smell you

Song Zeyou raised his head and drank a large glass of cold beer in one gulp.

Xu Dongmin said with heartache: "Okay, okay, brother, you have already drunk three bottles, and you will be drunk if you drink any more."

Song Zeyou ate the food expressionlessly, then quickly spit it out: "What kind of food is this, it's so unpalatable, call their chef—"

Xu Dongmin said anxiously: "You look drunk. Isn't it just a few words, it seems to stimulate you, you don't have it, do I have it? How many men have it, just wait and see, those girls must be old leftovers, In the future, you will see what she will marry."

"Will you be able to cook? These potatoes are shredded, one big and one small. If this is served in front of the emperor, he will be beheaded!" Song Zeyou staggered.

Xu Dongmin supported him, called the waiter and hurriedly paid the bill.

"Let you drink so much, watch less weird TV dramas."

Xu Dongmin hired a taxi to take someone drunk home.

Song Zeyou's parents are very busy, it's time for dinner, and there are no empty seats in the restaurant.

"Why did he drink so much, Xiao Xu has to ask you to take him back to his room."

Xu Dongmin is their son's friend, he often comes to play, and they get to know each other well, like a family, Song Zeyou's parents are never polite.

"You guys get busy." Xu Dongmin helped Song Zeyou, who was so drunk that he was unconscious, back to his room.

After turning on the air conditioner and settling down, Xu Dongmin suddenly smiled evilly when he saw the cell phone next to the pillow.

Turn on the phone and call the contact number on the job advertisement.

"Hey, do you still hire chefs here?"

"Yes,...what's your last name?"

Xu Dongmin felt that the person who answered the phone had changed. This person's voice was much lower and impatient.

"My surname is Song—" Xu Dongmin changed his surname shamelessly.

"Song? Song Jiang's Song?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Are you a native of Xinshi?"

"of course."

"... Where did you see the job advertisement?"

Xu Dongmin only thought about one thing: Is the Song surname better than the Xu surname?

"At the junction of Springfield Lane and Platinum Road."

There seemed to be a moment of silence, and suddenly said: "Your voice—"

Xu Dongmin was startled, no way, there must be a lot of people on the phone, and the other party could recognize his voice, but he only spoke a few sentences at that time.

"what?"

"...you know how to cook?"

Xu Dongmin felt that the other party had hit the point again.

"Yes, yes, I often burn at home." He said guilty.

"Okay, come to Shanghai Garden for an interview tomorrow morning."

Only then did Xu Dongmin come to his senses, he got the chance for an interview...just because his surname is Song? !

"Is there still an interview?"

"Of course, it's just cooking a dish on the spot. As long as I think it's good, I'll pass it."

Xu Dongmin took a deep breath: "Boss, actually my surname is not Song—"

Beep beep...the other party has hung up the phone.

Xu Dongmin almost ran away, he wanted to scold the street.

This boss doesn't match the surname Xu, or is the surname Song the original person to hire?

Ahhh, if there is an additional item in the recruitment advertisement, hiring a chef with the surname Song, it is simply a name-calling.

Xu Dongmin looked at Song Zeyou who was drunk on the bed.

Surnamed Song, with good facial features, height of 1.7 meters five, weight of about [-] catties, age of [-] years, college education... completely in line.

Xu Dongmin thought silently, co-authoring this ad is tailor-made for Xiao Song.

He bit his lip, and when he got home, he called his parents' phone numbers one by one, trying to change their surnames.

……

When Song Zeyou woke up, he had a splitting headache. He was woken up by the phone call.

He got drunk once when he was in college, it was too bad, and he never got drunk again.

Drunk, the mood is even worse.

He looked at the phone, it was Xu Dongmin again.

"What are you doing..." Song Zeyou's voice was hoarse and his throat was so sore.

"Hey, if I hadn't sent you home yesterday, you would still be lying on the curb."

Song Zeyou was lying down, with one hand on his forehead, his eyes closed tightly, and the phone was placed by his ear, "...Oh, I can't remember."

"You still remember the job advertisement yesterday?"

Song Zeyou's nerves throbbed.

"I told you that this must be a trick, so don't mess around."

Xu Dongmin pretended to be a mysterious voice: "After returning home, I called my parents and neighbors with different voices. So far, it has been proved that the surnames Xu, Zhang, and Wednesday are all PASS."

"You are full."

"but--"

Song Zeyou was shocked by the strong turning point, he was crazy.

"Do you know? My surname is Song, and he asked me to go for an interview tomorrow. Well, you passed—"

Song Zeyou opened his eyes: "..."

Xu Dongmin's surprised voice came again: "After a long time, it turns out that he likes Song, who is 1.7 meters tall, weighs 65 kilograms, and is a college student under the age of 25. Do you think it's a coincidence?!"

