Big Brother's Little Sheep

Yu Xin is not a big shot, but a local snake in Desheng Street.

There were not many people following him, except for the children in the grade of the grandson of the seventh wife and some middle school students, only Binbin remained.

Yu Binbin is his distant cousin, who didn't have the life to study, went to a vocational school, and now runs a car repair shop.

When Yu Xin wasn't collecting protection fees, she would spend time in Yu Binbin's car repair shop.

He is more relaxed than Yu Binbin, because he got a lot of money from the demolition, so he can think about his personal career relatively easily - he has been thinking about it for three or four years, and he is still a low-ranking local snake.

"Brother Xin." Yu Binbin said, "If you have nothing to do, can you cook for me?"

"What meal?" Yu Xin asked.

"Just the Thai-style pineapple fried rice you made last time." Yu Binbin smiled, "My girlfriend likes it very much."

Yu Xin bit the unlit cigarette.

"You can't learn by yourself? Let me do it every time, and then borrow flowers to offer Buddha. It's easy for you."

Yu Binbin kept laughing: "Where can I do better than you?"

Yu Xin thought about it, and felt that Yu Binbin was still very self-aware.

He stood up abruptly, feeling a strange impulse and courage in his heart.

"I'll do it." He said, picked up his wallet, and rode his bicycle to the vegetable market.

Yang Zhen said that he was in charge of one meal a day. In order to extend the follow-up time of this meal indefinitely, Yu Xin interpreted it as "responsible for one meal a day".

Because the business of Yangji chicken shop is best in the evening, Yu Xin took the initiative to help Yang Zhen with work after dinner.

After a few days, everyone on Desheng Street knew that Yangji Chicken Shop was covered by Brother Xin.

Yang Zhen found that his shop was covered by Yu Xin, which was of no benefit to him, and he still couldn't make ends meet.

"It's like this." He decided to talk to Yu Xin, "Although things like chili sauce and soy sauce aren't worth much, you can't just let someone take them away."

"Qi Po's cooking at home, there is no salt for the time being, so I borrow some." Yu Xin said.

"Then what about the chili sauce I just bought yesterday?" Yang Zhen felt very tired, "I shouldn't dip the chicken in chili sauce, so I didn't buy much. Who is that? You just asked him to take a bottle?"

"It's Uncle Chen on the opposite side. He has bad legs and the supermarket is too far away." Yu Xin said, "I'll help him go shopping tonight, and I'll bring you a bottle by the way."

Yang Zhen said that I am not stingy.

Yu Xin said that I know, and I am not blind and generous.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds, and Yang Zhen looked away first.Yu Xin was wearing a vest that was wet with sweat, her hair was so short that it stood on end, and her big round eyes were staring at herself, which made him feel quite funny.It's not angry, but helpless, because there are many differences between this kind of Yu Xin and the Yu Xin in his impression.

Yang Zhen: "...you are a prodigal, do you know that?"

Yu Xin's heart felt hot, and she beamed with joy: "The prodigal? Whose family is the prodigal? You and I are in the same family?"

Yang Zhen: "If you do this again, don't come here again."

Yu Xin forgot that her meal was used to offset the protection fee, so she quickly promised that she would never give anything from the store to anyone again.

Yang Zhen packed up the things in the kitchen and prepared to have dinner with Yu Xin.The store mainly sells chickens now, and he plans to start selling set meals after his leg injury heals.There was only white rice in the rice cooker, and in order to lure Yu Xin into the bait, he tried his best to make the rice delicious, so he cut up two emperor sausages and threw them in.When the rice is cooked, the aroma of the sausage will be fully baked by the steam, and the souls of the dead meat will all be reborn lively, pouring out in groups, making the mouth water.

Yu Xin likes to eat this simple meal.But today he went out of his way and took out two lunch boxes from the bag he brought with him.

Yang Zhen: "?"

He put a plate of stir-fried cabbage and a plate of leftover boiled chicken on the table.When he sat down, Yu Xin's face was filled with joy, and she opened the two lunch boxes she brought.

Yang Zhen looked at the lunch box, then at Yu Xin.He thinks Yu Xin's expression is very interesting now, like a child desperately craving for praise.

He did enough acting, pretending to be surprised: "You did it?"

Yu Xin was both nervous and happy: "Yes. I'm not very good at cooking, so fried rice is fine."

The lunch box is golden pineapple fried rice, mixed with peas, corn, and broken eggs. The appearance is really not good, and because it has been placed in a sealed container for a period of time, the heat condenses into water droplets in the box, and the rice grains are a bit damp. .Yang Zhen didn't want to eat it when he saw it, but Yu Xin looked too eager, so he had to stand up with the lunch box: "It's getting cold, I'll bite it."

The kitchen is Yang Zhen's territory, and Yu Xin couldn't go in, so she watched Yang Zhen walk in carefully, and put the lunch box into the microwave.

Yu Xin was not in a hurry, he was confident in his specialty dish, so he picked up the sausage in the rice piece by piece and ate it.

The microwave oven turned slowly, and Yang Zhen suddenly raised his head and asked him a question.

"Do you really want to know what happened to my leg injury?"

Yu Xin swallowed the sausage in her mouth, and nodded cautiously.

"It's nothing, it's just that when I was riding a bicycle down the mountain, there was a problem with the brakes and I broke my bone." Yang Zhen said.

Yu Xin let out an "oh".

He didn't feel very distressed.As a man, as a gangster man, Yu Xin felt that a little injury on a man's body was not a big deal.

"The car hit hard." Yang Zhen acted nonchalantly, "I checked and the brake line was cut."

Yu Xin was taken aback and almost stood up: "Who did it!"

Yang Zhen smiled, did not speak, and took out the lunch box from the microwave oven where he had completed his work.Yu Xin was still in shock, only to see Yang Zhen put the two lunch boxes on top of each other, turned around and walked out.

His heart moved, and he quickly stopped: "Yang..."

That's too late.Yang Zhen's hands trembled, and the two lunch boxes fell from his hands at the same time, and fell straight to the ground.

Yu Xin only had time to grab one, the other fell to the ground, the lid came loose with a bang, and all the contents inside spilled out.

Yang Zhen tried his best to regret: "Unfortunately, I was not sure."

Yu Xin hurriedly looked up at him, put the lunch box in her hand aside, knelt down and brushed the rice off his feet. "Does your foot still hurt now?" Yu Xin asked while picking it up, "How long will it be better?"

Not hearing Yang Zhen's answer, Yu Xin raised her head.

Yang Zhen lowered his eyes to look at him, and the lights in the store fell on top of his head.Yu Xin noticed that the expression on Yang Zhen's face was a bit strange.

Thinking, excitement, and a little bit of contempt that has quickly disappeared.

"Yang Zhen?"

Yang Zhen nodded and said in a low voice, "It hurts, it hurts every day."

With a low voice, he stretched out his hand while speaking, and touched Yu Xin's head.

Yu Xin's face was a little red, and she didn't know what to do for a while, so she could only blink desperately: "?"

"You can do it for me tomorrow." Yang Zhen said.

Yu Xin was still squatting on the ground looking up at him, her Adam's apple moved slightly, and she swallowed: "Okay."