What's wrong with living for tens of thousands of years and eating soft food?

In the large flat floor.

"Dangdangdangdang..."

Chef Wang held a kitchen knife and cut the carrots on the cutting board with superb knife skills.

Qing's mother opened the kitchen door, walked in and said with a smile: "Xiaowei, I'll do it."

"No, you can go back and rest. I'll be ready in a moment." After Wang Wei finished speaking, he glanced back at Qing's mother.

Just this look caused Wang Wei to have nightmares on and off for seven days in the next half month!

Qing’s mother is in her late fifties and her skin is severely sagging.

At this time, she was wearing a low-cut suspender belt and a pair of shorts on her lower body, which just covered her buttocks.

The skin has no elasticity at all. The folds look like old tree bark!

Wang Wei withdrew his gaze and continued cutting carrots without any distractions.

"Dangdangdang..."

"You have good knife skills. You usually cook at home, right?"

"Ah... I don't think the food outside is clean. I cook it myself when I have time."

"Won't your wife cook for you?"

"I don't have a wife." Wang Wei felt a little annoyed. This bitch talks too much!

"Can't you? How can you be so handsome without a wife?" Qing's mother asked curiously: "Are you widowed or divorced?"

"I'm never married,"

Qing's mother looked surprised: "Have you never been married in your life? Is it true?"

"real."

"Oh my god! Then you have to rush!"

Wang Wei: "..."

Why do you always rush?

I have never been married, but I am not idle either!

If you don’t believe me, you can go to Wangjiang and ask around. The old prince from Wangjiang nightclub is here!

"A man can't live his whole life without finding a woman. Otherwise, he won't even have anyone to take care of him when he gets old." Qing's mother said, and started to work around beside Wang Wei, and then said: "Actually, we Our fates are similar, and I have never been married in my life."

"Ok?"

"When Xueqing's father and I were together, we got pregnant without getting a certificate. Then his father ran away, that bastard! He ignored us and our mother for so many years, and didn't even show his face. He must die in peace. thing!"

"Um……"

"Brother, I think you are not very old. Are you forty this year?"

"43."

"Oops!" Qing's mother moved sideways to Wang Wei and said in surprise: "I'm 46, just three years older than you, and I'm a junior girl holding a gold brick!"

"Um……"

……

After dinner.

in the corridor.

Wang Wei smoked a cigarette and said with a depressed expression: "Brother, I have to leave. If I don't leave, both of us will have to go with her mother..."

"No, stay for two more days, and I'll leave with you after two days." Fang Jun lowered his head, his expression uncertain.

The appearance of Qing's mother calmed him down a lot.

It's okay to lose some money, but Fang Jun's intuition tells him that if he gets involved with these two girls, he will definitely have a lot of trouble waiting for him to deal with in the future.

Wang Wei thought for a long time and slowly said: "Brother, it's only been two months, there is still a chance to save it..."

Fang Jun sighed: "Oh! Let's talk about it..."

……

Looking at the river.

In a poorly decorated noodle shop near the company.

Zhang Xiaoan takes one bite of noodles and one bite of garlic, and it tastes delicious!

"TuluTulu...ha~"

Zhang Xiaoan's face turned red from the bowl of spicy noodles and he was covered in sweat.

The spicy noodles covered with a layer of red oil are simply delicious!

Zhang Xiaoan raised his head and looked at Zhang Qingyang opposite: "Why don't you eat?"

Zhang Qingyang stirred the spicy oil in the bowl with a single chopstick, then picked out a piece of green vegetables and asked, "You're a big marketing manager, so why don't you take me to eat this?"

"What's wrong? I can't eat you enough, but I can still eat you to death?"

"I have lived for so many years, and I have never had three meals a day for less than 100 yuan. The last time I had to eat was two dishes and one soup. What you are eating is simply unpalatable." Zhang Qingyang threw away his chopsticks. , hugged his shoulders with his hands, indicating that he had no appetite.

Zhang Xiaoan asked shamelessly: "Are you not satisfied with the food? Why don't you treat me?"

"Okay, let's go! I won't miss you a meal."

……

after an hour.

In a high-end stir-fry restaurant.

Zhang Xiaoan's mouth was full of oil after eating. He lay on the chair and picked his teeth with a toothpick. He patted his stomach with satisfaction with his left hand.

There were two meat and two vegetables on the table, four dishes and one soup, and they were all eaten.

A simple lunch costs 230 yuan!

A meal that costs more than 200 yuan is affordable for most families, but if a lunch alone costs more than 200 yuan, it is not something that ordinary families can afford.

And Zhang Qingyang's life is like this.

Three meals a day, even if he eats just one bite, he would have to spend between one hundred and two hundred for each meal.

If you raise the bar a bit, one meal can basically cost an average family a month of living expenses.

If it were to go up a notch, opening a few bottles of wine would cost a family a year's income.

This is the simple and unpretentious life of the rich second generation!

"Thank you, Brother Yang, for treating me to such a delicious meal on the first day of work. It cost you a lot of money." Zhang Xiaoan said in a false politeness.

"Ha! Is this considered a good meal? I can only say that this meal is too ordinary!" Zhang Qingyang curled his lips, not taking this meal seriously at all.

"Okay, now that you've eaten and drank enough, go and pay the bill."

Zhang Qingyang got up and went to check out with his mobile phone.

Come to the front desk.

Zhang Qingyang burped and asked, "Are you going to sweep me or shall I sweep you?"

"Let me scan you, sir."

"Okay." Zhang Qingyang showed the QR code.

The cashier girl took the machine and scanned it.

After a "di" sound.

Zhang Qingyang saw on his mobile phone that his bank card had been frozen and the payment had failed...

"What the hell?" Zhang Qingyang muttered in confusion and changed the card: "You try scanning again."

"Drip~"

"Fuck?"

"Drip drip drip..."

"Fuck!!!"

After scanning seven or eight cards in a row, all of which were frozen, Zhang Qingyang shouted out.

"Wait a moment, little sister, I'll make a call."

Zhang Qingyang first called Zhang's mother, but no one answered after it rang for dozens of seconds.

Then he called Zhang Youzhi again.

"Dudu...Hello, the user you dialed is busy, please call again later, sorry..."

When Zhang Qingyang heard the phone call being hung up, his heart went cold.

He thought of Zhang Youzhi's cold attitude towards him that morning and felt extremely flustered.

Could it be that... I have fallen out of favor?

"Wait a minute. I definitely can't send you any money. I'll transfer it to you right away."

"Okay sir." The cashier girl smiled and said nothing.

Zhang Qingyang returned to the dining table, his eyes full of confusion.

How to do?

He was probably relegated to the cold palace, and now he couldn't withdraw even a dime from his bank card.

If I had known earlier, I would have put some money into WeChat, damn it!

...Look for someone to borrow some money?

Forget it... 200 yuan is really too much to talk about...

I definitely won’t be able to leave today without paying the bill.

How can this be done?

Zhang Qingyang's head was almost spinning, and then he suddenly had an idea and looked up at Zhang Xiao'an who was smiling.

How about... borrow some from him?