smell you

Li Zhexi stared at the screen of the phone intently, and the slightest movement of the figures inside could affect his mind.

At this moment, a phone call came in unexpectedly. Li Zhexi saw that it was from his cousin, so he pressed the button and hung up.

Before he could switch back to the video, the call came again.

"What the hell is your fucking business?"

The cousin's aggrieved voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother, where are you now?"

"I have something to do, that's all."

"...Don't hang up—brother, I want to borrow your villa, so I'll just tell you."

Li Zhexi hurriedly said, "What did you say? Make it clear."

"Just last time, those few friends played cards together, and your place is the quietest."

Shanghai Huayuan is located in a quiet and green area. If you play a larger number, you won’t worry about being knocked over.

"Don't come here!" Li Zhexi cursed fiercely.

"We've reached the door, and now we're in."

"..." They all came and made a fart call.

Li Zhexi pulled on her nightgown and ran down. As soon as she reached the stairs, she heard her cousin's surprised voice from downstairs.

"Why are you here? Are you leaving?"

"...I went to the convenience store to buy instant noodles."

"You are my cousin's savior. If I asked you to buy instant noodles in person today, who would I be? Then you buy it for my cousin." The cousin asked his friend to go out to the convenience store in the community, "Remember , of all tastes.”

Li Zhexi stopped when he heard Song Zeyou's cold voice.

...to buy instant noodles?A strong disappointment filled his chest.

Cruel ghost!

He is sick now, at least... at least... cooking a bowl of porridge...

Song Zeyou walked to the door, and was blocked back by these young masters who acted like masters. The other party said "life-saving benefactor", which gave him an idea.

"Are you Li Zhexi's cousin?"

"Yes, haha, yes, that..." The cousin rubbed his hands, thinking of Li Zhexi who was in a rage, and smiled guiltily.

"The one with terrible driving skills?" Song Zeyou raised his eyebrows.

The cousin was stunned, he endured it!Whether he wanted to laugh or not, Yang was angry but dared not, and said with a distorted expression; "Yes...it's actually not that bad...it was just a little distracted and distracted at the time."

His goal is not race car drivers!

Song Zeyou twitched the corners of his mouth and walked towards the kitchen: "By the way, your cousin is sick with a cold and wants to eat fish porridge. Since I am your cousin's savior, you must feel sorry for letting me cook it. Come on... you are in charge of this." gone."

The cousin was dragged to the kitchen, saw the steaming electric pressure cooker on the stove, his expression seemed to be struck by lightning, he hesitated: "...I don't know how to do this."

"I don't know how to do it either. Just Google it and cook it like that. By the way, when your friend comes over to buy instant noodles, make a bowl for me."

"..."

"Here is for you. Your cousin is seriously ill and is waiting to eat." Song Zeyou smiled at him, walked out of the kitchen, and went upstairs leisurely.

The cousin wailed from the kitchen: "Since I was a child, I have never been in the kitchen at home...you come."

Another said: "Since I was a child, I have never taken the bowls and chopsticks myself...you come here."

Another said: "From childhood to adulthood, I have never eaten in person, I had to be fed..."

Song Zeyou went back to the second floor, opened the bedroom door and found Li Zhexi lying flat with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

He walked to the side of the bed, his eyes lingered on the handsome face with distinct features, he reached out and gently placed his hand on Li Zhexi's forehead, it was still warm.

Li Zhexi opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "...It's cooked so soon?"

Instant noodles are already fast.

Song Zeyou smiled and said, "Your cousin is downstairs, and he wants to cook porridge for you, so you can rest assured."

Li Zhexi: "..." Turned over and sat up, took out the phone.

Song Zeyou raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"

"Call the chef and ask him to come quickly, lest the kitchen be ruined by that kid."

Song Zeyou hurriedly pressed it down: "Don't, you give him a chance, it will be OK in half an hour."

Half an hour later, the bedroom door was opened again.

My cousin and his four friends came in disheartened, bringing instant noodles and a big pot of porridge.

The cousin said excitedly: "Brother, do you have a cold? This is the love porridge we cook for you for the first time. After you eat it, all the cold viruses will disappear."

Li Zhexi's face was ugly: "Dare you cook not porridge but disinfectant water."

Now Fotiaoqiang can't eat his head, and every time his good deeds are ruined by this grandson.

The cousin served the fragrant instant noodles, "Gong Gong, your instant noodles taste like seafood, just like fake ones."

"Thank you." Song Zeyou salivated profusely when he smelled the instant noodles.

"Brother, this is fish porridge, you smell it—"

"take away."

"Don't, you really try it, it will definitely make you unforgettable."

Li Zhexi sneered and said, "You guys are not allowed to leave until you have finished eating."

The cousin frowned and stared at the big pot of porridge, but he served it in a pot.

His friend took a spoon and tasted it carefully, and looked at his cousin with an inscrutable expression.

The cousin smiled and said: "I don't even look at who makes the move, brother, don't regret it. Go, go downstairs."

Li Zhexi's expression was uncertain, and he subconsciously looked at Song Zeyou.

Song Zeyou had finished eating the instant noodles, shook his head and said, "Seafood instant noodles are not as delicious as the old altar sauerkraut. I am best at instant noodles. When you recover from illness, I will cook a bowl for you to try."

Li Zhexi: "..."

A week later, Li Zhexi's cold was cured, and he finally had a chance to display his full-fledged tricks.

Song Zeyou had just played a game quietly when Lin Jian sent him a WeChat message.

[Do you want to earn extra money? ]

Song Zeyou rolled his eyes: [I don't want to. ] He really didn't want to be in the insurance business.

[Don't make trouble, I'll call you and talk to you in detail. ]

Who should stop making trouble, the phone rang quickly, and Song Zeyou had no choice but to answer it.

"Your friend contacted me yesterday, clearly wanting to buy insurance, but he named you to be an insurance agent. Anyway, you are my subordinate, you took the money, I got grades, and helped your friend, killing three birds with one stone."

Song Zeyou said: "Wait a minute, I'll call you again."

He hung up the phone and asked Li Zhexi directly. Li Zhexi said frankly, "The five-year plan is too long. I'm afraid I'll die waiting for you to move out."

Song Zeyou blushed and said angrily, "If you don't live for five years, don't talk big, and help me with my funeral first!!"

"……I can not wait anymore."

"...Dirty!" Song Zeyou hung up the phone.

On the weekend, a teahouse with a long history opened in City S. On the stage, a woman in a cheongsam was playing the zither.

In the tea room, Lin Jian and Song Zeyou were sitting on the side, and Lin Jian took out several insurance project books for Song Zeyou to read.

"How is your friend's financial situation?"

Song Zeyou smiled awkwardly: "It's not bad."

"Then you recommend him with an insurance coverage of at least 50 yuan. Do you know how much the commission is?" Lin Jian leaned closer to Song Zeyou's ear and said the amount.

Coincidentally, the door of the tea room opened, Li Zhexi happened to see this scene, and immediately narrowed his black eyes.