Greenery Ace No. 9

Chapter 324
Wang Dali's mind was spinning quickly. He put the things on the ground and smiled relaxedly: "After we went there, we asked, and the owner of the small store said that the toiletries were sold out, and the store was temporarily out of stock. It’s not good, you can’t come empty-handed. At that time, we saw that there was a special promotion in the store, and these things were cheaper. We thought to ourselves, since we’re here anyway, let’s just buy something. , bought all these things back.”

Zheng Bin dodged, taking advantage of Zhou Zheng's inattention, and hid the toiletries he bought just now in the pile of firewood.

Zhou Zheng is not a fool, he immediately understood that the two of them must have bought these things specially, and he immediately rushed out of the kitchen with a sullen face: "What do you mean by this? I'm afraid I, Zhou Zheng, can't care about you Is it a meal? Come to me and bring rice! Who are you looking down on? Who are you shabby?"

Wang Dali and Zheng Bin had already expected Zhou Zheng's reaction, they kept their faces and did not confront Zhou Zheng head-on.

Zheng Bin acted as if he hadn't heard Zhou Zheng's words. He put down his things, walked to the water pipe, washed his hands in cold water, wiped his face, and turned off the water pipe. Take what Zhou Zheng said just now.

Wang Dali did it even better. After putting down his things, instead of answering Zhou Zheng's question, he rushed directly into the kitchen: "Is the meal ready? My stomach is growling with hunger. The whole person becomes a piece!"

Seeing that the two of them didn't agree with him at all, Zhou Zheng was so angry that he kicked the white wine on the ground: "Don't bother talking about him, you two boys, give me a reasonable explanation? You take these things What do you want to do?"

Seeing that Zhou Zheng was really angry, Zheng Bin suddenly felt that this matter was a bit difficult to handle. According to Zhou Zheng's temper, he would definitely not accept these things even if he died. Like a word.

Wang Dali's reaction was very calm. He went into the kitchen and looked around, and then came out. Seeing that Zhou Zheng was very angry, he immediately came over with a smile and patted Zhou Zheng's shoulder: "Brother Zhou, what's the matter? What made you feel angry?" So angry? Tell me, and I will bring you justice and deal with those bad guys."

Zhou Zheng stared at him sideways, and his breathing began to gradually become unsteady: "Don't talk nonsense with me, just treat me as Zhou Zheng's friend, you two quickly take these things away from me, where did you get them, and where do you send them back, don't let me See you a second time."

Zheng Bin sweated in his heart immediately, thinking that seeing this posture, this thing must be returned in the end, it seems that his idea just now is still a bit wrong, taking so many things will definitely hurt Zhou Zheng's self-esteem.

Zhou Zheng stared at the two of them furiously.

Zheng Bin quickly avoided Zhou Zheng's gaze, strolled aside, thinking about what to do about this matter.

At this time, Wang Dali was unexpectedly calm. He walked to Zhou Zheng's side with ease, first showing a look of being at a loss, then looking at the things on the ground, and then showing a look of sudden realization.

He patted Zhou Zheng on the shoulder, and asked suspiciously: "Why did you send these things back? We bought them with great difficulty and brought them back. Wouldn't it be tiring to send them back again?"

"Then I don't care. Anyway, I don't want these things. You take them away immediately, and don't let me see them again."

There was no room for negotiation in Zhou Zheng's words.

Wang Dali pretended to be surprised: "Here? What good things are you thinking of!"

As soon as Wang Dali said this, Zhou Zheng and Zheng Bin were all taken aback, and their gazes focused on Wang Dali in unison.

Wang Dali straightened his collar, took a step back, and looked at Zhou Zheng with strange eyes: "We bought these things and put them with you temporarily, and we will take them back when we go back. We also want our family to taste them. Taste local famous products, so as not to go home empty-handed and be blamed by family members."

Zhou Zheng's face started to turn red: "Is that so?"

Standing aside, Zheng Bin stared at Wang Dali with wide eyes, unable to say a word, but he already admired Wang Dali's admiration in his heart.

Wang Dali took a bench from a corner and placed it squarely in the middle of the yard. After sitting down, he raised his head and said disdainfully: "What do you think? Do you think these things are bought for you? We ran all the way to When you come to your house, you don't even have a sip of hot water, and you go shopping for you, what good thing do you think?"

Zheng Bin was about to applaud Wang Dali's superb acting skills.

Zhou Zheng was intimidated by Wang Dali's performance, he scratched his head, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground: "Tsk... I didn't think of anything good... I just bought it for me! We all Good friend, please don't use that fake trick, or everyone will lose face."

Wang Dali took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was about to light it when he suddenly remembered that Zhou Zheng's father might come back anytime, so he put the cigarettes back into his pocket.

"That's not right, the relationship between us doesn't need those false tricks. We are here today to eat and drink your food. If the food is not good, our brothers will fight with you endlessly. Anyway, how do you entertain us? You can decide for yourself, as for whether you are satisfied or not, that is up to the two of us—brother Zheng, am I right?"

