Porcelain industry leader

Gu Qingchi looked at him, pursed his lips, "When?"

"You're in a hurry than I am," Song Yu poked a piece of cherry tomato, "Then let's start tonight."

"No," Gu Qingchi frowned, "I mean, when do I usually need to come over and cook for you?"

"When it's meal time, it's not too much. Three meals a day are enough. I usually don't eat supper." Song Yu thought for a while and added, "You don't have to come at noon from Monday to Friday."

"I don't have that much time," Gu Qingchi was a little embarrassed, "I'm very busy."

Song Yu stared at him with rounded eyes, stopped the movement of his hands, and couldn't help but swear again, "You have been squatting there for more than two fucking hours just now! Tell me you busy?"

Gu Qingchi was a little helpless, and changed his words: "Sometimes I'm very busy."

When Song Yu asked a question, he never thought that Gu Qingchi would reject him so seriously. He felt very humiliated, and his voice was raised several times, "What are you busy with as a homeless person? You are still busy if you are busy touching porcelain." Want to kill people?"

"I've already said that I'm not a fan of porcelain." Gu Qingchi frowned.

"That's not the point!" Song Yu said.

"Then what's the point?" Gu Qingchi asked.

Song Yu was really embarrassed to ask the question "Are you unwilling to come and cook for me?" He felt that if Gu Qingchi frowned again, his humiliation index would increase by several notches.

"Repay the money!" Song Yu slapped the table.

Gu Qingchi looked at him in surprise, "I don't have any money now."

"Nonsense, of course I know you have no money," Song Yu said, "Then do you really want to make money?"

Gu Qingchi leaned forward, leaned against the edge of the table, and asked tentatively, "Or do you have any other problems that I can help solve?"

"No! My biggest problem every day is what to eat in the morning, what to eat at noon, what to eat at night." Song Yu poked several pieces of cherry tomatoes, stuffing his mouth.

"Okay," Gu Qingchi actually wanted to come over to help. Cooking a meal is much easier than going out to squat and pay debts, but he doesn't have so much free time, so he can only say, "Then I will try my best, what do you want to eat?" Call me ahead and I'll come over if I have time."

"Let's do it." Song Yu saved a little bit of face, so he didn't bother to argue with him so much.

After that, the two held a small meeting for more than ten minutes, mainly discussing the details of the work, down to meal time, taste of dishes and so on.

All Gu Qingchi can do is to nod and say yes, otherwise he will be scolded until he nods and says yes.

Song Yu entered some key taboos into the memo and handed it to Gu Qingchi, "Do you understand?"

"Okay." Gu Qingchi nodded heavily.

Song Yu ate the last piece of the little rabbit, Gu Qingchi went in to wash it with a bowl, Song Yu looked at him with his chin in his hands, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

It feels quite interesting.

A beggar gangster who is not doing business and doing nothing, would do these trivial things so consciously.

It feels like every minute we spend together, we will see a different Gu Qingchi.

Fierce, docile, rascal, well-behaved...

Everyone is him, but not all of him.

These huge contrasts made Song Yu curious about Gu Qingchi's world.

Probably idle.

"Then I'll go first," Gu Qingchi wiped his hands and said, "I'll come back at night when I have time."

"What are you going to do this afternoon?" Song Yu asked.

"Go home, or watch the mahjong hall." Gu Qingchi said.

"Oh, I almost forgot," Song Yu recalled, "Then you usually have to watch there all the time?"

"No, it's usually my dad who watches. If he's not at home, I'll watch." Gu Qingchi said.

Song Yu had a very bad impression of that mahjong parlor. He was afraid that he would get lung cancer if he stood there for a while longer. Except for some retired old men, it is unlikely that there would be any business.

Gu Qingchi's father is also quite amazing, he has nothing to do and can still watch his son goof around like this all day long, if it was him who was so idle every day, Lao Song would probably break his leg.

It's not easy for him to ask about other people's family affairs. After Gu Qingchi went back, Song Yu sat at the tea table and fed the little fish for a while.

He felt bored after just sitting there for 10 minutes. He didn't know how Gu Qingchi survived those more than two hours calmly.

If you want someone else to change, you should have opened your mouth and left.

Being able to stay there for so long must have a lot of things on his mind.

Gu Qingchi went to the mahjong parlor to take a look. His father was playing cards with someone. He said hello to his father and went home.

For more than half a month, he not only had to spend some time to collect debts, but also took time to spend time on the bald man. He never slept for more than five hours. He was so sleepy at Song Yu's house that he dozed off with his eyes open. As soon as he got under the covers, he fell into a dark sleep, until he heard someone downstairs swearing at people in a broken voice, and then he struggled to get out of sleep, frowned and opened his eyes.

He habitually took out his phone to check the time, and found that it didn't feel right in his hand. He was dazed for a while before he remembered that it was Song Yu's phone.

It's five o'clock!

