Lazy God Possession

"Relax, it's safe here." Zhao Gaofeng pointed to a few young people outside the door, all of whom were lazy security elites.

Xiao Chen was a little arrogant, Xiao Zhang was quiet, and Zhao Gaofeng didn't talk much. After the three of them sat down, they didn't talk much. Zhao Gaofeng poured tea and watched the door silently. Several people came out and spread out.

In a blink of an eye, this small shop was horribly high in security.

It's time for dinner. Some people want to come in for dinner and are stopped by those people, but some people seem to insist on coming in. Several people search the body of the person and put it in.

A middle-aged person came in, ordered a bowl of noodles, and sat on a corner to start playing with his mobile phone. Zhao Gaofeng's attention fell on the middle-aged person. After a while, this moved away.

After that, no one seemed to insist on coming in.

Nan Ming and Chu Chunhui sat down, Xiaobai flew into the kitchen with a food container, and after a while, Brother Jiang came out with a tray and put down two bowls and two dishes.

Nan Ming picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat."

"That's all?" Chu Chunhui said in his heart, Nan Geer was all right, just stingy.

Let's see what these dishes are. I don't know what's in the two covered bowls. The two side dishes are one slice of cucumber and one plate of tofu.

Three slices of cucumber are really just three slices of cucumber. The tender little cucumber is cut into fingers wide, three inches long, three millimeters thick, and then three slices are stacked together and placed in the center of the plate.

There is a thin layer of red soup on the bottom of the plate. The cucumber has sucked some soup, the bottom layer has turned red, and the middle layer has turned a little yellow. Only the top layer is tender white with a bit of emerald green.

But really there is only one amount of chopsticks!

The portion of tofu next to it seemed more kind, ten centimeters long and wide, square and square, with a reddish color. It looks like not just tofu, but other fillings.

Compared with the three gherkins that were dying to death, this tofu pier is really kind and dying. It also looks more appetite. Chu Chunhui sticks out his chopsticks. Nanming Yi chopsticks pats him Li: "Go, go. This is mine, that's yours!"

"Isn't it! Just ask me to eat this?" Chu Chunhui was shocked. This is really out of style, stingy out of the realm!

Is it OK to treat them like this?

Chu Chunhui also wanted to fight desperately, Nanming had already pulled a stroke. Pulled the plate of tofu pierced in front of himself, looped his hands together, and never let his life pass to Chu Chunhui.

"A child is a child, really childish ..." Chu Chunhui muttered, stretched out his chopsticks, and lived in a finger-sized three-layered cucumber, biting a bite.

With a click, Chu Chunhui admired, "Well. It's really delicious!"

The three layers of gherkin may have been marinated differently, and the saturated soup may be different. After biting, the taste changed from soft to hard, and the taste was also spicy, sour and sweet.

Putting three layers of gherkins into her mouth, Chu Chunhui looked down at the simple meal in front of her, and suddenly thought that it was not long ago. He also intends to go to Red Qingyang, to eat that red. Qingyang is famous for the luxury food in China.

Chu Chunhui asked himself that he was not really a clean leader. I've done something wrong before.

Sometimes, he will justify himself by using people in the rivers and lakes. But at this moment, he suddenly felt that what was wrong was wrong, and there was nothing to excuse.

It is said that the members of the inspection team are walking around, maybe they are already following him,

And if he needs to bear the consequences, he is really pulled off the horse ...

The disappointment of his father and brother, the condemnation of his family, the contempt of his peers, the gloating of the enemy, and his own remorse and anxiety, all of a sudden, like a tide, drowned him.

No, I don't want to! It must not be so!

Fear, like an evil spirit, entangled him tightly. The more he tried to struggle, the more he couldn't.

"Dang!" The sound of chopsticks falling and smashing on the bowl suddenly awakened Chu Chunhui. He suddenly found that he was holding his chopsticks for a few minutes.

On the opposite side, Nan Ming was eating the tofu mound happily. A spoonful of it went down and it was a big mouthful.

However, after eating three slices of gherkins, he actually stopped. He felt that the corners of his eyes were a little damp and wiped them, only to find that he had just been scared and crying by his own imagination.

Nan Ming looked at him and laughed: "Drink some soup."

