I'll hit you again

After hearing his name, Qiao Yuzhe pointed at him in disbelief and asked, "You belong to the Nine Thousand Group..."

Jiuqiange blinked innocently and said, "I just happen to have the surname Jiu, so I opened a small company at home, so don't think too much about it."

Qiao Yuzhe was dubious, scanned the room with his eyes, and said, "It's pretty good if you can afford to run a company. But since your family can afford to run a company, why would you let you live here? The conditions here are not good. "

That's because I wouldn't even annoy my dad and got kicked out!Why should I be swollen to answer such a shameful thing?Jiuqiange replied solemnly: "In order for my son to inherit his father's career, my father asked me to visit in private to observe the people's sentiments!"

Jiuqiange heard the merciless contempt of the little angel in his heart: Do you dare to be more hypocritical!

Qiao Yuzhe: "..."

Gululu - there was an indecent growl from my stomach.

Qiao Yuzhe looked at him amusedly for a while, and said, "Haven't you eaten yet? I don't think you'll be able to tidy up the kitchen for a while, why don't you go to my house to have some food first? I'll tidy up for you later."

Jiuqiange felt very sorry: "This...isn't very good, I'll just go out and eat later."

"You are wounded now, don't eat outside things; I can handle a meal, as long as you don't think I'm poor, let's go."

Jiuqiange couldn't refuse anymore, so he followed him obediently.

Arriving at the opposite side, Qiao Yuzhe originally planned to let him rest on the sofa and go to work in the kitchen by himself, but suddenly thought of the horrible kitchen in his house, and said, "Would you like to come over and have a look? I will teach you two tricks."

Nine thousand square dead duck mouthed stiffly: "I can cook."

Qiao Yuzhe laughed, and said along with him: "I mean, since you're aware of the people's sentiments, why don't you know about our common people's food standards, so that you can write an actual investigation report when you go back?"

Jiuqiange nodded very self-righteously: "Then let me take a look."

Qiao Yuzhe turned around and laughed sullenly twice.

Jiuqiange stood beside him and asked, "What kind of food are you cooking?"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, fish-flavored shredded pork, scrambled eggs with tomato, stir-fried broccoli, and white fungus porridge, four dishes and one soup."

Jiuqiange was so hungry that he was drooling just listening to him talk, so he couldn't help but move forward.The chopped green onion jumped into the pot and made another "Zi" sound, and Jiuqiange stepped back five steps in a row with lingering fear, for fear of being scalded by the oil again.

"It's okay, as long as it doesn't touch the water, the oil won't explode." Qiao Yuzhe was amused by his frightened and serious look, and he skillfully stir-fried with both hands, and spread the knowledge to him by the way, "Besides, not all The fire can be extinguished with water, and the fire needs oxygen to burn, like the situation just now, cover the pot to cut off the oxygen, and the fire will naturally go down."

"Oh." Jiuqiange was very unassuming and felt that he was losing face, so he had to change the subject, "Well, Qiao Yuzhe, what do you do?"

"University teacher, teach Sanda."

Jiuqiange knelt down in an instant: "Sanda?! So handsome!"

Qiao Yuzhe smiled slightly: "Really? I think it's cool to run a company like yours and plan strategies. In comparison, I'm just an individual laborer."

Jiuqiange insisted: "I'm serious, Sanda is really cool. Which university do you teach in?"

"Yanying."

"Wow, that private aristocratic academy, the teaching salary there must be very high?"

"Fortunately, it's okay to support yourself." While talking, the tomato scrambled eggs were ready, and Qiao Yuzhe put them on a plate and handed them to him, "Come, help bring them to the dining table."

"okay."

Jiuqiange put down the dishes and looked up at his room. The sofa covers, pillows, tablecloths, and curtains were all sea blue, and there was a green plant standing in the corner. It was cleaned very cleanly and looked very simple. It was only on the hanger in the corner. A few white shirts hang casually.He went back to the kitchen and asked him again: "Do you live alone?"

"Yes, my family is in another city, and occasionally friends come here for gatherings. How about you? Do you live here long?"

"No, I'll be home in three months. How are your usual classes? Are you tired of teaching students Sanda?"

"It's not very tiring. I let them practice by themselves after demonstrating the basic movements. But learning Sanda, it is inevitable to have bumps and bumps. It is still necessary to have a small medicine box. It is also the same in daily life. In addition to preparing the medicine box, you also need to Understand some necessary common sense, for example, how to deal with scratches, how to reduce swelling and blood stasis, how to reduce inflammation and fever, and what medicine to use when there is a problem in the body, all of these must be known."

Jiuqiange was dizzy: "So complicated?"

Qiao Yuzhe smiled and said, "It's okay, as long as you pay attention to it, you can easily remember it. What major do you study?"

"Well, music. But I'm terrible at it, and I never listened to it in class."

"It's not necessarily a bad student who doesn't listen to the class well. Sometimes, talent can also be a factor that makes people lazy. I think you should be very good at music."

Jiuqiange's eyes sparkled brightly: "You really think so? Why do you think so?"

"Hmm... just intuition." Qiao Yuzhe said a little bit without confidence. In fact, half of it was a guess, and the other half was. He was just saying it so politely, hey!

Jiuqiange didn't notice his abnormality, and said in a twitch: "I just don't know theoretical knowledge, I can't memorize it all the time, and I don't want to memorize it. I basically hand in blank papers in the exam. But you have to give me a sheet of music. You can definitely recite it backwards after watching it twice!"

This surprised Qiao Yuzhe: "Really? That's really amazing! Then what musical instrument do you know?"

"I'm good at violin, harmonica and flute, oh, I can also play flute!"

Qiao Yuzhe's hand turning the dishes froze for a moment, with a complicated expression on his face, he thought: blowing flute or something... Cough, calm down.

Jiuqiange was very straightforward: "Now we are neighbors, you can just call me Qiange, or Gezi."

"okay."

The aroma of the pork ribs slowly overflowed, and the stomach growled again, Jiuqiange looked bitter and bitter, so embarrassed that he wanted to cut his belly!

Qiao Yuzhe couldn't help laughing, and raised his hand to take out a can of bear biscuits from the cupboard and gave it to him: "Let's use this pad first."

Jiuqiange grabbed the jar and fled to the living room. He resolutely grabbed a large handful of biscuits and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them loudly.

When all the dishes were served, Jiu Qiang gobbled it up, forgetting himself very much.Qiao Yuzhe served him food very politely, and said, "Don't eat in such a hurry, it's hard to digest." At the same time, he complained that the scene of migrant workers sucking up a big bowl of beef noodles in a small roadside restaurant before was nothing more than that.

"Hmm... so rough..." Jiu Qiang stuffed his mouth full of food and did not forget to write down the time to praise his craftsmanship.

Is he a hamster?

Seeing his extraordinary eating, Qiao Yuzhe smiled again.