Ji Zizheng: "........."

"Although I have no practical experience, I have learned theoretical knowledge profoundly," Xue Yanchao said sincerely, "Knowledge is power, Brother Ji, trust me."

"Come here, come here," Ji Zizheng really convinced him, "You take your time, I'm going to make me feel bad, and I'll slap you right away."

Xue Yanchao: "Alright, alright, I must pay special attention."

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(For details on the small broken car, see Old Ford Keke)

When it was over, both of them were satisfied.

Xue Yanchao held Ji Zizheng in his arms and was unwilling to let go, and he was tired of holding him for a while, Ji Zizheng was a little sleepy, so he pushed him: "Go take a bath, my body is sticky and uncomfortable."

Xue Yanchao asked him with a smile: "Are your legs weak? Do you want me to carry you?"

"Shut up," Ji Zizheng rolled his eyes at him, "Shall I show you a triathlon right now?"

"Don't, don't, don't," Xue Yanchao laughed, "I don't even have the energy."

Ji Zizheng got off the bed and pinched his face: "There are sheets on the upper shelf of the closet, change them for me quickly."

Xue Yanchao: "Alright, alright, I'll change it right away."

Ji Zizheng nodded in satisfaction and went in to take a shower.

When Ji Zizheng came back from the wash, Xue Yanchao had finished dealing with the bed sheets, and was sitting on the balcony flipping through the movie magazine that Ji Zizheng read before.

Ji Zizheng opened the bedside table, found a Winston inside, unpacked a pack, took a root in his mouth, and played with the cover of the Elegy of the Evil Spirit, walked to the balcony, and asked Xue Yanchao: "Do you mind?" ?"

"It's okay, you can smoke," Xue Yanchao was delighted, "Smoking afterwards?"

Ji Zizheng smiled, took a lighter and lit a cigarette.

Xue Yanchao glanced twice: "Huh? That's not it!"

Ji Zizheng gave him the lighter.

Xue Yanchao touched the holy medal pattern on it: "Is it the original machine?"

"Yeah." Ji Zizheng said.

Xue Yanchao was excited: "Am I holding hands with Keanu Reeves indirectly?"

Ji Zizheng exhaled smoke rings: "The ZIPPO used in the human movie is not originally, the outer shell is processed by ourselves."

Xue Yanchao: "Okay."

"My little brother, you still have a lot of idols." Ji Zizheng teased with a smile on his lips, his hands were long and fair, with well-defined joints, and cigarettes were held between his fingertips, revealing a loose and sexy look.

It was the first time Xue Yanchao saw him smoking, and his heart moved. He stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, and rubbed his thumb against his palm: "Hey, everyone else is just passing by, and you are the only one."

Ji Zizheng smiled: "You are also good at flattering now."

"Hey, how sincere I am," Xue Yanchao sniffed, "It smells so good that I suck a little too."

"What are you sipping, there are still some in the room," Ji Zizheng said, "If you want to take it yourself, if you have to grab me for a bite or two, you will die."

Xue Yanchao: "I don't care about anything else, but you are rare."

Ji Zizheng pinched his face: "Go, go, don't get bored here."

Xue Yanchao made trouble with him for a while, then asked him: "Are you hungry?"

Ji Zizheng: "Well, I'm really hungry."

Xue Yanchao smiled and said, "I'll make it for you? What do you want to eat?"

"Don't bother," Ji Zizheng said, "I don't think there's anything left in the refrigerator, so let's go to the restaurant."

Xue Yanchao: "Let me take a look first, do you always have flour here?"

Xue Yanchao went downstairs to the kitchen, searched for a long time, found several bags of flour, and a mess of sesame paste, sugar, glutinous rice flour, potato flour, and clear noodles, all of which had not expired, and there was nothing in the refrigerator. In addition to a few eggs, there are also a few slices of meat, which are left over from the barbecue the day before yesterday.

Fortunately, all kinds of cooking utensils are complete. The kitchen is open, bright and spacious. There is a small bar outside, which slightly separates the kitchen and dining room.Xue Yanchao stood here casually having a face-to-face meeting, feeling like a three-star Michelin chef.

After kneading the dough, Xue Yanchao kneaded the dough onto the chopping board, kneaded it evenly, then cut several pieces at a time, then rolled out the dough, put the minced sesame stuffing that had been prepared earlier into the bun skin, and began to pinch the folds to close the mouth.

Ji Zizheng stayed in the room for a while, made a few phone calls, and then went down to the kitchen, leaning on the bar, watching Xue Yanchao busy in the kitchen.

"Xue Xiaotu, you can do it," Ji Zizheng said with a smile, "The dough is rolled quite well."

Xue Yanchao stretched out his hand to make a bunny ear on the top of his head.

"This is sesame bun," Xue Yanchao put a steamer of steamed buns on the stove, "Cantonese dim sum, I don't know if you are used to it."

Ji Zizheng: "Anything is fine, I have nothing against you."

"Really?" Xue Yanchao was surprised, "I think you look like a picky eater."

Ji Zizheng smiled: "What look in your eyes, where did you see it?"

"Just look at it," Xue Yanchao chatted with him while patting the garlic with a kitchen knife, "I just measured it with my hands when I was in bed, hey, this little waist is only one foot eight, and it's too thin, so it's not easy to give birth to!"

Ji Zizheng kicked him with a smile and scolded: "Go to hell with you."

