I walk the career line in dog blood

"Dear Uncle Jiu, I heard you didn't eat tonight, are you so disobedient?"

There was a faint pain in his stomach, so he didn't eat dinner. Xie Jiu, who was frowning and processing documents, looked at the door in surprise: "Tiantong? Aren't you tonight..." Did you go out to the banquet?

"I want to eat hot pot with Mr. Xie Jiuye, who is 'everything'." An Yinong at the door of the study reached out and knocked on the opened door, "I wonder if I have this honor?"

An Yinong himself laughed as he said it: "Did I bother you? Is it convenient to come in?"

"Of course it's convenient." Xie Jiu put down his pen, his stomach still felt uncomfortable, but now he said naturally, "I was busy and forgot, I just wanted to eat something."

An Yinong did not doubt that he was there: "Even if you are busy with work, you have to eat, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"Understood, little housekeeper."

In An Yinong's small villa, the hot pot and materials are all ready.Xie Jiu was a bit of a clean freak, so he shared the pot with An Yinong, and the others shared the pot.

At this time, his villa was pasted with red couplets, window stickers, and a string of red lanterns hanging on the door. It looked lively and lively. Compared with Xie Jiu's villa, which was deserted, it felt warmer and more popular.

Xie Jiu waited for the cut ingredients to be placed in pots, while An Yinong was feeding the fish. Before he spilled the fish food in his hand, the fish in the tank had already swam to him.

"These fish like you so much."

"Yeah, I'm likable." An Yinong said while throwing fish food.In fact, these fish are not taken care of by him, but as long as he appears near the fish tank, these fish will swim over.

"I'll feed some too." Xie Jiu stood up and walked over, wanting to join the fish feeding team.Unexpectedly, he just approached, and the fish seemed to be afraid of him, and retreated one after another.

An Yinong was always happy: "Uncle Jiu is so imposing, even the fish are scared by you."

Seeing this, Xie Jiu also smiled: "Only the fish are like this. Maybe I was a fisherman in my previous life and offended them."

An Yinong remembered that in his previous life, Mr. Yu didn't like him. He always thought it was because Mr. was a ghost. Could it be because of his physique?

After a while, the ingredients were all arranged, and they sat down one by one.

"I don't know what Uncle Jiu likes, so I bought some of them."

The golden yellow chicken soup in the pot is rolling up and down, and the plump mushrooms and green onions rise and fall with the soup.

Next to the hot pot, there are also golden fried crispy bells (bean skin wrapped in fillings and fried in oil pan), hand-made beef balls, fish balls and shrimp balls, fried fish skin, queen bamboo fungus, fresh Nine-section prawns, prawns, cuttlefish cut into sections, oysters, egg dumplings...

The gentle aroma of the food relieved Xie Jiu's stomach discomfort, or because there was someone around him eating with him, the discomfort also temporarily left. Anyway, Xie Jiu feels good now.

He looked at An Yinong who was only wearing a turtleneck sweater, and he was spooning up a bowl of golden chicken soup.

There is a whole chicken in the pot. After stewing for a long time, the bones are numb. When you pull it gently with chopsticks, the skin and meat leave the chicken bones. The chicken moistened with soup shakes on the tip of the chopsticks, and the thick soup drips Falling, dizzying ripples in the golden soup.The rich and delicious aroma of stewed chicken wafts in the air.

An Yinong made a bowl of chicken soup, put stewed chicken in it, and put it in front of Xie Jiu: "Uncle Jiu will eat first."

After putting down the bowl, he looked at Xie Jiu with those smiling eyes: "I haven't eaten tonight, why don't you drink some soup to appease your stomach?"

"Okay." Xie Jiu heard himself talking, this bowl of chicken soup was so delicious, before he ate it, he felt full, and all the organs in his body became gentle and relaxed.

An Yinong also poured himself a bowl of chicken soup, and also picked up a big chicken leg. The tender chicken was full of gelatin, and every bite was infused with the aroma of other ingredients.

The cartilage at both ends of the chicken leg bone is almost melted, and the chicken and the bouncy cartilage will come down with a light sip, and the delicious soup will be in your mouth with another sip.

Full of food, full of happiness.

Now give him a bowl of rice, and he can eat two bowls with chicken soup.

"This is eating." An Yinong sighed in his heart, eating cold food alone at a lively banquet is really boring.

After drinking the chicken soup and eating the whole chicken leg, An Yinong didn't feel full, but his appetite was aroused, making him even hungrier.He picked up a bamboo tube that had been split in half, and there were eight hand-made balls on the bamboo tube.

Beef balls, fish balls, shrimp balls, and cuttlefish balls are all two, for two people.

