My magic stick is going to heaven!

The whole body is bright, tidy and clean. The gas stove used in the kitchen is extremely expensive. In ordinary people’s homes, they still use firewood stoves. This gas stove cannot be used at all, because coal mines are used to make gas, and coal mines are owned by the government. Control, unified production and mining, and the control is particularly strict.

Wen Changlang lives in Wenjia Town, and has always used wood-fired stoves. This gas stove really doesn't work. He held his chin, thought hard for a long time, snapped his fingers, and there it is!

After the sound of ping-pong-pong below stopped, Shang Yanzhou's always sensitive nose smelled a very strong smell of oily smoke. He changed his clothes, walked down, and turned around the kitchen to have a look. No matter how elegant his image was, he was now embarrassed Cracked:

"what are you doing!"

It turned out that Wen Changlang himself built a stove on the porcelain white floor, put a big pot in it, and started a fire!

Shang Yanzhou wanted to go in, but the strong smell of oily smoke made him cough. Wen Changlang turned his head and grinned at him, saying:

"The gas stove won't work, but this stove is better!"

Shang Yanzhou forbearance: "...Really?"

"That's right, something made this way, Xiang!"

Wen Changlang poured boiling water into it, poured noodles, oil and salt, and put a few green vegetables.

When the two bowls of noodles were on the table, Wen Changlang took two pairs of chopsticks, put one pair in front of Shang Yanzhou, and lowered his head to eat the other pair by himself, muttering while eating:

"Hurry up and eat! Your master Wen's craftsmanship is very popular with those starving ghosts! When I donate to those lonely ghosts every year, I make things that even ghosts from the underworld look eagerly at."

Shang Yanzhou sat upright, looking at the bowl of noodles, his eyes gradually darkened, finally, he picked up the chopsticks and put a bite into his mouth, he seemed to feel good, so he ate slowly.

After waiting for Wen Changlang to pick up the noodles in his bowl, he seemed to feel that he was not full enough, so he inserted a chopstick into Shang Yanzhou's bowl, and dragged a clip of noodles over.

Shang Yanzhou's face darkened, and he lost all smiles: "You...please pay attention to your self-cultivation!"

Wen Changlang raised his head, and while eating the noodles dragged from Shang Yanzhou's bowl, he replied seriously:

"Cultivation? I'm still paying attention to this issue!"

Shang Yanzhou sneered, "Really?"

Putting down the chopsticks gracefully, Shang Yanzhou took the napkin on the table, pursed his lips, then stood up, and said in a serious manner:

"Eat slowly."

After finishing speaking, he went up to the second floor without looking back. Wen Changlang took a fixed look at him, then dragged his bowl over and poured it all into his own bowl. The rest of the soup is finished, don't waste it!

After eating and drinking enough, Wen Changlang finally realized with conscience that Shang Yanzhou seemed to have eaten a few mouthfuls just now, and this was his silver ticket, so he couldn't starve to death.

So he turned his head and went into the kitchen, made a new bowl of noodles, and fried a heart-shaped fried egg by the way to express his apology.

With his face in his face, Wen Changlang ran up, slammed the door of Shang Yanzhou's room open, and shouted:

"Comrade Shang!"

As soon as he finished shouting, Wen Changlang saw Shang Yanzhou sitting at his desk with a file in front of him.

Hearing Wen Changlang's name, Shang Yanzhou flicked through the file and paused, then said in a serious tone:

"Mr. Wen, please change your address."

Wen Changlang carried the face over with a flattering expression, and put it on the table with a playful smile.

He always felt that although Shang Yanzhou smiled at everyone and was as gentle as jade, but the smile was from the bottom of his heart, which always made people feel a little indifferent and alienated.