Handsome guy, just follow me

It all started when I got up late that day and didn't have time to eat breakfast.

By the time I rushed to clock in one minute before being late and changed into my work clothes to start a new day, I had already been snatched from Sister Wang’s Yunpian Cake, Xiaofei’s toast, and Chen Fan’s. Half a cup of coffee stuffed me half full, and my stomach finally stopped protesting at me with sonatas under the relief of Baijiafan, comfortable.

But some people like to jump out without vision at this time, destroying the beautiful atmosphere of hello, me, hello, everyone, socialist colleagues love at this moment.

Xiao Guo, who is also in charge of wealth management business like me, licked his shiny lips and said, "It's good to come to Kesheng fried again..."

Without hesitation, I gave him a "vicious" look with the highest level of ferocity——

Damn it is this evil person, just now I just glanced at him before I had time to say a word, he performed a unique skill of swallowing siu mai for me as if facing a big enemy, I don't think he just transferred to the financial counter Who brought him up with feces and urine... It seems a little wrong, anyway, that's what it means. When I think that I am not as good as a siu mai in the eyes of this guy, I hate it...

Xiao Guo's IQ suddenly went online, as if he understood my inner monologue, and explained to me embarrassedly: "Brother Ye, don't be angry, I didn't mean it, but it's not ordinary siu mai, it's this year The last one is Xiasha Shaomai! If you want to eat it again, you have to wait until the bamboo shoots are on the market next year..."

Even the recitation with rich voice came out, as if what he was talking about was not a siu mai, but the last cabbage harvested by the old mother who had experienced the bitterness of life in the cold winter, and the last cabbage held tightly by the soldiers who fought bloody battles in the battlefield. Bows and arrows, those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry...

Nima heard me even angrier, okay?My life is incomplete if I miss such a meaningful siu mai!I... I haven't tasted Xiasha Shaomai yet. By the way, is there any mysterious relationship between this type of Shaomai and You Hongming's "Xiasha" song?

It is said that Xiao Guo is the most blind person in our sub-branch. He added shyly at such a sad moment: "And I am still young. My mother said that a guy like me who is around 24 is still going on. If you want to grow your body, you must eat enough for breakfast, and if you miss a siu mai, your nutritional intake for the day will be unbalanced."

Prosperity, democracy, friendship, our day, our day, our day.

Don't stop me!See if I don’t beat this 24-year-old boy to death today, I’ll go back to the vegetable market to buy some lotus root and pinch a Nezha to compensate my aunt. !

As if he was finally shocked by my sharp eyes, Xiao Guo returned to his normal tone in a second and said with a smile: "Brother Ye, don't get excited, I was wrong, I was wrong, I invite you to eat Xu Ji Sheng Jian at noon, let alone the last one, as long as you eat it You have to move, the last pot is yours!"

I straightened my collar, and glanced at him haughtily, with a tone full of contempt: "You want to send me away after a meal? Am I such an unprincipled person?"

Xiao Guo continued politely: "With a bowl of duck blood, no coriander or green onions?"

"It's almost there."

I left behind a lonely figure who seemed to be out of this world, and I was going to go to the lobby to hold a morning meeting that was close to pyramid schemes but was never banned, and then I devoted myself to another day of hard work...Damn, it feels a little bit different I'm hungry, but the state of being half full is really bad, it's all Xiao Guo's fault, see if I don't eat poor him today!

I don’t know if it’s because I was stimulated by my fierce eyes in the morning and got frightened, or it’s just that God opened his eyes to fight for me. Xiao Guo’s chrysanthemum seemed to be cursed. He ran to the toilet four or five times in the morning. They were all thin, and the old man Le shrank into bamboo chopsticks.

So when it was lunch time, Xiao Guo, who was already close to a useless person, abandoned me decisively after trying to lure me into the group and rejected me. He ordered himself a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. He waved at me weakly with a disheveled face: Brother Ye, I'm on the verge of death and I can't share the prosperity of the world with you. Please take my share and live well... remember Be sure to dip it in vinegar, otherwise it will be disrespectful to fried...

I really want to add bricks and tiles to this melon who is on the verge of death, what should I do?

Chen Fan has to stay at home as a meal partner, and I don’t want to eat with Sister Wang and the others. The eldest sister has a happy life and a happy family, but I can’t see the young people of the right age in the industry who are still stubbornly single—like me, the topic is twisted and turned at the end Most of the time, I ended up going back to the matter of introducing the object. In order to avoid embarrassment, I'd better be a cold man and enjoy eating alone.

At this time, I am particularly envious of those sub-branches with their own canteens. Regardless of the taste, they can always meet the most basic physiological needs when they are too lazy to run out, which saves trouble!Forget it, for the sake of the generosity of the rice post, I can bear it a little longer.

From this point of view, the existence of Xiao Guo is more meaningful than imagined, maybe I will give him some Xieliding and the like, don’t let my lotus root be ready, he has already ascended from bamboo chopsticks to toothpicks .

Xuji Shengjian’s business is so good that there are almost no empty seats. You have to queue up to order, and you have to queue up to be seated. I stood by an old couple for 10 minutes before I sat down as I wished. The blood soup was long overdue.

The Chinese meal that took more effort than usual made me miss Xiao Guo for the second time today. At this time, I heard a magnetic voice sounding from the opposite side of me: "Excuse me, is there anyone here?"

Although it is only natural that the restaurant business is so good, sharing tables is a matter of course, but I still feel a little unhappy in my heart. I have spent so much effort to squat like an idiot, why should others share half of the fruits of my labor just by talking?There is an inexplicable feeling of being taken advantage of...

However, when I looked up and saw the face of the person who spoke, the previous discomfort immediately dissipated completely. Damn, this person is so handsome!

The author has something to say:

BG coded [-] to [-] characters and couldn’t write any more, so this short story appeared as a pastime, just for fun~