Old Hsu Kee Noodle House

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"Just one family? Where are the other families? Damn, I haven't settled with them yet!"

Xiazi rubbed his nose, thought about it and said,

"They didn't do it anymore, they must be guilty of fearing that we will go find them!"

Yan San didn't believe it, so he asked Zheng Qinhao,

"You didn't kill and set fire, did you?"

Zheng Qinhao said firmly,

"No killing."

It was just set on fire, Xia Zi answered the next sentence for him in his heart.

A Biao also came in a car, got out of the car and didn't look at the surroundings, he was only in a hurry to move the vegetables in the trunk, he and the shrimp bought separately, he was responsible for the vegetables when the shrimp bought the meat, the two of them just had to run a trip.

"A Biao, this way!"

Hearing Xiazi calling him, Xu Zhenbiao turned his head and looked over. When he saw it, he couldn't help but ran over, and then punched Kaisan on the shoulder, cursing,

"It's up to you to know how to show up! I said I went to see you yesterday, but you said you were discharged from the hospital."

Three smiles,

"What are you looking at? You're not a big girl with yellow flowers. The store is very busy, right? Thank you for your hard work."

A Biao and Xia Zi looked at each other, hugged their arms together, so sore, they looked at Zi San in disbelief,

"Who are you to say such disgusting things! I can't get enough of my goosebumps."

Yan San stretched out his foot and kicked it, but he didn't know who he kicked, so he cursed,

"Fuck you! I'm so polite! I don't know what's good or bad."

They sat in the store, Xia Zi and A Biao were busy processing the ingredients, while Zi San and Zheng Qinhao sat on the single sofa and drank the unfinished mung bean soup. Zheng Qinhao felt a vague premonition in his heart, but Xu Zhenbiao looked at it twice, his ears turned red.

They gossiped for a long time and asked Zheng Qinhao to take out the packaged assorted food for Xia Zi and A Biao for lunch. When Sister Zhang called them and asked why they hadn’t come home yet. After eating, he got up and was led by Zheng Qinhao to go into the car, and when he got in, he stretched out half his body and yelled,

"A Biao, don't make the teppanyaki so delicious! Otherwise, how can I mess around when I come back!"

A Biao yelled at him back,

"Don't worry, I haven't shown half of my cooking skills!"

Shrimp laughed loudly and made up for it.

"Yes, yes, with half of Ah Biao's cooking skills, the number of people who eat teppanyaki is several times more than before."

Three curses secretly,

"Fuck! You smashed my signboard, you are!"

Seeing Zheng Qinhao's car drive away, Xia Zi put away his smile with a worried face, and his tone was quite serious.

"I have an ominous premonition that I may walk in your way, A Biao."

A Biao coughed, lowered his head and carefully washed the mushrooms, his voice was calm and mature,

"What are you worrying about? What's wrong with my way? My way is not good?"

Shrimp shrugged and squatted down to help wash,

"It's true, hey, how is your little boy doing recently? I haven't seen it for a long time~"

"Do you want to see a photo? I just took a photo of the two of them eating fruit yesterday. It's so cute~"

Zheng Qinhao went back the same way and packed an assortment. He also bought a box of egg tarts from a cake shop next to him, and put the egg tarts on his hands.

"If you're hungry, eat some egg tarts first. It will take more than 20 minutes to go back."

Yan San took a bite of the crispy and tender egg tart, and narrowed his eyes sweetly,

"I didn't like sweets before, so this egg tart is also delicious~"

Zheng Qinhao glanced sideways at him, stretched out his hand to wipe off the egg tart crumbs from the corner of his mouth, smiled, seriously,

"If you feel me a little more, you will know that I am really a good person~"

Yan San choked and coughed, and when he choked, he snorted coldly and sprayed him with egg tarts,

"You tell your horror stories! I'll sue you for murder! You say such things again!"

Zheng Qinhao licked the egg tart sprayed on his lips, tasted it, nodded and said,

"Hey~ so sweet~"

"Sweet sister."

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Two days later, the scabs on the two wounds on Kaisan's head fell off naturally in the sweet friction with the pillow overnight. When he got up in the morning, he felt his head was itchy, so he stretched out his hand to touch it. The hard scabs turned into After eating the pink, tender and smooth new meat, he was stunned for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to touch the pillow, and cried out in surprise,

"Damn it fell!! It fell!! Zheng Qinhao!! I fell!!"

Zheng Qinhao had already woken up, and was making canned food for the three cats in the living room and taking care of the cat litter. When he heard Kai San shouting in the bedroom, he was nervous and quickly put down the half-made cat food and ran in. Open the door and see Yan San was sitting on the head of the bed holding something in his hand with an excited expression on his face. He walked over and took off the hand that had been scratching his head, and asked,

"What's wrong? What's missing? You have a wound on your head, don't touch it with your hands."

