I pamper the little baby in 80

Fan Ze also belatedly felt a little overreacted. Seeing Yuan Hongjun's usual expression, he felt relieved. Hearing Yuan Hongjun's jokes, he couldn't help but change his posture so that he was covered by the horns. Picking up a soft pillow, he thought of Yuan Hongjun and went: "Bah! I think Brother Yuan is always healthy and strong."

After Yuan Hongjun was hit by a pillow on purpose, he pretended to be shot, fell back and just sat on the sofa, and deliberately pretended to lament and said: "Oh, it can't be done, the children raised at home are going to rebel, and even he Brother dare to fight."

The atmosphere relaxed in an instant, Fan Ze was angry, but Yuan Hongjun kept teasing himself that he rushed over like a little leopard, focusing on the position of the itchy flesh on the man's body, and the two of them laughed together. They leaned side by side on the sofa.

Yuan Hongjun turned his head to look at Fan Ze Liu Chang's beautiful jawline, stretched out his hand to stroke his short hair, and said, "Almost tidy up, brother will take you out for a special morning tea in G City."

Fan Ze turned his head violently: "Drink tea? Drink tea early in the morning, don't you want to eat?"

Yuan Hongjun was amused by his veiled appearance, put his arm around his shoulders, lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "You idiot, this is where you find the faults, there are many styles to find, but it's just a small amount of experience. It’s not big, if you don’t have enough to eat later, you can ask for more, don’t hide it.”

At the beginning, Fan Ze didn't have much idea about Yuan Hongjun's quantity, but when the two of them changed their clothes and really sat at the special morning tea table in G City, watching him bring up the small soup dumplings in the small palm-sized cage drawer, only four.

This amount is too small, two bite-sized small soup dumplings, chicken feet, shrimp dumplings, and steamed pork, all in a small plate, Fan Ze and Yuan Hongjun ate it for an early meal Twenty or thirty baskets, and two more bowls of porridge, was enough to fill my stomach. When I paid the bill for this meal, I spent more than ten yuan, which made Fan Ze feel a little distressed.

When he stepped out of the threshold, he still grinned with distress and complained in a low voice: "It only cost a dozen yuan for such a little thing, and it's still a good deal for soy milk and fried buns, Brother Yuan. Let's not eat it next time."

Yuan Hongjun smiled slightly, the morning tea for a few yuan is indeed not cheap for ordinary people, it is enough to set up two tables of happy noodles, and even enough for a family of three for a month's food expenses.It's just that he spent money to enjoy it for himself, but he didn't feel bad. He put his arms around Fan Ze's shoulders: "Even if we are seeing the world this time, we need to make money in the future. When we get rich in the future, don't we want to eat sooner?" Eat as much as you want."

When Fan Ze heard this, there was longing in his eyes, and he licked his lips a little greedily: "Yes, when we earn money in the future, we will eat two baskets of tiger skin and chicken feet."

Yuan Hongjun raised his head and laughed, and rubbed Fan Ze's head with one hand: "Okay, eat two baskets, and when we earn money later, I will invite the best morning tea master in City G to make breakfast for you at home. Let's eat what's cooked."

Yuan Hongjun's dark eyes burst out with strong ambition, and he lived a new life. He actually came to the golden age of the 80s, so naturally he would not return empty-handed.

After the two of them had a full breakfast, Yuan Hongjun spent 4 cents according to the address on the recruitment newspaper, and got in a passenger car. When he arrived at the outskirts of Jishi, he saw a large factory in the distance. There are two security guards standing next to them, and they look quite dignified at first glance.