Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Xiao Yang is only 17 years old this year and rarely comes to Cheng Ying's house. He seemed a little restrained at this time and only took the dish in front of him when eating.

The fat man was like he was at home. He picked up a few pieces of fish for Xiao Yang with his chopsticks and said with a smile:

"You're welcome. Even though Brother Ying seems cold and unremarkable, he's a good cook and can open a restaurant."

Xiao Yang originally thought he was just being polite, but after chewing a few bites, his eyes widened.

"Fresh but not fishy! Springy but not woody." He bowed to the lukewarm Cheng Ying and said:

"This fish is so delicious, grilled fish must be even better. Teach me how to cook fish this afternoon. We can grill it on the balcony so it won't disturb my sister-in-law's nap."

"Puchi!" Jingzhi covered her mouth and laughed. She took off her slippers, put her bare feet on Cheng Ying's feet, and gently stroked them. Seeing that he suddenly buried his head in eating, Jingzhi smiled and looked at Xiao Yang, "I don't need to take a nap. Ah Ying has a regular schedule. He needs to sleep."

The fat man tapped his forehead with the end of his chopsticks. "Oh, it's true. Brother Ying used to take naps in the office."

He grinned at Cheng Ying who was looking at him and winked, "You haven't been to the store for so long, I almost forgot your habits. It feels good to have a girlfriend... right?"

This fat guy, how come he becomes so annoying after not seeing him for a few days?

Cheng Ying put down his chopsticks, gritted his teeth, grabbed the notebook beside the table and began to write, "I'll go back to work tomorrow morning."

He paused, his mind suddenly reminiscing about Yiling and Lin Wei, and then he slid his pen:

[How is Brother Wei these days? ]

"What's up?" The fat man glanced at his notebook, took two more mouthfuls of rice, chewed them casually a few times and swallowed them, then sighed, "Ever since that little pony policeman died, he's been hiding every day."

"I don't know how long he'll hide. Another batch of muddy new stuff arrived from the mainland. Brother Wei didn't take it, but gave it to our old rival, the Qinglong Gang. Tsk."

"What do you mean by new stuff with mud on it?" Jingzhi asked.

She really couldn't understand this kind of underworld jargon.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, holding the bowl and looking at Cheng Ying, "You didn't tell her what you do?"

Before Cheng Ying could answer, the fat man put down his chopsticks and started to scold himself, "Brother Ying, you, you can't do this, aren't you lying? And you... well, you're just a hooligan!"

Xiao Yang opened his confused yet innocent eyes, "What...what is that? Fatty, what are you talking about? I don't understand. Aren't you talking about the new stuff?"

He turned his head to look at the two parties involved, and they blushed and avoided his sight.

Their eyes met, and they suddenly lowered their heads, revealing two sections of their necks, each section was redder than the other.

The fat man wanted to laugh, but was afraid of teaching Xiao Yang bad things.

"Hey, kid, don't ask questions!"

When Cheng Ying heard this, veins on his forehead throbbed, and he felt both annoyed and embarrassed.

This guy really heard it!

He wrote vigorously, "I don't participate in Brother Wei's business, nor do I ask about it. I just want to know, after you sent A Ling home that night, did the police come to your house again?"

[Also, she knows all my secrets, so you don't need to worry about them.]

"Am I worrying about nothing? I'm just worried that a girl like her will be cheated by a scoundrel like you."

The fat man muttered softly, but before he could finish, Cheng Ying withdrew his foot that was pressed by Jingzhi and rolled hard on the fat man's instep, looking at him as if he were a dead man.

"Ah, ah, ah... In her eyes, we're just hooligans, so why can't we talk about it?!"

Cheng Ying looked at Jingzhi with some uneasiness. She didn't mind that he was a mute, but... would she mind that his profession was not glorious enough?

Jingzhi slowly gave him a piece of meat and asked:

"Have you falsified the accounts in your store?"

Cheng Ying was stunned for a moment and didn't respond to her question, but he still shook his head honestly.

He hired a real accountant who would definitely not cook the books.

"So, have you ever provided a place for illegal elements like prostitution, gambling, and drug-related activities to gather for sex?"

Cheng Ying still shook his head.

"Finally, honestly, and in accordance with the Constitution, have you ever harmed the people or committed any other illegal or criminal acts?"

The fat man was very anxious. "I tell you, Brother Eagle is just an outlier in our gang. He just scares people with his sniper rifle every day, but he has never hit anyone... Uh-huh!"

Md is so embarrassing!

Cheng Ying tightly gripped the fat man's neck and covered his mouth with force, squeezing his fat face until it was deformed.

Just say it, why make him sound like a noob.