After speaking, Wang Dali did not forget to bring Zheng Bin in.

In fact, the last sentence that brought Zheng Bin in, Wang Dali also had his own deep considerations. The reason why he was so blinded by Zhou Zheng was out of helplessness. He had experienced Zhou Zheng's stubborn temper, so if Zhou Zheng really went crazy , he was also afraid, in order to appease Zhou Zheng's temper, he could only make up a lie to stabilize Zhou Zheng, as for whether to take these things when he returned to the county, only he and Zheng Bin had the final say.

By pulling Zheng Bin into his lie, Wang Dali wanted to find an ally to disperse Zhou Zheng's firepower when the lie was exposed, so that he would not be the only target of Zhou Zheng's attack.

Zheng Bin naturally knew what Wang Dali had in mind, but at this point, he could only follow Wang Dali's routine: "Yes... yes, that's the case, the relationship between the three of us doesn't need to be With so many courtesies, we certainly won’t be polite when we come to you.”

Zhou Zheng covered his head with both hands, and used his arms to cover the shame on his face: "It seems that I think too much, and you are all to blame. When you enter the door, you take so many things, everyone will misunderstand, okay?"

Wang Dali sat on the small bench, with a calm and composed look: "I admit that I am passionate, so much nonsense, if I drive a Lamborghini today, will you still hold it?"

Zhou Zheng coughed twice to hide his embarrassment: "Cough...then what, the water is about to boil, I'm going to cook chicken for you!"

"Be quick, we're all hungry."

Wang Dali roared confidently.

Zheng Bin was so teased that he couldn't bear it anymore, he quickly turned around and started laughing at the wall.

Like a child who has done something wrong, Zhou Zheng bouncing into the kitchen nodding and bowing: "Don't worry, the little rooster that has been raised for a year is easy to stew, and it will be soft when boiled."

After Zhou Zheng ran into the kitchen, Wang Dali made a face at Zheng Bin.

Zheng Bin smiled wryly, and gave Wang Dali a thumbs up.

After the water boiled in the firewood pot, Zhou Zheng poured various seasonings into the pot, then slowly poured all the washed chicken pieces into the pot, stirred it with a spoon, and then covered the pot. The fire started to simmer.

After Zheng Bin exchanged glances with Wang Dali outside, he calmed down a little. He walked into the kitchen, stood behind Zhou Zheng, and watched him busy with work.

"Isn't there an electric pot there? Why do you still use a wood pot to stew chicken? Isn't it very troublesome?"

Zheng Bin found that there was an electric cooker on the cabinet, so he asked Zhou Zheng a little puzzled.

Zhou Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist, added firewood, and said without turning his head: "You don't understand, the taste of the food stewed in the electric pot and the firewood pot are very different. With the same ingredients and the same seasoning, the dishes cooked in a wood-fired pot are more delicious than those made in an electric pot.”

Zheng Bin squatted on the ground, picked up some firewood from the ground, and imitated Zhou Zheng's manner and put them into the stove: "It seems that there is such a saying. I saw those electric cooker advertisements, and they all said that the rice made by their electric cookers It’s as delicious as chai pot rice, but I haven’t eaten chai pot rice since I was a child, so I have no idea.”

Zhou Zheng looked back at him, and said with some regret: "You won't be able to eat rice in a firewood pot today, because this one and only firewood pot has been used to stew chicken, and rice can only be steamed in an electric pot."

Zheng Bin quickly smiled and said: "It's okay, I will come back with you during the holidays, and it will not be too late to eat."

"Brother Bin, you've changed. You never spoke like this before. Why are you suddenly so thick-skinned now? You haven't finished your first meal yet, and you've already booked your future appointments. See In the summer vacation, I have to go out to find a job, otherwise I will not be able to survive this day."

Zhou Zheng's acting skills are overwhelming, and he joked.

Zheng Bin smiled from the bottom of his heart, but did not speak.

Wang Dali was sitting in the yard like an old man, when he heard two people talking and laughing in the kitchen, he immediately turned his head and said with a straight face: "You two don't laugh, hurry up and cook, my uncle hurry up!" When you come back from get off work, people have been working all day, and you can’t eat a ready-made meal after work, what does that sound like?"

Zhou Zheng poked his head out from the kitchen, his eyes narrowed: "Don't pretend to be thinking about my dad, okay? Just say it when you're hungry, why are you pretending to be so noble?"

Wang Dali picked up a small stone on the ground, and threw it at Zhou Zheng without hesitation: "You are getting bolder and bolder, you think I won't dare to punish you when I'm in your house!"

Zhou Zheng quickly avoided the stone attack and hid in the kitchen.

"Brother Bin, are you hungry? If you're hungry, I'll find you some snacks first."

Zhou Zheng asked Zheng Bin while adding firewood to the stove.

(End of this chapter)