Fast through the cannon fodder of the mission to counterattack

Chapter 1174 Life 7
Wu Boyang washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Looking at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock.

The veins on the forehead are twitching, and you still need to buy vegetables for lunch?

He threw the rag on the table, lit a cigarette, and smoked sadly.

After finishing one cigarette, he went out to buy groceries.

When I arrived at the vegetable market, I didn't know what to buy.

Call Meng Li to ask what kind of food to eat.

Meng Li was working in disgrace, when he answered the phone, he didn't deliberately make things difficult for him, and said:
"Just the dishes I usually buy, by the way, I'll be done in about two hours, and I'll be home in 15 minutes after I'm done."

Wu Boyang: "..."

He felt that time was not enough, he bought the vegetables in a panic, without even asking the price, and returned home with heavy vegetables.

After washing the vegetables and cooking, Wu Boyang felt that the time had not passed, but the dishes were only half done, and Meng Li came back with his people.

Everyone sat in rows together, waiting for dinner.

Meng Li walked into the kitchen as freely and freely as Wu Boyang usually did, and asked as a matter of course:
"The food is not ready yet, everyone is hungry after work."

Wu Boyang felt that these words were inexplicably familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it. He was so busy that there were vegetables in both pots, so he said to Meng Li:

"Help me turn over the pot next to me."

Meng Li's half-smile was not a smile:

"too busy?"

Wu Boyang nodded without thinking, and then felt a little regretful. Isn't this a joke?

Meng Li's expression was calm, and he picked up the spatula to help Wu Boyang turn over the dishes. Wu Boyang felt a little grateful, especially in such a busy situation, it's really good that someone is willing to lend a helping hand.

Although it's not a big deal.

Finally, when several people were starving, Wu Boyang's food finally arrived.

After not cooking for a long time, Wu Boyang's cooking skills have declined, but the taste is not bad.

Much better than the morning noodles.

After everyone ate and drank enough, Meng Li moved his body and exercised his muscles and bones. Wu Boyang asked Meng Li:

"Can it work? If I go in the afternoon, you can cook at home."

Meng Li turned his arms and squinted at Wu Boyang. He was obviously not as tall as Wu Boyang, but somehow he gave Wu Boyang a condescending feeling.

She said:
"You admit defeat?"

Wu Boyang retorted:

"Am I not understanding you? I think you are tired."

Meng Li shook his head, and when he moved his hands, he put his hands on Wu Boyang's shoulders, and said earnestly:

"I'm not tired, I hope you don't cry tired either."

Wu Boyang: "..."

Who will cry tired?

He is not the kind of person who only knows to complain all day, okay?

After eating, Meng Li took people out again.

Wu Boyang packed the bowls and saw that the time was almost three o'clock. He couldn't help wondering if the time had been stolen?
How can it pass so fast.

Remembering that before his wife left, she told him that the living room needed to be cleaned and that the clothes had to be put away for washing. He glanced at the living room, because there were many people coming to eat, and they didn't change their shoes. I accidentally dropped it on the ground.

Food is also accidentally dropped on the ground.

Resigned to his fate, he found a mop and mopped the floor. While mopping the floor, he was thinking, why not mop the floor, and mop it together after dinner?

But this kind of thought is only fleeting, he dare not.

He knew that as long as he did this, his wife would scold him when she came back.

While mopping the floor, his cell phone rang, and Xia Rong sent him a message, asking if he could help pick up the children from the elementary school in the town after four o'clock.

Said that he was helping the boss's client deliver things, but he couldn't go.

Just ask him to pick up and leave the child at the canteen next to the school.

Wu Boyang thought about it, and wanted to say that he didn't have time.

He hasn't bought the food for the evening yet. He said he bought it together in the morning, but just thinking about the food for lunch is too much, and he can't figure out what to eat for the evening.

Before returning to Xia Rong, Xia Rong sent a pitiful expression.

Ask Wu Boyang if he is working in a place far away, so let it be inconvenient.

Said that only the poor child stayed in the class for a while longer.

Wu Boyang felt that he couldn't bear it again. When children saw other children leaving in class, they would panic if he was the only one.

I can only say that I am free.

He went to pick up Xia Rong's son. The teacher felt that Wu Boyang looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it. She lived in the city and worked in the town, so she didn't know the people in the town very well.

Wu Boyang took Xia Rong's son's little soft hand, seeing the child's clean and tidy clothes, a gleam of happiness flashed across his heart.

Xia Rong has a hard life, but she can still live her life as brightly as possible.

The child called Uncle Wu Boyang politely and politely. It was clear and bright, which moved Wu Boyang a little. He asked the child what he liked to eat, and he bought it for him. The child shook his head firmly and said:
"Mom doesn't allow me to accept gifts from others at will. If it's a stranger, my mother tells me to ignore it, but I know uncle!"

The voice is loud and childish.

It made Wu Boyang a little laugh, he said to the child:
"I'm not someone else, nor a stranger. Your mother asked me to pick you up because I'm friends with her, you know?"

The child nodded in understanding.

Wu Boyang also said:
"So it's okay to have something to eat."

After all, the child was just a child, he was a little hesitant, Wu Boyang bought food for him, the child hesitated for a while and then ate.

This delay was another half an hour.

When Wu Boyang came back to wash his clothes and tidy up briefly, it was almost five o'clock.

Then go shopping for vegetables, it's not easy to repeat the same as noon, there is no leftovers at noon, and when he finishes shopping, it will be almost six o'clock.

Meng Li brought someone back around seven o'clock, and as she expected, Wu Boyang still didn't prepare the meals.

We can only wait...

Wu Boyang asked Meng Li:

"Can you pick a dish for me?"

Meng Li: "I'm tired."

It was hard for Wu Boyang to say anything.

Anyway, it was already evening, and I had nothing to do, so I had plenty of time to wait for Wu Boyang to do things slowly.

Meng Li was still on the sidelines making up the knife:

"Has the store been cleaned?"

Wu Boyang: "???"

Seeing the doubts on Wu Boyang's face, Meng Li said with an indescribable expression:
"You don't think the shop is always so clean and tidy, do you?"

Wu Boyang: "..."

Is it all the wife cleaning?
He sometimes stays in the store even when he doesn't go out, why didn't he notice?
Isn't that always the case in the store anyway?

Meng Li didn't want to say anything anymore, one person could selectively ignore what the other was doing.

For example, although the client sometimes nagged and helped the store clean, Wu Boyang probably only heard the client nagging and did not see her working.

Really intoxicating.

"I also clean and organize the store every day."

Meng Li said solemnly.

Wu Boyang's expression was a bit skeptical, but he also said:

"Okay, but I'm not free today, I'll go tomorrow."

Meng Li said briskly:

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)