Didn't he miss?

It was obvious that he didn't want to fight.

Jingzhi stood up with a smile, walked to Cheng Ying and patted his shoulder.

Cheng Ying turned around in confusion, and she immediately placed a kiss on his lips, "Our Ah Ying is a good man, untainted by the mud. I will reward you with a kiss of love."

Cheng Ying released the strength in his hands and covered his mouth. The fat man immediately cried out in pleasure and turned his head towards Cheng Ying, shaking his eyebrows wildly.

"Brother Ying, you are so loving~~"

"I want a kiss too~~啾啾~~"

Just as he pouted and moved closer, Cheng Ying, disgusted to death, raised his big palm and pretended to swing it over. The fat man held up the notebook on Cheng Ying's desk and said, "I'll block it!"

Xiao Yang was intrigued by the fun and reached out to tickle the fat man's armpit, causing the fat man to tuck his arm in and his hand to tremble.

"Snapped!"

The notebook fell to the ground.

"Snapped."

There was another crisp sound of flesh.

The fat man's head was buzzing, and his eyes were full of stars. He covered his face and turned to look at Xiao Yang with resentful eyes, "I'll kill you, do you believe it?!"

"I didn't hit you, why don't you do it to Brother Ying."

"You..." The fat man almost vomited blood. It was obvious that he couldn't win.

Xiao Yang slowly wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue, then spread his hands. "You're just like Brother Ying, both of you are outliers. You keep saying you want to kill this person, kill that person, but in the end, no one is killed. You don't even know how many times you've been beaten by others."

He raised a hand. "I've seen it happen more than five times on the road alone."

"You!!" The fat man pointed at his nose, his hands shaking with anger.

Jingzhi was trying so hard to hold back her laughter that she held Cheng Ying's shoulders with both hands, crouched behind him, and turned on the vibrate mode.

The glacier in Cheng Ying's eyes melted, and he smiled. He put his hand behind her back, put it around her waist, and patted her gently.

Xiao Yang gently lifted the fat man's fingers, which were shaking like a candle in the wind, and raised the corner of his mouth with a disdainful sound. "Brother Ying is powerful. He can shoot any way he wants. Fatty, you are just asking for a beating."

The fat man slammed the table and stood up: "You t*... I t*m..."

Fat Brother chattered away for hundreds of words, frequently using the word "mother". Xiao Yang cleaned his ears, sat there without any itching or pain, and listened attentively.

Jingzhi raised her hands and silently covered Cheng Ying's ears, "Be good, don't listen, these are all fragrant words, you can't learn bad things."

I cannot agree with the obscene language.

Fortunately, they both had almost finished eating. Cheng Ying picked up the bowl of brown sugar water opposite and handed it to her, then pointed to the kitchen.

[You drink it. I won't take a nap at noon. I'll wash the vegetables. You watch over me.]

The brown sugar water with ginger was a bit spicy for the throat, but Jingzhi couldn't finish it. She took half a bowl and sipped it slowly, following him closely. "Okay, I can help too. I can cook too."

The bags of vegetables were placed on the chopping board. Cheng Ying selected two oval potatoes, washed off the mud, then filled them with warm water, put the potatoes in the vegetable sink and handed them to her.

[Just wash it for fun, and return it to me when the water gets cold.]

Looking at the potatoes floating on the water without a trace of mud, Jingzhi was speechless. He put down the bowl and stamped his feet lightly, "I really can do it. Don't underestimate me!"

He smiled gently, "Yes, you can."

"You do not trust me?"

【letter.】

"Then why did you keep cooking ahead of time these past few days without giving me a chance to show you?"

【…】

Cheng Ying choked, a hint of guilt appearing in his eyes.

He knew she was a good cook.

A few days before his death, she cooked three different meals for him every day, but in order to reject her, he refused to eat a single bite and once even spilled his soup.

The only time I ate it was the breakfast she made.

A bowl of tomato and egg noodles.

He moved his hot eyes away, looked at the water flowing into the sink, and sniffed secretly.

If possible, he would like to eat the noodles she made again in this life.

He didn't dare to hope for anything else, nor did he have the face to hope for it.

Cheng Ying's hands moved fluently. He quickly washed the dishes and then prepared the side dishes in an orderly manner.

There was something wrong with his expression. Jingzhi bit her lip and said nothing, for fear that he would recall some bad memories.

So she pretended to be affectionate and acted like a spoiled child to divert his attention——

"Little Eagle~"

"You underestimate me."

After washing the vegetables for a while, he straightened up. The redness in the whites of his eyes had faded, but the corners of his mouth still had a gentle smile. He leaned over and kissed her pouting lips. "I'm not looking down on you. Your stomach is uncomfortable, so don't touch the cold water."

