The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"No, no, we'll go out to eat later. Put the money in the safe first."

Huang Mao gulped down the water, and with great effort he finally moved the cardboard box full of beer bottles. "See?" He turned the combination dial proudly, "These days it's better to keep your money at home than in the bank, it's safer!"

The moment the metal door opened, a few loose banknotes and a red cloth package appeared inside. Huangmao put the new money in and moved the red cloth package to the top.

"What is this?" the young man couldn't help but ask.

"My mother left me a token of her love before she passed away. She said it was a jade pendant passed down from our ancestors, and asked me to sell it when I was short of money, but I couldn't bear to do it." Huangmao closed the safe, "Let's go! I'll take you to buy clothes!"

When the revolving door of the high-end shopping mall opened before his eyes, Huangmao subconsciously tugged at the collar of his washed-out T-shirt. The young man followed him in with a calm expression.

"Hello, sir. What type of clothes do you need?" A clerk in uniform came up to the young man and paused his eyes on his face.

Huangmao cleared his throat and tried to act like a big shot: "Pick the most expensive ones for my cousin! From head to toe, he must have the best!"

The clerk's eyes lit up and he immediately led them to the men's clothing section.

"How about this one?" Huangmao pointed at a dark blue suit. "Wow! It's hand-sewn in Italy. Take a look."

The young man took the suit and walked into the fitting room. When he opened the room a few minutes later, the yellow-haired man was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone. He looked up and was stunned.

The young man was wearing a dark grey suit with a straight waistline, which made his long legs look particularly attractive. He put one hand in his pocket and slowly adjusted his cuffs with the other hand. His cold white skin glowed under the light.

"Oh my god!" The yellow-haired man circled around him three times, "You look more handsome than the stars on TV when you put on this!"

Customers around looked at him sideways, and several young girls who were choosing clothes came over with red faces and took out their phones to take pictures. Even the boss lady, who was used to seeing handsome guys, came over and adjusted the young man's tie herself, her eyes full of admiration.

"This gentleman has such a great temperament. This suit is tailor-made for you."

The young man nodded slightly, "Thank you."

In the next hour, Huangmao seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He directed the clerks to take out various styles of clothes, from casual wear to formal wear, from leather shoes to watches, and he wished he could take the entire mall home.

"Hey, that's enough!" The young man stopped the yellow-haired man who was about to put leather shoes into the shopping cart, "Brother, we have enough clothes to change."

Only then did Huangmao realize that there were seven or eight suits and matching leather belts and watches piled in the cart.

"Okay, then buy this much first. I'll bring you more when it's not enough. Are you hungry? Let's go find a place to eat."

The revolving door of the five-star restaurant was like a huge crystal ball. When Huangmao entered the door, he was dazzled by the reflection from the ground.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Do you have a reservation?" the usher greeted with a smile.

"Uh, no... no reservation." It was his first time coming to such a high-end place, so he was somewhat restrained.

The young man stepped forward naturally and said, "Please arrange a window seat for me."

When the menu was opened, Huangmao's pupils suddenly shrank because he felt that he had met a fellow trader. A truffle steak was priced at 1288. He wouldn't even dare to be so nice when robbing someone!

But since he was already here, he gritted his teeth, pointed at the French onion soup and said, "Here, two more Beef Wellingtons."

When the steak was served, Huangmao stared at the palm-sized steak on the plate, then looked at the three small tomatoes used as decoration on the side, and was so angry that he wanted to curse.

"That's all? How can anyone eat this?" He lowered his voice and complained, "It's not as good as the skewers at the food stall downstairs!"

The meal was finished quickly, after all, it was just a few bites. When it came time to pay the bill, Huangmao looked at the five-digit number on the bill and felt his heart bleeding.

When he walked out of the restaurant, he touched his rumbling stomach and said, "I want to call the police. What the hell is this? I spent 10,000 yuan to eat half full!"

On the way home, Huangmao slammed the steering wheel and took out a wrinkled cigarette box from the passenger storage compartment: "Damn, if I had known that crappy restaurant was so rip-off, I would rather go to the night market and eat skewers!"

The sound-controlled lights in the corridor of the rental house seemed to have asthma, flickering and reflecting the traces of peeling wall paint. Huangmao kicked away the beer box that blocked his way. He just returned home and collapsed on the sofa like a dehydrated fish.

The young man put his things away, took out a cold beer from the refrigerator, opened it and handed it to him.

"It's still more comfortable at home." The yellow-haired man tilted his head back to drink, and put his stinky feet on the coffee table. "The steak in that crappy restaurant is not even as big as my fist, and the taste is not that good. It's as if I didn't eat anything after finishing it."

The young man had already walked into the kitchen. The yellowed tiled wall was polished to a shine, and stainless steel spatulas were neatly lined up on hooks.

He prepared this himself after moving in. He put on a blue and white checkered apron, took out tomatoes from the refrigerator, washed them, and cut them up with neat movements. "Maybe the cooking methods are different. But when it comes to filling up your stomach, noodles are still more filling."

The gas stove was lit, the young man poured peanut oil, and the moment the chopped green onions were put into the pot, the aroma suddenly exploded. He turned his wrist, and the tomato pieces splashed into the pot. As he turned the spatula, the red flesh gradually softened and oozed a thick soup.

Huangmao couldn't help but sit up from the sofa and sniffed hard: "Fuck! Your cooking smells so good!"

The noodles floated in the boiling water. The young man picked up a strand with chopsticks. When he saw that it was transparent with a white core, he quickly put it into cold water.

At the same time, he added beaten eggs to the marinade, and the golden egg flowers spread in the tomato soup. He sprinkled a handful of green onions, turned off the heat, and poured the marinade over the drained noodles.

"It's time to eat." The young man came out of the kitchen carrying two large bowls of noodles. The yellow-haired man rushed to the table, "Oh my gosh! I'm hungry just by looking at this!"

He picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks, the marinade dripping down the noodles, he couldn't wait to put it into his mouth, "Hmm... Delicious! Don't go to any Western restaurant in the future, with this skill, let's open a noodle shop!"

"Eat slowly." The young man handed over the warm water considerately.

The yellow-haired man looked at the young man's gentle and elegant appearance, and suddenly sighed: "Brother, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but the way you speak and act is more gentle and considerate than the girlfriend I dated a while ago... If you were a woman, I would chase you no matter how high or low!"

The young man was amused. "Thank you for your compliment, brother. Although I am a man, I know how to treat others with sincerity. Besides, it is my honor to cook a hot meal for you, brother."

The noise of the night market came from outside the window. Huangmao burped and collapsed on the sofa. The young man cleaned up the dishes and went to the kitchen. He was wiping the stove carefully with a rag when Huangmao's voice came from the living room:

"Brother, stop struggling after you're done. Go to sleep quickly. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to meet Master Bai!"

"it is good."

He responded, washed the rag and hung it up, checked the gas valve again, and then walked out of the kitchen. The young man wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, and saw Huangmao lying on the sofa picking his feet, and a meaningless soap opera was playing on TV.

He sat down on the other side of the sofa: "Brother, do you have any specific plans for meeting Master Bai tomorrow?"

Huangmao scratched the back of his head, "What can you plan? It's just to send you to Mr. Bai, and you are responsible for making him happy. The rest is just waiting for the good things! By the way, you said you can calculate, can you calculate in advance whether this thing can be successful?"