Song Yu has dinner at six o'clock!

Gu Qingchi jumped up from the bed and quickly put on a sweater.

The sound insulation in the bedroom was not very good, and the old north wind, wrapped in a bunch of dirty words from the grandparents downstairs, came in through the cracks in the window.

"He's a fairy, and he drank like this again, what's the matter with spit at my door! What a pity!"

"Drink to death sooner or later!"

"You still have money to buy old wine, why don't you pay back the 200 yuan you owed me last time?"

"Hurry up, hurry up and call his son down!"

Gu Qingchi was still buckling his belt, and when he heard the word son, he walked towards the window sensitively. Although there was a short buffer, he still breathed a sigh of relief the moment he opened the window and lowered his head.

As if someone had tapped his acupoints, he froze in place, or didn't want to move at all.

He hated his dad who drank too much, as if he had just been released from a mental hospital.

There was a circle of people downstairs on the opposite side. Dad didn't know whether it was because he couldn't stand still or didn't want to stand. He was sitting on the ground holding a wine bottle, pointing his nose and scolding the onlookers.

"Old dog beep--(blocked with foul words), I'm drinking my wine, what's in your way, if you have time, you should take care of your family, there are women outside, and you foolishly repost him Where's the money!"

"When will it be your turn to meddle in our family's affairs, a lunatic, I'll be happy to pay for it. What's the matter, I have money, and you, you can't pay for your son's education. An old gangster and a young gangster, sooner or later Everyone die!"

The vulgarity of the confrontation gradually escalated.

Gu Qingchi clenched his fists.

Although he has long been accustomed to this kind of scolding that stabs people's hearts, he was stabbed inexplicably, and there was still a scalding fire in his chest.

"Fucking motherfucker, say it again if you have the guts!" Gu Jian drank too much, and completely ignored the consequences, he picked up the wine bottle and threw it at the aunt's head.

Seeing this scene, Gu Qingchi's hairs immediately stood up, and his body couldn't help leaning forward.

Fortunately, someone nearby reached out to block her, and the bottle fell to the ground and burst with a loud noise.

Gu Qingchi closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Because of this smash, the onlookers downstairs moved away. Someone noticed him and shouted, "Gu Qingchi, your father drank too much again! Hurry up and take him back!"

Gu Qingchi didn't speak, and closed the window.

When I turned around, I heard my aunt cursing and saying that she was going to call someone to beat my father.

In order not to let the situation develop in a more serious direction, he rushed downstairs in a hurry before he even had time to put on his clothes. The moment he opened the door, he shivered violently, feeling that he might be killed before he had time to run to the opposite side. Frozen into a handsome icicle.

"Qingchi!" An old man waved his hand immediately when he saw him going downstairs, and shouted in a loud voice like a broadcasting station, "Come quickly and bring your dad back, it's about to fight, it's about to fight!"

It sounded like a well-intentioned reminder, but the smile and excitement in the voice could not be hidden.

"Hey, Gu Qingchi," someone in the crowd bumped his arm, "Your dad owed me last time..."

When Gu Qingchi frowned and turned around, the man stopped talking.

"Did your dad lose money in a bet again? It's not a problem to drink like this all the time." A woman who Gu Qingchi didn't know whether to call her aunt or grandma came over and asked.

Gu Qingchi didn't bother to answer the conversation at all, picked up his father who was already lying on the ground, and walked home.

"Qingchi, wait a minute."

Gu Qingchi's arm was grabbed by someone, he turned his head with some difficulty.

It was the aunt who was scolding her father just now. When Gu Qingchi passed by, he would politely call her auntie, but after being stabbed by her for no reason, he couldn't call out.

"Your dad vomited me up here..."

Gu Qingchi interrupted her with a cold face, "I'll clean up later."

"Then I'll wait." The aunt rolled her eyes angrily, and then cursed a few times, but Gu Qingchi resisted not looking back.

Song Yu glanced at the time when he walked out of the gym, and dialed Gu Qingchi's number.

No one picked up.

He drove straight to the supermarket to buy groceries.

When the weather is cold, I really want to eat hot pot, but usually he is alone at home, and he is too lazy to make it. When he thinks of cleaning up the mess on the table after eating, he doesn't want to eat it.

It is much more convenient to have Gu Qingchi now.

Gu Qingchi's appetite seems to be quite large, if he remembers correctly, he ate three bowls of rice at noon.

Song Yu bought enough food for four or five people.

On the way home, I called again, and was not picked up until the third call was about to die.

"Hello?" Gu Qingchi's voice sounded breathless, as if he had just finished running ten kilometers.

It's a bit sexy and magnetic.

Song Yu frowned, and asked hesitantly, "What... are you doing?"

"My dad drank too much and vomited all over the floor. I just finished cleaning up." Gu Qingchi exhaled.

"Oh..." Song Yu felt ashamed of his wonderful association just now, "Then come over? I'm hungry."