After getting out of bed, he was so well behaved.

Jingzhi felt a little embarrassed.

She drank the sugar water in a few gulps, rolled up her sleeves, and went to rub her potatoes obediently.

The atmosphere in the kitchen is very harmonious.

The two people who were arguing outside the house lowered their voices at some point and started talking to each other secretly.

The fat man pinched his nose and said, "It's all the sour smell of love. Did we come at the wrong time?"

Xiao Yang crossed his arms and glanced at him calmly, "It's because of you. You said Brother Ying hadn't been to work for a long time and I was worried he'd die at home, so I followed you."

"Damn!" The fat man rubbed his burning right cheek and muttered softly, "I'm just worried that something might happen to him."

Judging from Jingzhi's actions just now, she no longer had the murderous aura that he saw in the store at that time, and his fat brother could finally rest assured.

"Then... do you still want to eat?" Xiao Yang asked.

"Eat! Why not?!" The fat man leaned back on the chair with his belly sticking out like an old man, his hands crossed behind his head, and said with a satisfied look on his face:

"Even though coming here to eat grilled fish is just an excuse, Brother Ying's cooking skills are indeed good. I'm not lying about that. Your sister Jing seems to be very hospitable too. Let's eat first and then leave."

Xiao Yang twirled around playing with the lighter on the table, raising his chin towards the kitchen with a half-smile, "She's hospitable, but Brother Ying isn't. Have you forgotten? Even Sister Ling can't enter his office."

"What's that!"

The fat man patted his chest and said proudly: "What's the relationship between him and me? We are close friends after a fight!"

"Puchi!" Xiao Yang let out a laugh. "He's hitting you unilaterally."

"What the fuck are you talking about!"

Seeing that the two were about to start cursing again, Jingzhi suddenly stuck his head out, waved at them, and said apologetically:

"Aying asked you to come over and help pick bean sprouts. There is strength in numbers."

Cheng Ying opened the half-closed sliding door and stared at the fat man lying on his back with his dead eyes.

Did he just say that to her?

He clearly said that we can’t let these two people just eat and not work!

The fat man felt a chill down his spine when he was looked at by him. He stood up suddenly, smiled awkwardly and walked over quickly, "Give me the bean sprouts. We can do it on the balcony. It's too crowded in here, there's no room for a fat man like me."

"Oh!" Jingzhi turned around and went back to get it. When she came out, she was holding not only bean sprouts in one hand, but also cucumbers, bean skin and konjac cubes in the bag. In the other hand, she was holding a chopping board and a kitchen knife.

"Let's go. I've been kicked out too."

She smiled at the two of them and walked towards the balcony outside the living room.

The sun is shining outside and the balcony is warm.

There are many green plants in the corners on both sides of the wall, as well as plastic cat beds that have turned yellow due to the sun.

Jingzhi paused for a moment, then moved his eyes away from the cat bed and raised his chin towards the folding table folded up by the wall.

Xiao Yang was very perceptive and immediately took it and installed it, and also brought over a few stools.

The fat man quietly took out a few cans of beer and closed the glass door without leaving any trace.

When the last crack was closed, he turned around, breathed a sigh of relief, opened a bottle of beer and gulped down a few big gulps. The water droplets on the bottle were pressed by his fingers and condensed into a big drop, which slid along his wrist and into his sleeve. Fatty didn't care at all.

"Burp..." It was a long burp, which sounded particularly rhythmic to him.

Jingzhi smiled and took out the bean sprouts and placed them on the table. "Don't drink yet. He told us to cut off the heads and tails, leaving only the white bean sprouts in the middle. You bought these yourselves, so you two are responsible for cutting them."

The fat man waved his hand, which was a bit surprising, but he also started working as if he was familiar with the job. It was obvious that he had done this job many times before.

While preparing the food, it is a good time to chat about gossip.

The fat man drank half a bottle of wine and was the first one who couldn't hold it anymore.

"Sister Jingzhi, don't you think Brother Ying is a bit picky?"

"You can eat both the head and tail of these bean sprouts, but he insisted on picking them off. It's such a hassle."

Xiao Yang, a young and intrepid young man, continued to retort, "Then how come you're so skilled at it? Was it because you didn't have Sister Jing's support before that you didn't dare to say it to his face?"

A bean sprout was thrown at Xiao Yang's face. The fat man gritted his teeth, but had nothing to say. He... really didn't dare to say anything.

Jingzhi held her belly, giggling and laughing so hard that she couldn't lift her head.

It seems that there is a reason why Cheng Ying is willing to stay with Lin Wei. These people are really interesting.