The lonely foodie

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Ivan played the game all night, and his drowsy brain was rarely sobered by the system prompts from the Internet cafe.

He cursed, fumbled for a handful of change in his pocket, and decisively chose between cheating his teammates and filling his stomach. In fact, it doesn't matter what he chooses.

The screen was full of flames, and the battle was fierce. The heroes with swords in their hands clamored to fight each other to the death. The blood bars of the heroes dropped rapidly, and everyone collectively called for the nurse to recover their blood.

Without any precautions, the system notified that their nanny was offline.

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Ivan walked out of the gate of an Internet cafe, and the sun was already in the middle of the west, shining brightly, making the sky and earth white and steaming.

The whole night made his body a little weak, and he stood beside the sidewalk with his eyes closed and meditated for a while, then put the handrail on his forehead, blocking out a little sunlight, and stepped on the zebra crossing.

Every time he crosses this long zebra crossing, he deliberately walks very slowly. There is a sharp bend ahead, and the speed of the car usually slows down a little here.In addition, Wisteria County, where the richest people in the city are most concentrated, is not far ahead.This is the best place to touch porcelain.

Touching porcelain is the easiest and most convenient way to make money that Ivan can think of.

Sure enough, he arrived across the road safely again, and as many times before, no miracle happened.

"This kind of thing is also about fate, don't force it." Ivan comforted himself, it was just that the fate of Pengci had not arrived.

When he walked under the big banyan tree at the gate of the Normal University, Ivan also deliberately slowed down, because once he picked up 100 yuan here.

He hopes that picking up money can be the same as stealing/love. If you have the first time, there will be a second time, and if you have the second time, there will be a third time. It will be endless and never exhausted.

So every time I pass by here, Ivan has to scan the land under the banyan tree without a blind spot, he is eager to have another affair, no, no, no, to pick up money again.

Before Ivan had time to activate the radar mode today, he found a huge... sack lying under a tree?

Tsk... such a big bag of garbage!After Ivan decided to solve the problem of food and clothing, he must take time to think about the improvement plan of the city's city appearance.

When I got closer, Ivan could see clearly that the person lying on the ground was a person, but...it didn't look like a person, like an antique.

The man was wearing a blue cloth gown that had been washed white. The clothes were old but clean.

There is still quite normal hair on the head, not the standard hair style in TV dramas with a big bald head in the back and a small braid in the gown.It's just that the hair is a bit long, and it's not the kind of long hair deliberately worn by literary youths. It looks more like the hair has grown too long due to neglect.

Ivan squatted on the ground and stared at the man for a long time, no matter how he looked, he looked familiar.

Just as a flash of light flashed in Ivan's mind, the fainted man also opened his eyes, scaring him to sit down on the ground.

"I'll go!" Ivan stroked his chest, expressing that he was frightened.

"Brother." Ivan called out, "Are you playing Cosplay? What? Cosplay Lu Xun?"

It means that this brother's outfit looks familiar, isn't it just a copy of Lu Xun's appearance in the middle school textbook?What did you write about, the one from "The True Story of Ah Q".

Tsk... Well-educated, butt Ivan slapped his thigh and squatted up.

"Mo Yin." The long-sleeved brother called out vaguely, as if a handful of sand had been rubbed into his throat.

"What did you say?" Ivan didn't hear clearly.

"Am I dead?" Brother Changshan asked again.

Ivan looked up at the sky. The sun was shining brightly, making people dizzy. Ghosts should not dare to come and go at this time, so he shook his head with certainty, "Probably not."

"Then are you dead?" Brother Changshan asked again.

"Brother." Ivan sighed unhappily, "It's early...at noon, can we not say such unlucky words? I'm very superstitious."

Brother Changshan didn't speak anymore, he sat up first, and then stood up slowly while supporting the tree trunk.

Ivan squatted on the ground, and his eyes followed his movements, from looking down, to looking up, and finally looking up.

360 degrees with no dead angles, I'm afraid this is the face I'm talking about, Ivan thought, this person looks... tsk... good-looking!

Ivan has little culture and lacks adjectives.

But just when he was immersed in the beauty of this prosperous age...

"I'm hungry." Brother Changshan looked down at Ivan and said something that ruined the atmosphere.

Ivan sighed again, raised his head, and pointed to the side of the tree-lined road, "Go forward, and the snack street of the Normal University is in front of you. You can find everything in steamed stuffed buns, pancakes, noodles, and hot pots, and the prices are reasonable."

After speaking, he stood up on his knees, put his hands in the pockets of his loose sweatpants, and walked staggeringly in front, and Qu Mobai followed him unhurriedly.

This child looks like his younger brother Mo Yin, with narrow and long eyes, dark eyeballs, and a pair of sharp knives.The slight drop of three hundred at the moment made his demeanor look a little cold and alienated.The slightly raised corners of the mouth well integrated this sense of alienation, making her look a bit ignorant and innocent.

But he is very different from Mo Yin. Mo Yin behaves cautiously and politely, but he is much more casual and lazy.

Mo Bai knew that something unusual had happened. This was definitely not the era he lived in. Now is the time when the war is raging and the people are struggling to live. Where did the steamed stuffed buns, pancakes, and noodles come from?

