Siheyuan: My anger system is too good at playing

Jiang Weidong just lowered his head and ate his own food. It is not an exaggeration to describe the scene as wind and clouds.

The rhythm of babbling is similar to that of reciting couplets.

Shanglian: A mouthful of catfish.

The second line: a bite of eggplant.

Hengpi: The soup is really delicious.

Yan Bugui was left hanging in the air, unable to get up or down, feeling very uncomfortable.

He remembered that Jiang Weidong didn't have this personality either.

If it had been put in the past, let alone a couple of bites, even if the whole pot was taken away, he would not dare to say no.

It's really like what they said, when did this child start to develop his mind?
Hearing Jiang Weidong's chewing sound, Yan Bugui couldn't hold back anymore.

After laying the groundwork, the official walk began.

"Weidong, if you say that your child has a bad life, you will lose your parents at such a young age."

"Although there are two rooms in our courtyard, they are back-covered rooms. Besides, do you look at this room, does it look like a family passing by?"

"I reckon that when a mouse comes, it will have to leave with tears in its eyes."

"It's not easy to work in the rolling mill. Besides going to work, I have to wash and rinse myself, and I have to cook at night..."

"Third Master, let me interrupt you."

Jiang Weidong cut him off, "You are at school, do you teach Allegro?"

"Teach...Teach Allegro?" Yan Bugui didn't understand what he meant, "I teach Chinese."

Jiang Weidong nodded, "Oh, then you rhyme quite well."

After saying this, he got up and poured himself another bowl of fragrant white rice.

It was nothing to interrupt him at first, but the act of serving another bowl of rice completely dispelled Yan Bugui's train of thought.

"Hey, you kid, you interrupted me, what did I say to me?"

"Speaking of cooking." Jiang Weidong's mouth was full of fish and rice, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

Forget it, stop staring at him.

The power of this catfish is simply too great. After playing for a long time, I forgot what I wanted to say.

Yan Bugui turned his eyes to other places, "I just want to say, you are alone, and you have to cook, it's really troublesome."

"Besides, you are still young, what will you do, even good things have to be ruined by you!"

"So, I discussed it with your third mother, or you can just come to our family to join the family in the future. When your parents were alive, our old neighbors had a good relationship. Now it is right to help him take care of the children. "

Good guy, this old thing, after talking about it for a long time, turned out to be waiting for me here.

On the surface, you sounded high-sounding, and it sounded like you were sincerely doing it for my own good.

In fact, it's just to pick up my little food, so that the house will be spacious and spacious.

If you really want to join your family, it is estimated that the sorghum rice will have to be distributed by grain.

I knew the sky would pick up on his little plan, but today it turned out to be on my head.

This is really not a big heart, not a big liver, but quite courageous.

If this had been left before, Jiang Weidong wouldn't have waited for him to finish speaking, and would have dragged him out a long time ago.

shameless.

But not now, because he has a system, and Yan Bugui, who is sitting across from him, is equivalent to being a customer.

Then the customer is God, how can he be involved in God.

Chatting with Yan Bugui for a while, not only can he blow his beard and stare with anger, but also gain a lot of anger points.

Killing two birds with one stone, why not do it?
Anyway, beating the child on a rainy day, he was idle too.

Sometimes it's quite interesting to see how he grieves for money.

So, he made an expression of "this matter can be considered", intending to rectify this stingy Yan.

"Third Master, you have a good idea. It can be seen that you and Third Mama love me."

"Then how much food expenses do I have to pay to your family a month?"

Yan Bugui blinked his calculating eyes, stretched out his index finger, and slightly bent, "Nine yuan."

Originally, he had negotiated with his wife at home that it would be [-] yuan, but just now when he saw Jiang Weidong gobbled up his meal and filled one bowl of rice with the other, he immediately decided to settle for the price.

Good guy, this kid eats fine grains so uncontrollably, if this is replaced with coarse grains, then he would have to fill two more bowls.

Therefore, eight yuan is too little.

You have to push one more piece up.

He thought it over, asking for one more piece is worth one piece, if it really doesn't work, let's find another way to go down.

Anyway, it's easy to fall, but it's not easy to rise.

There is nothing wrong with driving high and walking low.

Jiang Weidong looked at the "nine" he was gesturing, and snorted coldly in his heart.

My salary is only 15 yuan and [-] cents a month.

Wotou porridge in the morning, work canteen at noon, and a serious meal at your house in the evening, you are going to take away nearly 60.00% of my salary?
It's really shameless!
This chatterer is not afraid of the wind flashing his tongue.

He understood now, no wonder the life of the original owner was so miserable.

These big weirdos take turns to come to the pit, it's no wonder if they can live well!

Just as Jiang Weidong was about to speak, Yan Bugui suddenly remembered something, and said first, "Oh, by the way, besides the nine yuan, food stamps, oil stamps, and meat stamps must also be handed over to me. Come here..."

After finishing speaking, he still blinked his small eyes and laughed at Jiang Weidong.

Jiang Weidong wasn't angry either. After eating and drinking enough, he put down the bowls and chopsticks, and then pointed to a place and asked him, "Third Master, what do you think is that?"

Yan Bugui glanced back, not understanding what he meant, and stammered, "The door... the door."

"Come on, then you go slowly, don't send it off!"

After that, Jiang Weidong started to get up to clean up the dishes and stopped talking to him.

Yan Bugui was dumbfounded. Does this kid think nine dollars is too much?
He gently pushed down his glasses, and he couldn't help but secretly regret it.

So, Yan Bugui changed his crooked finger into a "pistol" and changed his words, "Weidong, I also know that you don't earn much, otherwise, for the sake of your parents, the third uncle will give it to you." How about reducing one yuan and charging you eight yuan?"

This Yan Laoxi actually did something that had no structure and could not be put on the table.

Jiang Weidong still lowered his head to wash the dishes, turning a deaf ear to his words.

"Seven yuan, seven yuan is the head office, right?"

Yan Bugui added another finger, which was pinched together with the "pistol".

When he was at home, he was doing his wishful thinking well. He never thought that Jiang Weidong would become so difficult to deal with.

I thought the kid would agree with nine yuan, but eight yuan is fine if he really can't.

Good guy, after this trick, he can earn him two yuan a month, which is not bad.

Still, it doesn't hurt to think about it.

Where there are policies above, there are countermeasures below.

After this kid agrees to join the gang, immediately set a rule for him to limit the amount of meals.

There is no way, this amount of money cannot be managed.

Just a boy, a stinky worker in a steel rolling mill, isn't it just like playing tricks on him?