Kou didn't know the enemy's situation, so he handed over the prepared dipping ingredients, and poured the meat slices from the bone dish into the red soup pot to cook, his words warmed his spleen, "I'll eat the cold ones later, the ones are re-made for you, Take the tip of your chopsticks and taste it, is it spicy?"

I specially put more sugar and pickled peppers for him. It’s hot pot if it’s spicy.

The girl stood at the table and watched the two show their love back and forth, and she blushed instantly. Why, because she was obsessed with watching crispy duck when she was taking a break from her busy schedule, she immediately became rotten. Meishou, fuck, the mind immediately builds the two up and down, lips connected and spitting, fingers flying together, the domineering destruction in the eyes and tenacious self-help, the collision indulging in love and affection, and the unspeakable sky-high Freedom from joy.

Licking with the tip of her tongue, she pursed her mouth, um, "It's okay."

Shao Kou didn't look at him this time, instead he raised his head seriously and looked at a girl whose face was on fire with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Asking who, Bian Mu let go of the little bastard's dog's tail, and raised his eyebrows to look at her.

"Ah? Ah, I, that, I'm going first..."

The expression of who am I, where am I, and what am I doing all over his face made Shao Kou smile, not paying attention to the low pressure of the thunderstorm that was completely gloomy on the opposite side.

"Don't eat, go home."

People say that in June, the face of a baby changes as soon as it is said. You said that it is not yet May, why did it change?

The girl walks on the front foot, but he will walk on the back, what is going on?

"Okay, let's go after eating."

Bian Mu didn't care about the delicious food that the little bastard was slurping into his mouth, he just scooped up his neck and left, no one needed to care.

The welcoming girl was still standing in the first place, and her heart hadn't finished stirring yet. When she turned around, she saw two people approaching one after the other. The man behind was obviously holding a card to pay the bill, while the man strolling in front seemed to have changed a card. When the face and the deep and dark eyes swept towards her, it was like a shipwreck hitting an iceberg, extremely decadent.

She really wanted to come forward and say something, or just simply thank you for coming. However, what is interesting is the complexity of the time track, which is disorderly and disorderly. After a while, she drifted away without a trace.

For this girl, in the years to come, she will always compare the men she meets and experiences with the men she remembers, and then come up with an imperfect result, always like this, fortunately , after so many years, at such a desperate moment, she once again had an opportunity that could be imagined and admired.

After Shao Kou paid, he strode to catch up, took out the car keys, and got into the driver's seat. He was so unlucky that he didn't eat a bite.

"As for it being so unpalatable, what shall we eat?"

It's more than one o'clock, so I have to eat, and I'm not a monkey who is hungry when I see the sky.

The man in the co-pilot remained silent for a long time, Shao Kou glanced at him suspiciously, what's the matter?

She asked again with a shy face, "Hey, why don't we go eat fried chicken. Let's go, I, bah..."

He actually said that on purpose, for the purpose of being funny and entertaining. In the end, the man on the side still didn't raise his head, and his shoulders didn't tremble. Is he depressed again?

He didn't dare to tease him anymore, he was afraid that something more abnormal would happen, not to mention that he was not good at speaking, so let's drive honestly.

Backing the car into the garage, Bian Mu moved a little. He threw the lump in his arms on the ground, took off his shoes and went upstairs, and didn't even say "Don't disturb him." This can be regarded as a real depression.

Shao Kou took off his coat, stood in the backlight with his head sullen, fished out his mobile phone to search for depression, slid his fingers up and down, looked twice in a row, and then put it back in his pocket, found a bag of meat floss, and made some egg skin with noodles, Spread the meat floss evenly and roll it into a ball. It's done. Well, let's fry some camellia noodles. Fry the white noodles with meat oil three times, sieve out fine powder, mix some melon seeds and peanuts, boil water, blanch I picked up a small bowl and carried it upstairs with a plate of meat floss rolls. Halfway there, I remembered what was in the refrigerator in the car and hurried to get it back. I picked out the sausage, which was a bit hard after repeated frying, smelling the meat in the air Smell, tsk tsk praise, hey, it's quite fragrant, put it on a plate and take it up.

The door of the studio was open, and the light from the incandescent lamp inside was strong. When he walked to the door, he found that there was no one there, and turned back to the direction of the bedroom, leaving only a small gap. He opened it directly and stepped in with his long legs, " What are you doing?"

As for Bian Mu, he belongs to the type who likes to be noticed by others. Well, it can also be said that he has a sunny personality. He hopes that he is the most eye-catching, and others have to circle around him. This is also the reason for his personality of being crooked when things go wrong. It's been a long time, I feel depressed for no reason, I don't want to do anything, I come back upstairs, I can't help but turn to the studio and sit for a while, looking at the messy paint bottles all over the floor, I don't worry, I get up and go back to the bedroom, close the curtains, squat down Smoking by the bed, I don't know what's in my mind, anyway, I drift to poetry and the distance.

"Sit on the floor and smoke. It's really good. I made meat floss rolls and camellia noodles with a lot of sugar. You have never eaten them. Get up and take a nap."

It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, taking a nap, and Bian Mu wanted to scold him, but felt that it was meaningless, so he simply broke the can and threw it, pretending that he had no ears to listen.

It was the first time that Shao Kou saw him like this, and the first afternoon he even coaxed that he opened this supermarket, why did he almost shrink into a turtle shell now?

"What's the matter with you? Or, where is it uncomfortable?"

Could it be that there is a history of congenital genetic diseases, he doesn't know.

Put the things in your hand on the floor, sit cross-legged in front of him and ask him seriously.

"You are talking, what do you want to do, I will accompany you, will it work?"

Heh, the man on the opposite side didn't change his clothes, his coat was wrinkled by him, he was holding a mocking smile, and the cigarette between his fingers was burning to the end, there will always be a day when it will end, why do you have to work hard struggle?

"I want to die, will you accompany me?"

The author has something to say: Shao Kou: What's wrong with you?

Bian Mu: I'm bothering you.

Shao Kou: Where did you get recruited again?

Bian Mu: Don't ask me, ask yourself what you did.

Shao Kou thought carefully: I can’t remember.

Bian Mu pulled his lips: Oh, yes, you don't feel anything, but it still bothers me. I don't understand why.

Shao Kou: Then you forget it, can’t you, don’t bother me.

Bianmu: It's like driving late at night, I can't control it.

Shao Kou: I'll turn on a big lamp for you, and then I'll fry sausages for you to eat, or I'll do a hip-hop dance for you impromptu, or I'll sacrifice my appearance and become a masseur for you...

Anyway, I know so many, there is always one that can make you forget your depression, even if you can’t, then I can learn how to make you happy.