Mobai was thinking about something on his mind, but Ivan stopped suddenly, forcing him to stop, his chin almost hit the top of Ivan's head.

Ivan turned around, walked backwards, raised his chin towards Mobai, "Hey, let me tell you, what's your name?"

"Qu Mobai." Mobai replied.

Ivan was a little surprised at first, then smiled, "Your name is quite old-fashioned."

"May I ask your surname?" Mo Bai asked.

"Aiyo." Ivan howled, "I'll praise you a few words, you're really good at pretending, and you're still a son, and you have a surname, my name is Ivan, I'm not...ordinary Fan."

"Ivan." Mo Bai whispered the name softly. Mo Yin once said: If we can exchange our lives for ordinary happiness in the world, why not?

Ivan, Yifan, an ordinary and happy life is the long-cherished wish of many people in that era.

While talking, I walked to the Shida Food Street. The older locals called it Shanhua Road Food Street. This snack street has a longer history than the Normal University. It existed before the Normal University moved here.

There are two rows of old wooden houses on the right side of the tree-lined road. The front row faces the street and the back row faces the lake. They sell cheap snacks such as milk tea, spicy soup, hot and sour noodles.

"Here, I... have a light meal, so I went to Fat Sister's porridge shop. You can see what you want to eat." Ivan pointed to a porridge shop on the side of the road, embarrassed to say that it was because it was cheap.

Qu Mobai followed Ivan into the porridge shop in silence, and sat down on the stool opposite him.

"You also drink porridge?" Ivan handed him something like a menu, "Would you like to eat something else, their scallion pancakes are pretty good."

Mo Bai took the menu, didn't look at it, put it on the table, stared at Ivan's dark eyes, and said very seriously, "I have no money."

Ivan was speechless. It's been a while since he got out of the family and joined the society. He has never seen such a...thick-skinned, what kind of scallion pancakes without money?

Amber's clear eyes just looked at him like that, even if he was eating together, he looked neither humble nor overbearing. Ivan successfully bowed down in this round of staring.

Squeezing the change in his trouser pocket, he sighed for the third time today, "Let me treat you."

Did you not read the almanac when you went out today or what?I didn't pick up the money, but I picked up a lot of money.

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of mung bean porridge, and a scallion pancake." The spender seemed to be afraid that the other party would regret it, so he immediately placed the order.

The owner of Fat Sister’s Porridge Shop is called Fat Sister. As the name suggests, she is as fat as a big white radish, and has a good voice that is as crisp as a winter radish.

"Hey, what kind of look is this?" The fat lady came out with mung bean porridge, threw it in front of Mo Bai, and sized him up from head to toe with great interest.

"Cosplay." Ivan explained for Mo Bai, pointed to the food on the table, and said to Fat Sister, "Sister, I will do the same."

"Say it earlier." The fat lady yelled, "I have to run back and forth twice, and now there are not enough people. I am tired and thin after this trip." After speaking, she exaggeratedly twisted her fat waist and hips into After the kitchen.

"Tsk..." Ivan sneered, "You are overworked and fat. The more you work, the fatter you become. Don't worry, you won't lose weight."

From the kitchen separated by the door curtain came the sound of the fat lady smashing the bowl and bowl.

"Aren't you hungry?" Ivan picked up the bowl and took two big gulps of Yan'er. After a whole night, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, but Mo Bai opposite him didn't move for a while.

Ivan raised his eyes from the edge of the bowl, and saw that he scooped up half a spoonful of porridge with a transparent plastic spoon and put it into his mouth, his eyelashes drooped slightly, and his cheeks twitched twice, as if he was savoring the bowl of porridge.

A bowl of mung bean porridge cost one yuan, and it was served in a plastic bowl, so it looked like a state banquet for him.

After a while, Mo Bai swallowed the porridge, raised his eyes, and said lightly, "Mung beans are old beans, without the aroma of new beans, the rice is not soaked enough, and it is not soft enough when stewed. If you add another [-]% of glutinous rice, it will be too soft. It's more fragrant."

"Hey..." Ivan was amused by him, "Try this scallion pancake again."

He rolled up his cuffs, picked up a piece of oil cake steadily, put it in front of his eyes for a while, then bit his white teeth lightly, and chewed it carefully in his mouth.

"Half a teaspoon of salt is too much." Mo Bai said.

"What else?" Ivan glanced carefully towards the kitchen, thinking about whether Fat Sister would rush out and hit someone if he continued to speak.

"The time for raising the noodles is not enough, the dough is thick but not soft enough, so the mouth is not fragrant enough."

Mo Bai paused, "I don't want to say anything else, but the pancakes are not smeared with sesame oil, the prickly ash sprinkled on them is just numb and not fragrant, and the chopped green onions are not fresh enough, maybe it's been overnight. The oil temperature of the pancakes is a little high, so The skin is scorched and bitter.”

It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, but in fact, you don't show any affection in the bottom half of your mouth.

The curtain of the kitchen moved, and Ivan immediately leaned over and covered Mo Bai's mouth.

When she withdrew her hand again, the soft touch of her lips seemed to be burned in the palm of her hand, and she felt hot for a while.

Ivan blushed a little, leaned his head towards Mo Bai, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, tell me the truth, just like you...have you ever been beaten when you go out to eat?"