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The whole meal was finished by smacking Ming Lang's compliment, his heart was in a mess, his good mood couldn't be covered, and his complacency was boundless.

Mingming saw that he had been eating fermented bean curd and spicy millet, so he asked, "Do you like pickles very much?"

"Well, I didn't eat it at all when I was a child. Since I joined the army, the food is incomparable with that at home. There is no meal, and a meal is all supported by pickles. After eating, I like to eat pickles."

"Oh..." Ming Lang asked suspiciously, "Then you used to be a soldier in the cooking class?"

"You're in the cooking class!" Kan Qi didn't know what he was thinking: "Your brother, I'm in the infantry battalion!"

"But princes and grandchildren like you probably don't, disdain to cook...so you can cook good and good meals, except that I can think that you learned it in the cooking class, and there seems to be no other possibility." Minglang thought It's impossible for Kan Qi to sign up for New Oriental to learn crafts by himself, right?

"I just like to cook, it's purely a personal hobby." Kan Qi boasts that he is a handsome uncle at home.

"Your hobby does not suit you at all."

"In your opinion, what preferences should I have to be considered normal?"

"Bullying the old and torturing the young, committing crimes... robbing houses and houses... Anyway, all behaviors that match your clothes and beasts are naturally matched with you, and they are a seamless one." Minglang ran on.

After eating, Kan Qi brought the insulated lunch box and put all the leftover egg fried rice and vegetable soup in it.

Minglang shouted: "Okay, okay, there's too much for my mother to finish, she needs to eat less rice."

"Put it in the refrigerator if you can't finish it, and you can reheat it before eating." No one else can cook such delicious egg fried rice except Kan Qi himself.

Minglang was a little embarrassed: "I don't have... no refrigerator."

"..." Kan Qi was stunned for a moment: "Your house doesn't have a washing machine or a refrigerator, how can you live?"

"These are not necessities of life..." Minglang blushed a little now.

"Then what if there are leftovers that can't be eaten at home?"

"Generally... there won't be any left."

"Isn't your family still helping Uncle Liu put on meat skewers? There is no refrigerator, what to do with the meat that can't be finished? You won't let it hang outside, will you?"

Minglang said: "So the marinated meat is all brought in on the same day, and it has to be dressed and sent over..."

Kan Qi blinked, this guy's life was much worse than he imagined.

"I'm going to ask you one last thing," Kan Qi wondered, "The temperature is so low recently, how do you take a shower at home?"

"Boil water to wash. My tin bucket is fine. It has been used for more than [-] years, but the boiling water is... scalding!"

"Twenty years?" Kan Qi broke down: "What age is it that your family still uses a tin bucket to boil water for bathing? Brother, that one is easy to leak electricity!"

"No, it's okay, my family didn't miss it." Ming Lang chuckled.

Kan Qi raised his head and let out a long sigh: "If you missed it, you would have been electrocuted to a pile of ashes!"

"..."

Before Minglang left, Kan Qi gave him a key.

"Take it."

Minglang cast a sideways glance, "Why?"

"My house key!"

"Why did you give me the keys to your house?"

"Then... from now on, I will often...come to sit (do) often!" Kan Qi said nonchalantly.

"I want to go home to accompany, accompany my mother when I have free time, why go to your house all the time?" Minglang disagrees.

"Whether you come or not is another matter, if you give it to you, take it!"

"No." Ming Lang was very resolute.

He knew very well that if he took Kan Qi's house key, some things would really go bad.

Seeing that Minglang refused to accept it, Kan Qi, who had been rejected, could only give up temporarily, and took back the key angrily. He knew that he couldn't be tough on Minglang, he had to have a strategy, but the easy-to-injure uncle's heart was always a little frustrated.

It was less than eight o'clock in the evening, when Minglang came home, he frowned when he saw his mother bending over to put on skewers.

He walked to the dining table and put the food in the insulated lunch box on the table: "Mom, you come to eat, and I will get the rest."

Xu Huafang raised her head and saw vegetable tofu soup, fried rice with eggs, and pickles in front of her. She clicked her tongue and said, "You let me eat rice today? It's too unexpected!"

"Hmph, for the sake of eating buckwheat cakes for a week, I will reward you today." Ming Lang set his chopsticks.

When Xu Huafang reached out to pick up the chopsticks, Mingming's eyes suddenly dimmed.The winter in Xijiang is very cold. Although it is not as cold as in the north where it is tens of degrees below zero, the south has never been heated. This is the biggest difference.Their house didn't have any heating equipment, and my mother's hands were holding raw meat and putting it on skewers every day, and it had long since turned red and purple from the cold. Minglang looked very distressed.

"Mom, I'll go buy a heater this weekend!"

"Why do you need a heater? Don't you have a hot water bottle?" Xu Huafang chewed slowly every bite of rice, like appreciating a treasure.

"Isn't the hot water bottle cold after a while? Our house is humid and sunny, and we can't get the sun. It's so cold when you stay at home all day. It's time to buy a heater." It's unbearable.

