He is from a fighting nation

Zhou Xiangwan sat in the familiar back seat, his mentality was very different, a sense of proletarian pride emerged spontaneously, "I'm hungry, take me to dinner."

Wu Liang said, "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

"There are skewers here."

"It's too oily, don't eat it."

Wu Liang asked patiently, "Where's the sushi?"

"There are so many rules, you can't get enough."

"Korean food?"

"No, kimchi is too shabby."

"Steak? Rice noodles?"

"I do not want to eat."

Wu Liang turned around and said, "You can decide what you want to eat."

"casual."

Wu Liang: "..."

Zhou Xiangwan raised the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm not picky either. I don't eat onions, ginger and garlic, I don't eat sweet and sour, I don't eat those above the neck and below the waist, I don't eat those with thorns, and those with shells are peeled off It’s so hard to eat. Most importantly, I don’t eat chicken feet with pickled peppers, and I can’t even look at them. That’s all, you can figure it out.”

Wu Liang choked up, completely unable to think of what Zhou Xiangwan could eat, and said, "Is this why you Russians eat potatoes every day?"

Zhou Xiangwan liked to make Wu Liang angry and changed his face. When he was satisfied, he mercifully said, "I want to eat what you make, what you do, what I eat."

Zhou Xiangwan knew that Wu Liang's cooking skills were good, although he had never experienced it once. When sorting out Wu Liang's relics in his previous life, he found that his family had a complete set of kitchen utensils and a stack of recipes covering eight major Chinese cuisines. His culinary skills were filled with anticipation.

after an hour.

A roar came from a certain room in the B&B: "You just give me this garbage that costs a pack of dollars? Are you conscious of being a little slave?! Wu Liang!!!"

Zhou Xiangwan sat on a small stool, facing the two steaming buckets of Uni-President Beef Noodles, he couldn't believe that he sat on the stool obediently and waited for half an hour, and this kind of thing came, and his ears popped with anger cigarette.

Wu Liang sat opposite him, picked up the fork to pick up the noodles, and said calmly: "The kitchen is closed. I opened the window and went in, only to find a ham sausage. I made it with my own hands, and brought it to you. I gave you the last piece of sausage."

"You..." Surrounded by the strong aroma, Zhou Xiangwan said, "You just soaked it in water. What if it was Du Feng? Would you treat him like this?"

Wu Liang forked his hands, raised his thin eyelids and said, "He won't be like you, he won't eat this, and he won't eat that. If you were him, we would be in the restaurant now."

Although Zhou Xiangwan has a strong curiosity about everything, he never eats instant noodles, even when he was at his worst, he never ate food with a market price of less than [-].

"Tsk," Zhou Xiangwan struggled to pick up the fork, "Isn't your bill for a month worth hundreds of millions? Milk tea, cakes, instant noodles, whatever you eat that dies quickly, why don't you pursue anything at all?"

Wu Liang sighed and said, "Did I just say that I would take you to a restaurant?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

Wu Liang: "Did you say you wanted to eat what I made?"

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

"Did you say, what do I do, what do you eat?"

Zhou Xiangwan said aggrievedly: "...Yes."

Wu Liang said: "Young Master Zhou, you won't die if you eat a bucket. If you don't want to eat, give it to me."

Zhou Xiangwan bowed his head, thinking that he did it himself, and he hadn't eaten since morning, so he was really hungry, so he had to cut the ham sausage into two halves, and threw half to Wu Liang.

Wu Liang stared blankly at the ham sausage that Zhou Xiangwan forked over, and said, "What are you doing?"

"This is half a piece of ham sausage that Boss Ten Billion gave you." Zhou Xiangwan turned the fork aggrievedly, rolled the noodles into an oval ball, put them in his mouth and chewed, "It smells like gutter oil. "

Wu Liang: "...I really thank you. Ten Billion Overlord."

Zhou Xiangwan thought for a while and asked, "Are you mocking me?"

If the person being ridiculed can't understand, the meaning of the irony will be completely lost. Wu Liang held back for a while and said, "...Yes."

Zhou Xiangwan ate a few mouthfuls and said, "This kind of attitude is not bad. I think you are very principled towards me. How can you tolerate people like Du Feng?"

Wu Liang frowned uncontrollably, and a fountain of embarrassment that his secrets were exposed under the sun welled up in his heart, he suppressed this emotion, and calmly said: "Zhou Xiangwan, can you stay away from my private affairs? It might just be gossip to you, but the behavior of you checking my address, breaking into my house and beating my boyfriend is unnatural and stressful to me."

Zhou Xiangwan raised his eyebrows and said, "He beat you, didn't respect you at all, and took advantage of you. Would such a scumbag save the New Year's fireworks? You can obviously find a better one."

Wu Liang lowered his face and said, "Zhou Xiangwan, what exactly do you want to do? Besides, you beat me and disrespected me, so you say, are you a scum?"

The autumn wind howled outside the room, and the cold air seeped in through the window. Both of them were sharp-tongued characters. Wu Liang was organized and logical, and Zhou Xiangwan was shameless and hit the nail on the head.

"Even if I'm a scumbag, I'm still a good-looking scumbag!" Zhou Xiangwan thrust a fork into it, "I knew you knew it clearly in your heart, and you still wanted to be a scumbag! Did you think that As long as you treat him well, he will be moved one day? It’s useless, Wu Liang, he will take your efforts as what he deserves, if you don’t treat him well, he will still hate you, and in the end he just thinks you are cheap, You are a bully, you deserve it!"