"Does Uncle Jiu eat this? Do I pour it all down?"

Xie Jiu, who was drinking the soup, nodded with a smile: "I can do it."

If the chef at home heard his words, he would shed tears. Xie Jiu had already changed many chefs because of his fickleness and pickiness. The main reason why this chef can stay is because he can make delicious honey lemon cake .

An Yinong, who got the words, poured the eight round balls on the bamboo tube into the chicken soup, and picked up the crispy spring roll-style bells.

Fried crispy bell is a fried food that has already been prepared. It does not need to be put into the pot, and it is eaten with a sweet and sour sauce.

"This crispy bell is filled with purple potatoes, and this one is filled with cheese." An Yinong tilted his head and thought for a moment, "For the sake of Uncle Jiu's good figure, I'd rather eat cheese flavor."

He put the fried crispy bells wrapped in purple potatoes into Xie Jiu's bowl, and the cheese fried crispy bells in his own bowl.

The bursting cheese is crispy and ringing, the best!

Xie Jiu couldn't help laughing, and then thought of the phrase 'Uncle Jiu has a good figure'.

That day at sea, An Yinong picked him up and took off everything...

Cough, I didn't think much of the scene at the time, but recalling it now makes my face feel hot.Fortunately, Xie Jiu's face was covered by the mist while eating the hot hot pot.

Shrimp balls are the first to be cooked in the hand-made meatballs. The pink crystal-clear shrimp balls are mixed with bright red red particles that don’t know if they are fish roe or crab roe. No need for any sauce, this way it is fresh, fragrant, bouncy and refreshing. , all of which are beautiful, and there are small red seeds with unique flavor bouncing between the teeth, bursting with juice, An Yinong wants to eat the second after eating one.

But he still reluctantly picked up another shrimp ball and put it in Xie Jiu's spare bowl.

"Uncle Jiu, put it here first, it won't taste good when it's overcooked." After that, he went to pick up other cooked meatballs, seeing his bright eyes, he must enjoy the matter of putting in and picking up the ingredients .

So Xie Jiu didn't move, just waited for the cooked food to be picked up one by one and put them in his bowl.

In fact, the atmosphere at the other table was more lively, but for some reason, Xie Jiu just felt that it would be warm and beautiful for the two of them to eat hot pot together.

It was the coldest season in Hong Kong City, and it was night again. Most people had already returned home to reunite with their families. At this time, the prison in Hong Kong City also provided slightly better Chinese New Year meals.

But when Zhang Ming, who had just met someone, came back, his food had already been divided.

"It doesn't matter." He sat on the bed, his face was haggard, but his eyes were bright, "Wen Long is back, I will definitely come out."

Zhang Ming knew that Wenlong had misunderstood him a little, but in the same way, he treated Wenlong differently. He had seen and saved Wenlong in the most desperate time.At that time, he wasn't even Xie Jiu's adopted son, but just an insignificant orphan in the city.

"He said by himself that I was the only warmth in his past, and he will definitely save me out, definitely will." He clenched his hands tightly, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.

So what is Wen Long doing now after leaving the prison?

He stood on the street of the Walled City. Although the Walled City is regarded as a magic cave by outsiders, most of the people here are just ordinary people. They also want to celebrate the New Year. Even if they have no money, they still have to post a pair of red couplets. , hang a red lantern, and pray for good luck next year.

Wen Long was wearing black clothes and walked into a small alley.

Above the alley is a piece of barbed wire, with a lot of household garbage hanging on the net, some of which are still dripping.The ground also accumulates water all the year round, making it slippery and sticky. From time to time, bugs are stepped on, or aggressive mice crawl over.

This is the place where he used to live. It was not until he was 16 years old that he took his father's letter to find Xie Jiu and became his adopted son.

"It's the same here," he thought. Nothing had changed.

Wen Long came back secretly, but Xie Jiu didn't know about it, because he heard about Zhang Ming's going to prison, anyway, he wanted to come and have a look, to give himself an explanation for his naive past.

Unfortunately, Zhang Ming still wanted to lie to him.

save him?

How can he save the mud bodhisattva crossing the river?Even if it could be saved, why would he save it?

Wen Long's character is like this, love desires life and evil desires death: "Everyone has to pay the price for what they do."

Ever since he knew that He Tiantong was actually the young master of the Media He family, and that Zhang Ming's aunt was really dating He Chengjue and wanted to become Mrs. He, he knew that he was being used as a gun.

Fortunately, he thinks he is infatuated and has no regrets, but he turns out to be just a fool being played around with.

That's right, Zhang Mingben is such a person.He was penniless before, so Zhang Ming pretended not to know him when he saw him?It was only later that he became Xie Jiu's adopted son that they were together.