"How much does that cost?" This is the most critical.

Minglang scratched his nose and said, "Well... it shouldn't be expensive. I'll take you to see it on weekends. You can choose one that is... satisfactory."

Xu Huafang didn't say anything more, but changed the topic to the egg fried rice in front of her, "Your entertainment after get off work today is to eat egg fried rice?"

"Hey... that's right, is it delicious?"

"Hey," Xu Huafang said with a smile, "It's delicious, and I'll give it [-] points. The simpler the meal, the more difficult it is to do it well."

Minglang sat on the small bench and began to help his mother put on the meat skewers a little bit.

He thought for a while and asked, "Mom, how much of the shredded radish you pickled last time?"

"There's still half a tank left, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, a friend of mine likes to eat pickles, bring him some..."

Xu Huafang's eyes were sly, "Which friend? Miss Xiaojing?"

Minglang was very helpless: "Mom, have you fallen into Zhang Shujing's demon? How can you think of her in everything?"

"She is a good girl who is well-mannered. Of course I like her. I just think she can have a good relationship with you. I don't want anything except this."

Minglang glanced at her sideways: "If you like her so much, then marry her yourself!"

"Go! What are you talking about! If I had married the girl into my home non-stop, I still need you to say it!"

Ming Lang remained silent, and continued with his hands.

Xu Huafang pondered for a while and asked, "Did you send him home yesterday?"

"delivered."

"You guys played until almost four o'clock, don't you have any...no other meaning?"

"No."

"I'm so surprised, can't you go home until then if you don't have fun playing?" Xu Huafang doubted.

Minglang moved his mouth and murmured in his heart: I am not going home at four o'clock to play with Zhang Shujing...

"Hey... now the girl is just waiting for a word from you, why are you so indifferent?"

"..."

Seeing that her son was silent again, Xu Huafang said anxiously: "Can you say something? Every time I talk about this, I just keep talking all by myself. Do you think I'm talking about storytelling?"

"I said, can you accept it?" Minglang raised his eyes and looked directly at his mother.

"Can you accept that you should also make a statement?"

"Okay," Ming Lang said, "I don't like Zhang Shujing, I have nothing to do with her."

"Then who do you like?"

"I like... I don't like anyone." Minglang held back for a while.

"Donkey dung!" Xu Huafang was so angry that she ate the whole meal in one go, carried the insulated lunch box and slid the wheelchair to the kitchen, "You can stick to my old woman for the rest of your life!"

The next morning, Minglang arrived at the company early. He was carrying a bag of shredded radishes, and wanted to give it to Kan Qi before Lao Wu and the others arrived, but Kan Qi came a bit late today, and it was impossible for him to carry a bag of radishes. Si wandered around the office, so she walked to the door of Kan Qi's office, thought for a while, and hung the shredded radish on his doorknob.

Before leaving, I looked back, there should be no problem, right?Who will steal shredded radish.

Then Minglang was busy sorting out the relevant information of Hong'ao Village all morning. He was so busy that he didn't know when Kan Qi came to the company until Kan Qi asked Xiao Peng from the marketing department to summon him to his office.

Minglang guessed eight out of ten that he wanted to ask himself something about Hong'ao Village. He had just walked into the office when he saw the bag of shredded radish placed firmly on the desk.

"Close the door." Kan Qi said lightly.

Minglang obediently closed the door and walked over.

"You gave this to me?" Kan Qi mentioned the bag of shredded radish.

"Well...you said you like to eat pickles, I think my mother's pickled radish is very delicious, so..."

"um. Thank you."

The two short sentences made Ming Lang a little puzzled, why didn't Kan Qi look happy at all?He was not as ecstatic as he had imagined at all, and his bland reaction made Mingming a little...depressed for no reason.

In fact, how does Minglang know how hard it is for Kan Qi to suppress the joy in his heart and suppress the righteousness on his face now!When he just opened the door and saw the bag of pickles hanging on the doorknob of the office, clarity was the first thing that popped into his mind, because no one around him would give him such a worthless gift, except for the big head soldier.

In an instant, he was so fluttering...as if he had returned to the age of first love, riding a sunny rainbow white horse on the auspicious clouds, and in an instant he just wanted to replay the single "Our Life Is Full of Sunshine" [-] times:

The happy flowers are competing to open, and the birds are soaring

Facing the wind and rain of the battle on the Long March, I contributed my youth and strength to the motherland...

"Kan Qi? Kan Qi?" Minglang called again.

Kan Qi didn't know what he was imagining, he kept his head motionless with one hand, stared blankly at the table, and ignored everything he said.

"Ah? What did you say?" Kan Qi was in a trance for a long time, and finally he was woken up. In broad daylight, he was wandering in his brain hole very happily!

"I asked how you knew I gave it to you..."

Kan Qi grinned and said, "Except you, who would dare to give me such a humble gift?"