"As for me hitting you, I didn't know you well before, and you are very annoying. If you were my boyfriend, I wouldn't touch you no matter how angry I was!"

Zhou Xiangwan paused, looked at Wu Liang, paused again, "I'm sure I love you."

The corner of Wu Liang's mouth twitched, and he said coldly, "Go out."

"Hey! You're always driving people away. Think about it yourself."

Zhou Xiangwan felt that he fed the dog out of kindness, stood up, slammed on the door, and went out without looking back.

The room was completely quiet, and Wu Liang turned his head to look at the swaying maple trees outside the window, feeling very cold and uncomfortable.

No one wants to be truly ruined.

But what qualifications does an outsider have to criticize another person's choice from above.Wu Liang thought to himself that Zhou Xiangwan is really a nosy psychopath.

Zhou Xiangwan rushed back to the room aggressively, feeling that Wu Liang was really annoying again, and he was the most annoying in all of China, so he turned around and knocked on Wu Liang's door again.

"Wu Liang. Wu Liang. Wu Liang."

"I know you haven't slept yet."

"Open the door. Open the door. Open the door."

The beeping sound was endless, and Wu Liang suddenly had the urge to jump off the building—how could there be such an annoying creature as Zhou Xiangwan? !

It's a pity that he lives on the first floor, and he has to climb back after jumping.

"What are you doing..." Wu Liang opened the door a little, "The fight just now is not over yet? Think of a new word?"

Zhou Xiangwan stood under the bright yellow light at the door, with a strange expression on his face, coughed dryly, and said, "Um... Where's my instant noodles? Give it to me, I haven't finished eating yet."

Wu Liang: "..."

Zhou Xiangwan has recently opened many doors to new worlds, such as subways, crispy duck literature, street barbecues, taxis, instant noodles and so on.When he returned to his room, he dug out another bucket of blue instant noodles, ate and drank enough, and slept until dawn. The next morning, he woke up and looked in the mirror, only to find a raised red dot on his forehead.

! ! ! ! ! !

On an ordinary morning, Zhou Xiangwan suffered [-] points of damage.

"Ah! What is this??? A tumor?" Zhou Xiangwan looked into the mirror with frightened eyes, "Why do my eyes seem a little swollen? It's over, it's over, I shouldn't be eating instant noodles, I must have cancer!"

Qian Meng stood behind Zhou Xiangwan with his clothes in his hands, overjoyed, "Young Master Zhou, that's called pimples. Hahahahaha finally! It's finally here! Congratulations, perfect angel Zhou Xiangwan, 25 years old and happy to mention pimples! Haha Ha ha ha ha!"

Zhou Xiangwan: "...Grandson, do you dare to laugh again?"

Qian Meng giggled, like an old hen laying eggs, and said: "Okay, young master, don't get excited, I promise it will disappear in two days, let's go, the event will be late."

Zhou Xiangwan glanced at the mirror sadly, took the white sportswear brought by Qian Meng, and saw a cloth card with the words "Zhou Xiangwan" stuck on the back.

Zhou Xiangwan was shocked, his mind cleared up immediately, and he said in silence for a moment, "Don't tell me, we're going to tear up the name tag. Isn't this something elementary school students like to do?"

"More than that." Qian Meng was eager to try, "Today, we are all beast youths! Just look at the notices sent in the group, the whole day is full of arrangements."

Zhou Xiangwan resisted the desire to go back home, opened WeChat, and said in his heart: "Uncle Zhou just wants to go fishing and climb mountains, and do some things that old people should do."

For this National Day event, those who got married and started a business just wanted to spend time with their families and declined. Most of the people who came were the new generation of elites who had just joined the company, and there were also single and boring executives, so the overall age was still relatively young. Zhou Xiang After reading the event planning at night, no matter how I look at it, I feel that this event is full of malice against the executives.

The first activity: three people and four legs.The timeless old event, that is, three people side by side, one person's right leg tied to the other's left leg to race.

Its innovation is that three people fly a kite with four legs, and they must run steadily and fast.

Early in the morning, everyone went to the Great Wall, and a third of them were divided to draw lots.

Zhou Xiangwan secretly prayed that he would never get a girl before drawing.

The first draw: Wu Liang.

Zhou Xiangwan raised his eyebrows, waved at Wu Liang and shouted, "Wu Liang, I got you!"

Standing not far away, Wu Liang nodded, not expressing anything, but the girls gathered together, covering their mouths and screaming excitedly.

The second draw: Du Feng.

Zhou Xiangwan: "..."

"Young Master Zhou," the host asked, seeing his strange expression, "Why didn't you speak? Did you pick any beauty?"

After all, Zhou Xiangwan possessed the vicissitudes of Uncle Zhou's soul, restrained his excess emotions, and said calmly, "Du Feng, Manager Du."

When Du Feng heard this, the blood faded from his face. He must have remembered the fear of being stabbed in the throat by Zhou Xiangwan with a wine bottle that night, so he put on an ugly smile with a stiff face.

Zhou Xiangwan turned to look at Wu Liang, and found that his complexion was not very good-looking, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After Zhou Xiangwan left the lottery table, Qian Meng came over and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Young Master Zhou, you can change with me. What are your chances, you will get the ultimate Shura Field in just one draw!"

Zhou Xiangwan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, took off the red rubber band on his wrist and tied his hair into a loose ball, "No need. I think I will be very happy today."