"Yes, yes, drink some soup!" Chu Chunhui yawned, covering up the fact that she was crying, and gently opened the bowl.

Then he sighed softly.

Sometimes, he really felt that his life was not right, and Heaven was very unfair to him.

Also from a large family, Lu Zhenguo is not as old as him, but he is overwhelmed in all aspects. Even now, he is still crushed to death.

He has been fascinated by officialdom all the year round. The relationship between the couple has long been broken, and the death of his son a year ago was a fatal blow to him.

Fortunately, there was a spare tire of Li Jie, but later he went to prison and became a prisoner.

Even if you want to go red. Qingyang relax, you still have to worry about it. Until now, you can only eat three slices of cucumber to starve.

Why is he so pathetic?

Is there any poorer person in this world than him?

The opposite boy threw him here to endure his own suffering and eat happily.

Eat, eat, why not eat you to death!

In contrast, Chu Chunhui is even more gloomy, and the whole person seems to be shrouded in shadow.

"Well ..." Chu Chunhui sighed again, picked up the spoon, sipped half a spoon of the soup, and sent it to the mouth.

Alas, it's delicious!

Drink it well!

Super delicious!

At that moment, it was like a ray of sunlight came in, all the fear and gloom disappeared, and only the soup in front of me was left.

Good soup, why is there such a delicious soup? What should I do if I can't drink later?

What should I do to get such a delicious soup every day!

What the **** did I worry about?

Some of them have passed? It has been put down for a long time.

And some more, haven't they happened yet? It's not too late to change now, it's not too late!

Thinking of this, Chu Chunhui almost laughed.

Yeah, what am I worrying about?

Everything just now is like a dream of Huang Liang. After experiencing all kinds of thoughts, after waking up, it is just all kinds of dreams.

In front of him was Nanming, who was eating happily, but it made people like it.

"Is the soup delicious?" Nan Ming asked Chu Chunhui.

"It's delicious!" Chu Chunhui laughed. This was too rare for Chu Chunhui, whose gloomy character. "What soup is this?"

"Meng Po Tang." Nan Ming Road, "A cup of clear soup solves all sorrows."

"Meng Po Tang ... what the ghost name! Who got it?" Chu Chunhui was silent.

"I." Nanming said.

Chu Chunhui was speechless for a long while, and the dead child was unlucky in his name.

Isn't this curse that he is a dead man?

But thinking of the experience just now, it seems a little bit interesting.

"What about the plate of gherkins?" Chu Chunhui asked again.

"Naihe Bridge." Nanming Road, "the three-story stone bridge judges good and evil."

Chu Chunhui gaped. The pain just now should be a punishment. So, he is actually a villain?

"Xiaoming, do you and I hate you?" Chu Chunhui asked.

"Yeah." Nan Ming Road, in theory, they are deep in the sea.

Nan Ming's answer was so reasonable that Chu Chunhui didn't say anything for a long time.

"Wait, what's yours?" Chu Chunhui suddenly realized that Nanming had never touched the dish of "Neiheqiao" at all, and had fun eating that tofu pier.

"You can't eat this, you wait ... don't grab it!" Nan Ming took care of him. The last bit of tofu on the plate was snatched by Chu Chunhui.

As a result, for a long time to come, Chu Chunhui was thinking about his original match far away in Beijing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Chu Chunhui decided that he would return to Beijing tomorrow. After the child died, he used work to anesthetize himself , But forgot his wife at home, how did you survive this difficult year?

Sansheng III is unforgettable, and the final dish is called Sansheng Stone. In fact, Nanming was originally intended to share with Zhang Feilin, who thought that Chu Chunhui, the old bear child, was cheap.

This immediately made Nan Ming feel that his appetite was completely absent and tasteless.

Chu Chunhui was really excited, saying, "Why am I hungry after eating this? Is there anything else I can eat?"

"Brother Chaohua, get up." Nanming Road, Jiang Zhaohua smiled and brought two bowls of **** over.

The middle-aged person who came in just now had enough food, got up and left, and took notes when no one was there: "The goal of daily life is quite simple. People only have one bowl of ravioli, one bowl of soup, one plate of pickles ..."

Zhao Gaofeng narrowed his eyes as he disappeared. (To be continued)

ps: Uncle Ha is pregnant, his father will come out soon!