Why is Minglang so awkward when he hears this, what does "dare" mean?

"If you think it's poor, then give it back to me." Minglang said, reaching for the shredded radish on the table.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Kan Qi grabbed Ming Lang's outstretched hand and looked at him in a naughty way: "I just like shabby things, including you. The more shabby I am, the more I love them."

Ming Lang stared at him, his hand was pinned down, is Kan Qi the lotus boy?Why are your hands so hot?

Slowly, Kan Qi squeezed his fingers in between Ming Lang's fingers, intertwined his fingers in his palm, and looked at him with a half-smile. Should this be considered a blatant provocation, or an insinuation of flirting?

Mingming's chest began to rampage again, the turmoil was irregular, it all depended on his mood, and in just a few seconds his forehead was covered with sweat.How could he not even be able to compete with Kan Qi's eyes and rudimentary movements?impossible……

Minglang pulled his hand out of his palm, cursing: "I took spring medicine again early in the morning..."

"For you, I still need to eat that thing? Who do you look down on!"

Minglang couldn't continue talking nonsense with him, and said in a serious voice, "What on earth did you ask me to come in for?"

Kan Qi tidied up his coat, put away the cynicism just now, and said, "Give me the land information of Hong'ao Village, and I will go to the Land and Resources Bureau in the afternoon."

"Oh, okay, shall I go with you?" Minglang asked.

"No, Lao Wu can just follow me," Kan Qi paused, "If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, go home early."

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Minglang's cell phone rang, and it was from his mother.My mother never calls herself during working hours, it should be something.

He picked up the phone: "Hello, Mom."

"Son, are you busy?" Xu Huafang's voice sounded a little excited.

"no, what happened?"

"That... didn't you agree that we would go to see the stove on the weekend? Why did someone bring it home today? And..." Xu Huafang looked back at the things behind her that were almost out of place: "I also sent a lot..."

"What do you mean?" Ming Lang was confused.

"I don't know either. Someone knocked on the door just now and said they were delivering something to our house, and then they brought in a bunch of home appliances one after another, and there was nowhere to put them..."

Minglang was blank for a few seconds, and then the words Kan Qi said in the morning popped into his mind: Go home early in the afternoon if you have nothing to do.

No wonder I told him to go home early, so... what the fuck is he doing!

"I see, you are waiting at home, I will come here now."

Minglang hung up the phone and ran home.

When he opened the door of the house and saw the whole house full of things, his temper was gone.In addition to the stove, there are also refrigerators, washing machines, air conditioners, water heaters...the whole living room is filled to the brim, how can there be so many things in his small house of [-] square meters?Even the installation workers are wondering where to put things.

Kan Qi is an idiot!

Xu Huafang was still at a loss, and came over on a wheelchair, asking, "Son, you ordered these, didn't you?"

"Do you think I have that money..." Qinglang was full of Kan Qi's self-assessment.

"What's going on? I asked them, the recipient of the address and phone number is you, and you didn't send it to the wrong place..."

Smoke was coming out of Qingming's nostrils, and he called Kan Qi without saying a word.

After a few rings, the other party connected leisurely.

"Hello..." The voice seemed a little lazy.

"Are you sick, Kan Qi? Why did you move so many things to my house?" Minglang scolded without asking Sanqi 21.

"Oh? I have received everything, hehe... Before confirming the receipt, check whether the electrical appliances are in good condition. If there is any problem, I will trouble their boss." Kan Qi is very satisfied with his self-assessment.

"I don't look at anything, and I don't want your crappy stuff, just return it to me wherever you bought it, and return it to me!" Qingming was full of anger.

Kan Qi was puzzled: "Why not? I picked it for you."

"Have I ever asked you to help me buy or buy things? Did you ask me what I meant before you made your own decisions? Do you think that everyone cares about the little things you bought?"

When Minglang said this, Kan Qi felt that he had been wronged: "No, if I gave you something, it's fine if you don't thank me, and you spray me with saliva instead? Why are you? no?"

"That's right, you just spent money to scold me!" Ming Lang scolded with confidence.

Kan Qi stroked his thoughts, calmed down, and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that there is no refrigerator or washing machine at home? These are necessities of life. I bought them for you now. You don't have to wash clothes and sheets with your hands in cold weather." ,you are not happy?"

"Kan Qi, I can... buy what I need, so you don't need to give me alms, okay?" Minglang said word by word.

"Giving... alms?"

Kan Qi didn't think of this adjective at all. It sounded too hurtful. His motive was very simple. He only knew that he needed it, so he bought it.Unexpectedly, not only did he not get a word of thanks, but he was bitten all over by lice.

"In a while, I will ask people to remove everything, thank you." Minglang returned to his previous indifference.

"Where are you going?"

"your home."

The author has something to say:

Hahaha... Uncle Kan seems to have made a mistake. The way of being cute and flattering is too vulgar, and it is not suitable for a buddhist boy like Minglang who is distracted.