Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

After Tong Yao finished her work, she planned in her mind where she would go the next day before going to bed at night, and what seasonings she would buy to cook after buying the lobster.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep in a daze. I had a somewhat scary dream and before I knew it, it was dawn.

She sat up straight suddenly, and when she thought of the gentle Mr. Fu in her dream peeling crayfish for her, she couldn't help but shiver.

He muttered, "Even if I want to eat crayfish, I shouldn't have such a terrifying dream. It's so scary. Oh my god, I'm scared to death."

Tong Yao got up, washed up, said hello to the Qin family, rode her electric scooter and went to the vegetable market, where she picked and chose and bought four or five pounds of crayfish.

I returned to the house I rented temporarily. Although it was a bit dilapidated, it was at least close to Grandma Qin's house. A two-hour round trip was quite close.

She can come here when she has a break. It always feels a bit inappropriate to cook in the employer's kitchen on her break, so it is better to come to her own little house.

After cleaning, start frying and then braising.

There was a constant crackling sound, accompanied by a fragrance, which drifted far away through the window. Soon, a couple was standing by the window looking out.

The curly-haired girl craned her neck to look, swallowing her saliva from time to time. "Da Hu, I want to eat that. Can you go buy two pounds from someone?"

The man with a tiger tattoo on his arm looked a bit fierce, but he smiled indulgently when he heard this: "Okay, as long as it's something my baby wants to eat, I will definitely get it for you."

Then he walked over and knocked on the window, saying bluntly, "Hey, we are neighbors. Can I buy some of your crayfish? You cook them so delicious."

Tong Yao was startled by the sudden sound, but then she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, realizing it was daytime and safe. She looked over and said, "Are you...a neighbor? I'm cooking this lobster for a friend, not for sale."

The tattooed man was a little unhappy when he heard this, and said with a stern face: "Hey little girl, my girlfriend wants to eat it, so just buy two kilograms. If it's not enough, you can buy more."

"It's not like I don't want to give you money. Why are you so unkind? We are neighbors, right?"

This was somewhat unreasonable. Tong Yao frowned, then saw the tattoo on the man's body and said with a smile, "Sorry, there are only three pounds left after processing these five pounds of lobster."

"If I sell you more, my friend and I really won't have enough. If you want to eat more, turn right and there's a place over there that sells really good food."

The tattooed man glanced around the room and saw that the girl was the only one living there. A lustful look flashed in his eyes, and he stepped forward and smiled meaningfully: "Little sister, are you lonely living alone?"

"If you feel lonely, just knock on the wall at any time at night. We are only separated by a wall. I can always accompany you."

Tong Yao: ... Damn, this is harassing people in broad daylight.

"Get lost! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll call the police."

The tattooed man curled his lips, feeling very disappointed. He looked at her deeply before turning away. He hugged the curly-haired girl and kissed her hard before coaxing her into submission.

The two of them entered the next room in an ambiguous posture, and soon ambiguous sounds were heard through a wall. Tong Yao's mouth twitched. This was the worst alley in this shabby alley.

Old and dilapidated houses are not allowed to be renovated. There are all kinds of people living in one courtyard, and the sound insulation is so poor that it is no different from listening to pornographic pictures.

The woman's strange screams and the man's heavy breathing continued to be heard.

Tong Yao turned up the heat a bit, trying to block out the noise. They kept doing it in broad daylight. These two really had no taboos at all. What were they shouting about on their day off?

Sure enough, not long after, the other people in the courtyard were woken up and shouted something, but the two people here did not react at all.

The more fiercely the visitor cursed, the louder they shouted.

Tong Yao plugged her ears with headphones, thinking that fortunately she only came to stay here on weekends, and the rent was only a few hundred yuan a month, which was indeed cheap. If she was disturbed by the noise every day.