Wen Long's mother is a daughter of a thousand pieces of gold. Within two years after she eloped with the poor boy, she couldn't bear the gap in life and went back to remarry.Wen Long went to find her, but was driven away mercilessly.

At that time, Wen Long had buried a lot of hatred in his heart. He vowed to stand out and let his mother cry and beg him for forgiveness.

He also hides a wish, he hopes that he can find a lover.

That person was just like his mother, who was born in a wealthy and upper class, and was born without suffering.But that person will not dislike his origin and past, nor does he care about any external conditions, only his essence.

This person will not be Zhang Ming.

Just now Zhang Ming wanted to lie to him, saying that He Tiantong deliberately messed with him, and that the He family was so powerful that he couldn't argue with it.

In fact, Wen Long had already inquired about it before he came. Zhang Ming indeed instructed the three gangsters to sell He Tiantong abroad. Many people like his handsome boy.

"It's a pity that he didn't know that He Tiantong was indeed kidnapped that night. He didn't know what price he paid to rescue him. Zhang Ming was blamed, but he was the one who got caught first."

It was also that night that Xie Jiu had an accident, but he was fine and seemed to be rescued by the He family. That's why the two companies cooperated in charity afterwards.

Wen Long's mood was a bit complicated. He was very grateful to Xie Jiu for supporting him in studying and living, but...if Xie Jiu died at that time, part of his family business would always be in his own hands, right?

Xie Jiu has no relatives or close friends, and he has not made a will.

If he dies...

Wen Long raised his head, the sky above the people at the bottom of the city wall was always so drowsy, with the smell of garbage.He went outside to see another sky, it was so bright, with the aroma of flowers and fine wine, that was what he wanted.

After traveling abroad, he was even more certain that he wanted more and better things. He wanted a beautiful villa built in the middle of the mountain, a luxury car for going in and out, and servants who were proficient in English. Even the people around him, There should be no muddy smell.

No matter how beautiful Zhang Ming's packaging was, it couldn't change the sour and sour smell in his bones.

Wen Long unilaterally believes that Zhang Ming's bad taste is because he is poor, not because he is bad.He really hates "poor" and regards "poor" as the most intolerable thing in the world, and also the worst thing.

So at this time, he thought of 'He Tiantong' instead, a young master who was really pampered.

"I want to have the best of everything, so the people around me must also be the best. For example, the young master who was never born poor, and every strand of his hair exudes the fragrance of luxury in the upper class."

Wen Long felt that only in this way could he prove that he had completely broken away from his original class.

Yes, he needs such a precious jewelry that can show his identity.

"But how do we do it?" According to the previous agreement between him and Xie Jiu, after the age of 20, Xie Jiu would no longer support him.Now he is 20 years old.

The rats in the hole crawled out of the dark place, crawled over the dirty and muddy road, crawled over Wenlong's shoes, and squeaked under the barbed wire piled with garbage.

Wen Long glanced at the mouse, turned around and left this place, he wanted to have everything he wanted by any means.

"Well, I'm so full, I eat too much if I'm not careful." An Yinong, who was lazy and didn't want to move in winter, nestled on the sofa while eating hawthorn slices for digestion.

Xie Jiu, who was [-]% full, watched him humming there, subconsciously walked over and sat down on the edge of the sofa, reached out and pressed his hand on his soft belly, wanting to rub it for him.

An Yinong was stunned for a moment, and Xie Jiu was also stunned. This was a very intimate act, and it seemed that they hadn't reached this level of intimacy yet.

"Ah," An Yinong sat up, "Is Uncle Jiu celebrating the New Year here?"

Xie Jiuye withdrew his finger and replied naturally: "Yes, you want to go back to He's old house?"

"Well, some relatives from abroad have come back, and they will stay for two days to contact each other. When the time comes, I will call Uncle Jiu to pay New Year's greetings. Do you have any lucky money?"

"Yes, of course." Xie Jiu looked into his eyes, "Uncle Jiu will give you whatever you want."

"Please, Uncle Jiu, don't sound like an elder."

Xie Jiu thought about his age of nearly thirty: "I was more than ten years older than you."

"But," An Yinong slowly leaned over, with a smile in his eyes, shining brightly, "The first time I saw Uncle Jiu, I thought, how can someone wear Tang suits so luxuriously and elegantly? Isn't Jiu Uncle, can I call you Brother Yu?"

"There's still a lot of chicken left..." Granny Lian came out of the kitchen and passed the hall. She found that her young master was sitting in the living room alone, and he was smiling as if he had encountered something happy.

"Where's Mr. Xie? Are you leaving?" Granny Lian looked around, but there was no one there.

"Yes." He fled in despair.