Song Zeyou scolded: "Crazy, then you go to the interview, they hire a chef, why do you join in the fun as a designer?! Take medicine if you are sick."

"I doubt he really wants to hire a chef, the baby is curious."

"roll."

Song Zeyou hung up the phone resolutely. Apart from being irritable, there was also an unspeakable worry in his heart.

Anxiety, restlessness, even panic, if he doesn't do something, he always feels that he will be forced into a dead end by some force.

In his life, apart from cooking a plate of braised pork ribs for himself, the only time he cooked for a stranger was for that fat man.

How delicious can a bowl of porridge cooked casually be?

Just because he denied that he could cook at the time, that fat man tried every means to test him?

Has that fat man never eaten porridge in eight lifetimes?

No matter what other people say, do, or use any means, he will never violate his oath anyway.

He didn't know why he thought of going here, maybe all of this was just his own speculation, or even self-indulgence, but... this feeling is really uncomfortable.

With power and power, you can tease others at will?

When delivering food, it was intimidation, but now it is temptation. It seems to be twisted and twisted. When you think about it carefully, it is so blatant and arrogant.

Sure enough, cooking can't bring him anything, only disaster, pain and despair.

The days passed day by day, everything was calm, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather suddenly turned cold.

Song Zeyou gradually put these unpleasant things behind him, and now what troubles him is not only work, but also work.

He went to the interview that day, and saw a large group of people making trouble at the gate of the Emerald Bay community across the platinum road.

The neighbor's aunt who was also waiting for the bus at the bus stop told him quietly: "I heard that a female corpse was found on the other side of the river near the park. Have you read the news? The weather is so hot that it is too rotten to read. I live in the opposite community The girlfriend of one of my lawyers lost contact a while ago, and the police went door-to-door at that time. His girlfriend’s parents came to find out, and what comparison did they make in the end—”

"DNA?"

"That's right, it turned out to be the lawyer's girlfriend. That girl looked good, but she died so badly."

With a heavy heart, Song Zeyou couldn't help but let out a long breath.

Lawyer Yang Chengjun probably has a hard time these days, no wonder he hasn't been added as a friend on WeChat.

"Now my teacher's girlfriend's family members come to make a fuss, insisting that they were killed by a lawyer and let him take his life. Now the mourning hall is set up at the gate of the community. It's too lively."

"There's no such thing." Song Zeyou complained.

"That's right, that lawyer is a talented person and a high-level intellectual, how can he commit murder. There are a lot of prostitutes living around here, and the girl must have been robbed and silenced by these people. She has no conscience."

After waiting for a long time for the bus, the neighbor's aunt urged him to go to the opposite neighborhood to watch the excitement.

Following the neighbor's aunt from the sidewalk across Platinum Road to the Emerald Bay community, the gate of the community was packed.

Dozens of wreaths were placed, flower towers were set up, and the gate of the community was tightly covered. A large group of people were crying there, tearing their hearts out.

There is a huge black and white photo in the simple mourning hall, the girl who is in her cardamom age has an extremely moving smile, and a hazy beauty appears on her lips.

Every woman in the photo will sigh, she is so beautiful and so pitiful.

Song Zeyou vaguely heard people saying, "I heard that the lawyer fled outside, and the body has not been shown until now."

"A heartless man, Chen Shimei."

Song Zeyou said in his heart: If the lawyer doesn't leave at this time, he must be eaten alive by the woman's family.

……

The interview in the afternoon failed again.

Song Zeyou was extremely disappointed, and now he doesn't care about the remote place where he works. Unexpectedly, the employer said it wanted to recruit women.

If he said that he was recruiting women, he would mark it on the position he was applying for, causing him to travel all the way.

Not a single thing goes well, but also drunk! ! !

In the evening, after eating, he took his sports bag to the gym.

He wants to exercise a lot, and turn all the unhappiness and troubles into sweat and sway them out.

Yunyun SPA Gym is not far from Song Zeyou's home, just a few minutes' walk away.

The business of the fitness center is not good, and the boss had a sudden idea to divide a part of the space into a small room to use as an Internet cafe. As a result, someone reported it. Now the business has plummeted and is about to close down.

Even Meituan and various WeChat activities cannot save the sluggish popularity.

Except for a few regular customers, the new customers are all greedy for cheap.

When Song Zeyou took the elevator to the fifth floor, the elevator door opened, facing the front desk of the gym.

There are several small glass round tables and western-style high-back chairs on the side of the front desk, which are for guests to sit when they understand the contract and purchase fitness classes.

Song Zeyou saw a fat man sitting in a wheelchair at a glance.

He felt his eyelids twitch uncontrollably at this moment.