Yan San showed Zheng Qinhao the scab that had fallen from his head in his hands as if offering a treasure,

"Look, it's gone! The scab on my head is gone!"

Then he touched his head with his hand again, with a happy face like a child,

"Oh, you said, you can wash your hair after it falls off. Oh, you don't know how itchy my head is. I can't sleep because of my own head at night. How can you still sleep? No, I have to wash my hair today. , You can wash it if you drop it, you can't go back on your word!"

Zheng Qinhao took a look at the scab on his hand, then lowered his head to look at his head,

"Let me see."

Sure enough, the scabs of the two wounds on his head had fallen off, and there was no bloodshot or anything that should have fallen off naturally. He was also very happy, turned around and lifted up the pillow at the head of the bed to search here and there.

"Just this one? Is there another one?"

Yan San was scratching his head with both hands, and said casually,

"I don't know, I just touched one piece, don't talk nonsense and take me to the bathroom, I need to wash my hair!"

Zheng Qinhao hummed, searched over and over on the bed, and finally found another piece in the quilt, held it in his palm like a baby, and let Yan San whine on the bed to tell him to take him to wash his hair quickly, On his side, he was full of joy and went to the closet to find a beautiful empty collar clip box, and carefully put the two scabs into it.

"Grandma, Xiong Zheng Qinhao, did you hear that!! I want to wash my hair, I want to wash my hair, and Grandpa wants to wash my hair, what the hell are you doing!!"

"Come here~"

Zheng Qinhao walked over, smiled and hugged him lightly with both hands, then walked to the bathroom, coaxing him,

"Wash it, let me wash it for you~ What kind of shampoo do you want to use? It has a floral, fruity and mint scent~"

"Damn it, put me down, I have feet, I know I'm going, and you, a big man, are so flirtatious that you still have floral and fruity shampoo!!"

"..."

Zheng Qinhao was wronged,

"I just bought it yesterday... thought you'd like floral or fruity..."

"Bah! I'm not a woman, but I also smell flowers and fruits!"

Thinking about it wrong, Kai San raised his eyebrows and wanted to get angry,

"You fucking take me for a woman?"

Zheng Qinhao quickly comforted him,

"No, that's what I want to use~ I use it."

"Hmph, coquettish."

Originally, Yan San insisted on washing his hair by himself. As soon as he buried his head in water, rinsed it with shampoo, squeezed it, kneaded it, picked it up, rinsed it off, and it was done. How refreshing!But Zheng Qinhao refused, fearing that scratching himself would damage the new tender flesh of the wound, so he insisted that he lie in the bathtub, then let his head hang down on the edge of the bathtub, and wash him by himself.

Zi San thought it was troublesome and cursed,

"You are fucking sick. There are so many rules for washing your hair. Is it my head or yours? How annoying!"

Although he scolded like this, he no longer insisted on washing himself, because he knew that Zheng Qinhao was very soft most of the time, especially to himself, basically he had the final say, but sometimes he had a bottom line that could not be broken, just It's like washing my hair now, if I don't agree to let him wash it, I can guarantee that Zheng Qinhao can make him wash his hair today!Damn... who is this... who has to wait for me to wash my hair...

Zheng Qinhao carefully poured water on his head with a lotus pod. Seeing the clear water wet his black hair little by little, he pursed his lips and smiled, as if he felt that he had won another big step. To be honest, he felt that he was despicable. , because he is using a despicable way to possess three things, it may be habit or life or subconsciousness, he knows that once a person gets used to something, once he develops a certain intuition that he is accustomed to, gradually he will feel This is a matter of course in life, Zheng Qinhao is working hard, trying to integrate himself into the life of Zi San into his subconsciousness into his habits, making himself the kind of 'natural' that is indispensable in his life, in this way Only then will he have the possibility of being accepted, and he will be able to continue to possess him even more despicably, until finally possessing all of him.

He pinched Zisan's face, he kissed Zisan's forehead, he held Zisan's hand, he fed Zisan, he carried Zisan in and out, he squeezed toothpaste for Zisan... Wait, wait, so many Things, you always have to form a habit, don't you?It's like I wash your hair now, I hope it's some kind of magic, wash, wash, wash... and then you fall in love with me, okay?

Yan San lay comfortably in the bathtub, squinting his eyes to feel the comfortable scratching sensation from his head, Zheng Qinhao's strength was so small that he gently rubbed his fingers back and forth between the hairlines, he could feel the itching and numbness of the foam on his scalp The wonderful tactile feeling of running up and down, and the light mint smell filled the tip of the nose. It was the first time that Kaisan felt that washing his hair could actually be enjoyed in this way, even if the edge of the bathtub actually hit the back of his neck, it hurt a little.

Zheng Qinhao looked at his delicate profile,