Confessions of a Thief

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"Is it delicious?" Lin Qi sat at the end of the old round wooden table, watching Zhuang Ze eating buns expressionlessly, only his dotted eyes showed his mood at the moment.

Without getting a reply from the other party, Lin Qi just smiled and continued, "I called the uncle who sells buns today, and he gave me the recipe."

It stands to reason that this unique skill for making a living should not be passed on to the outside world, but Lin Ai insisted on getting the recipe.

Then there was another silence, Zhuang Ze ate all the three big buns on the table.Just at this time, the train passed by again, and there was a sound, accompanied by the rich smell of meat rolling down his heart, Zhuang Ze suddenly raised his head to look at Lin Ai, and for the first time, he really saw the person sitting opposite him. The appearance of a person came into his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, as if he wanted to speak.

Lin Qi couldn't explain how he felt, but when he was filled with those impeccable eyes, he couldn't move. Except for looking back at the other person, there was nothing left but anticipation, anticipation of the tenderness in those slightly parted lips. What can I say.

"Gu———" The little black sparrow who had gone out returned home, breaking the stalemate between the two of them. Lin Qi looked away, cleared his throat, and asked again: "Is it delicious?"

As if the cave that had been empty for a long time was blown by the wind, the soft voice that was deliberately lowered reverberated into the bottom of the cave, and a light flashed in Zhuang Ze's eyes, and then he didn't know what force was pulling him from there. He glanced out in the darkness of the day.So, hearing the hoarse voice, Lin Qi said timidly, "Okay... eat... ok, eat."

Boom!snap.Lin Qi stood up excitedly, accidentally bumped into the table, threw the bowl to the ground and broke it.

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"Hey! Xiao Lin, why did you open the door so late today? You still have a bowl of meat noodles!" The old man who picked up the garbage came to Lin Qi's noodle restaurant to have breakfast as usual. As soon as he sat down, the people around him immediately changed their seats. , holding his nose in disgust and glanced at the old man's tattered and dirty clothes.

The old man didn't care, he counted out the change he had prepared and put it on the table, then took out a wrinkled handkerchief and wiped his hands, the old man was doing it seriously, the light was blocked by someone, He looked up subconsciously, and then opened his eyes wide in shock. Baba watched Zhuang Ze sit down beside him, and obediently waited for Lin Qi to bring him two buns and a glass of milk.

Others were also surprised when they saw it: "I said, Boss Lin, when did your shop start selling steamed buns? Give me two too, I'm tired of this noodle!"

Lin Qi put the plate away, watched Zhuang Ze obediently start eating breakfast, then pressed his head, turned to the others and said, "Didn't I already say that we only sell vermicelli."

"Then what does he eat? You are in business, you can't be so dishonest!"

Lin Qipi smiled, seeing Xiaojuzi still eating the steamed stuffed bun without listening to it, he pressed his head again, and said: "If you don't sell it, you don't sell it. This steamed stuffed bun is for coaxing my children, you don't have to eat it."

"Cut—" After hearing this, everyone thought that Zhuang Ze was Lin Ai's younger brother, so they laughed and booed, and stopped talking, they couldn't compare the truth just because of the buns.

But the old man who picked up the garbage didn't move his chopsticks for a long time. He frowned slightly and looked at Lin Qi, but Lin Qi didn't care. He just asked Zhuang Ze in a soft and low voice: "Is it delicious?"

Zhuang Ze chewed for a while, his voice was very small but clear, like the first spring rain falling on the buds: "It's delicious."

Then a warm smile without the slightest bit of sarcasm appeared on Lin Ai's chiseled face.

"Hey." The old man let go of his frown, smiled and sighed, and picked up the powder in his bowl.

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