Xue Yanchao picked up some flour from the chopping board, turned around and wiped it on Ji Zizheng's face, rattling happily.

"Are you looking for smoke?" Ji Zizheng slapped him on the buttocks, and went to the nearby sink to wash his face.

Xue Yanchao jumped up, grabbed the rolling pin and pointed at Ji Zizheng: "You, you, you... hooligans!"

Ji Zizheng couldn't help laughing: "Xue Yanchao, you have to show some face, let's go, I won't mess around with you here."

"You go out and sit for a while," Xue Yanchao turned his head and said, "Okay, I'll call you."

Ji Zizheng walked out of the kitchen, sat in the living room, turned on his laptop, and browsed the recent news and piled up documents.

He looked at it for a while, then the phone rang, and it was Su Ting calling.

Ji Zizheng answered: "Su Ting?"

"Where have you been?" Su Ting asked in surprise, "You workaholic is gone."

Ji Zizheng: "I'm tired, let's go out and play around."

Su Ting: "Could it be that you took Xiaomi out to play?"

Ji Zizheng: "..."

Su Ting: "Damn it, really? You really found a neighbor? You won't be forced to get back together with Mu Yuqing, right?"

Ji Zizheng: "No, how is it possible?"

Su Ting: "Oh, that's fine, as long as you don't get back together with Mu Yuqing, you have fun."

Ji Zizheng was speechless. He really didn't know where there was so much hatred between Su Ting and Mu Yuqing. When he and Mu Yuqing were talking, the two kept fighting. Ting and him are at odds.As a result, now that Ji Zizheng and Mu Yuqing had broken up, Su Ting still held a grudge against Mu Yuqing and strictly guarded against any possibility of the two getting back together.

Ji Zizheng: "Wait, I still have something to discuss with you."

"You said?" Su Ting said.

Ji Zizheng: "I want to transfer all my shares in Chang'an to you."

Su Ting: "..."

Su Ting: "What do you mean?"

Ji Zizheng: "I don't want to stay in Chang'an anymore."

Su Ting: "...What do you mean by transferring it to me?"

Ji Zizheng: "I support you, Su Shimin."

Su Ting: "However, Chang'an has not been listed for one year, so the shares cannot be transferred."

Ji Zizheng: "Let's get to the bottom of it with you first, and make plans early."

"Hey, I guess Lao Nie won't be able to keep you," Su Ting said, "What about after you leave Chang'an?"

Ji Zizheng: "Go to Madagascar."

Su Ting: "...What are you doing there? Are you feeding the penguins?"

Ji Zizheng: "Make a documentary."

Su Ting: "..."

Su Ting just wanted to break Ji Zizheng's mind.

Su Ting: "Are you free? Go there and spend money... Bah, burn money to make money?"

Ji Zizheng: "Well, I panic when I have too much money."

Su Ting really has nothing to say.

Ji Zizheng finished his phone call with him and walked over to the restaurant.Xue Yanchao also served all the dishes, and the tableware was also set up. The table was full of Cantonese tea, and the presentation was pretty nice.

Ji Zizheng was surprised: "Yes, where did you learn this skill?"

"I worked part-time when I was in college, and I worked in the back kitchen of a very authentic Cantonese restaurant." Xue Yanchao gave him a piece of powdered fruit. "I secretly stole some. Try it? Authentic Teochew powdered fruit."

Ji Zizheng took a bite: "It's okay, I don't think the taste is any different from the unauthentic Cantonese restaurant."

"Of course it's different," Xue Yanchao said, "There is my deep love in it."

"Pull it down," Ji Zizheng laughed, "It's still showing off with half the bucket of water."

Xue Yanchao was wronged: "Can't you praise me according to the routine?"

"Telling the truth is my creed in life." Ji Zizheng teased him.

Xue Yanchao was frustrated: "Is it so unpalatable?"

Ji Zizheng laughed: "No, just kidding, I can't tell if it's authentic or not."

"Oh, I understand your routine," Xue Yanchao said, "You just want me to maintain a state of worrying about gains and losses."

"It's still worrying about gains and losses," Ji Zizheng said with a smile, "When you're doing things, you don't have the slightest courtesy to toss me."

"Hey," Xue Yanchao blushed, "I...that was so excited."

Xue Yanchao coughed, and asked him again: "Shall we go to the fishing port in the afternoon, buy a basket of seafood by the way, and have a barbecue on the beach at night?"

Ji Zizheng: "Okay."

After the two had a short rest at noon, they pushed their bicycles to the fishing port in the afternoon.

Xue Yanchao bargained with the fishermen for a long time, and finally bought back two catties of eagle claw shrimp, one catty of scallops, one catty of flower clams, copper crocodile, big head treasure, squid and various fish in a large plastic bag.

Ji Zizheng originally wanted to buy it directly with money, but watching Xue Yanchao argue with Aunt Ren, and the bargaining was quite interesting, so he smiled and watched from the side.

The aunt saw that the two of them didn't look like locals, and she felt that the young man must not buy vegetables often. She originally wanted to sell two items at a high price, but Xue Yanchao insisted on killing them at the wholesale price. return.

The two came back from the seafood market in the fishing port. On the way back, they changed their course and passed through a small fishing village, which was bustling and full of smoke and fire.

Xue Yanchao looked at the lights of thousands of houses, but he couldn't help thinking of Lin Yutang's words in his heart that didn't have many gaps - the world is the only paradise.

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