Chapter 5 (2/2)

I don't like to eat, but I still don't say anything.

Xu Haodong can see clearly on one side. Fang Zheng was already curious about the white and fat steamed bun, but Xuelian's sister-in-law thought he was still the same and gave him the oil cake. Fang Zheng was too lazy to fight, so she went on.

Probably, they all have misunderstandings. Fang Zheng doesn't want to cause trouble to others, so he eats oil cakes all year round. Xuelian's sister-in-law thinks it's Fang zhengai?

Xu Haodong quickly brought xiaobaozi a bowl of noodles and pushed it to Fang Zheng.

”Why don't you say you don't like it? I always thought you'd like to eat cakes. ”

”Trouble.”

”She's in business, and she's afraid of trouble. You tell her to change it. ”

”I'm too lazy to say that.”

Fang Zheng slowly picked up a meat bun and bit it. En, delicious! It's much better than oil cake.

”I'll give you a tongue. I'm too lazy to talk about you. ”

Xu Haodong really didn't touch and didn't know that Fang Zhengneng didn't care so much. His mouth was as open as a light, and he didn't open his mouth easily.

How can he be so lazy to talk? He should give the dumb a change if he jumps with two words or three words.

Fang Zheng glances at him. Xu Haodong grabs the cake and eats it himself.

”OK, I won't talk about you. You artists have such personalities, I understand. ”

Artists are very individual, with beards and hair. They don't eat fireworks. One more word is vulgar!

Compared with those artists with beards and braids, Fang zhengshuai is more immortal.

Eight of seven people ate the oil cake, and found that Fang Zheng ate three cages of small meat buns, five in one cage, and 15 in one cage? Why?

”Why don't you eat skin?”

A big bowl of steamed stuffed bun skin, if not for a small hole, would think it is complete.

Fang Zheng was very skillful. He used chopsticks to open the bun skin. As soon as he squeezed the bun, the stuffing went out. He ate it and put the bun skin aside.

Fang Zheng ate two more meat fillings.

”I want to eat meat.”

”Didn't my mother give you a bacon yesterday?”

”I can't do it.”

”Your mother does it!”

”Playing cards.”

”Then you eat, what do you usually eat?”

Fang Zheng pointed to the hotel in front of him. I'm sorry to sigh.

”The cook of their family who made braised pork resigned.”

So Fang Zheng really wanted to eat meat, but after the cook resigned, he couldn't make such delicious meat. It's like eating meat. Any kind of meat is OK. It's also OK if it's braised or hot fried. He wants to eat as long as it's meat.

Xu Haodong is stunned. Fang Zheng has swallowed water when he mentions meat. This is greedy.

”I'll make it for you today!”

”No

Xu Haodong quickly ordered several cages of small meat buns. He ate the skin of the buns and dug out the stuffing for Fang Zheng.

”I can cook, we are grandparents wear, our family are men cooking, today you go to our dinner, make sure you have enough.”

Fang Zheng shakes his head, does not go, buries himself in eating bitterly, eats 20 steamed buns stuffing, drinks the soup.

”I'm full.”

Get up and pay the bill.

”Wait for me, I'll go with you, too!”

Xu Haodong ate all the skin of steamed stuffed buns in two or three, muttering to catch up.

”Seriously, you come to my house for lunch.”

Fang Zheng waved his hand and went home. Xu Haodong chased him to the gate.

”Daughter in law, I'll go shopping. You come to my house for lunch. Don't be embarrassed. What's wrong with eating at your mother-in-law's house! ”

Before and after his feet, Fang Zheng slammed the door. Xu Haodong stressed that he didn't hear him.

”Braised pork, fried bacon with garlic sprouts!”

Fang scrambled for steps and stopped. He didn't give in like meat. He didn't eat or go!Xu Haodong did not entangle, and rushed to the food market.

How easy it is for my daughter-in-law to want to eat stew. If he can cook it, he won't be able to do it.

Their family is a matriarchal society, and women are the whole world. From his father to his eldest brother, they are good cookers. Although Xu Haodong is a third class bastard, he is a chef's material and can shake the spoon. It's just not doing your job.

Fang Zheng went back to his room. His house was the only small western style building in the town. The mayor's home is certainly not the same as the ordinary people. It's a little luxurious. Most of the rooms upstairs are his. Outside the bedroom, it's either a study or a studio.

There are many large drawing boards, finished and semi-finished products, all kinds of pigments, easels, drawing pens, picture books, pencils, colored pencils on the ground. They look messy, but the painter's room seems to be like this, and there is an apron full of various pigments.

Fang Zheng grabs a rubber band, ties up his hair, rolls up his sleeve, takes his mobile phone, lies down and leans on the chair, and then plays.

Find a message, Fang Zheng to open the computer, save the message to print out, and then take out a thick book, paste the message to the book.

After gluing, throw the book away, then lean back, put your legs on the table and close your eyes.

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