Ai Liang left the hotel with the novel under her arm.
After leaving Xia Qiyuan and Gao Bin, he returned to the hotel where he first stayed.
And I read novels here for a whole afternoon.
Anyway, it was past 12 noon, and today's room fee could not be refunded. Ai Liang happened to be looking for a place where he could read a novel quietly, so he made the best use of the room and could also go through the check-out procedures when leaving.
Ai Liang walked on the still unfamiliar streets.
The sun sets, and all the monsters and ghosts wake up.
The street began to become lively, and the scene felt slightly familiar to him.
The same was true in Nevada City ten years ago. At night, the place was full of active young people playing disco, skating, playing sand, and chasing the dragon against the dragon.
However, Qianhua City has not yet reached that level of chaos. Most of the people hanging out now are still students. They are simply enjoying their free nights during the summer vacation.
Ai Liang walked into the supermarket, intending to stock up on some commonly used melon, fruit, pulp, and egg dishes.
After his sense of taste recovered, in addition to reading, he took up food as a hobby.
Ai Liang, who has nothing to do, prefers to cook by himself rather than eating out. This not only kills time, but also allows him to fine-tune the meals according to his own taste.
When passing by the bedding area, Ai Liang glanced subconsciously.
It seems that Ye Qing has already got off work.
There was no one there at this time.
Ai Liang withdrew his gaze and began to walk around the fruits and vegetables area, picking left and right. Unknowingly, there were a lot of ingredients in the shopping cart.
"Please weigh a pound of wing roots."
Ai Liang stood still in the meat area and said to the staff.
The person in charge of the meat section was an old aunt in her forties. After seeing Ai Liang's appearance, she was surprised and said: "Please wait a moment...hey, aren't you Xiaoqing's boyfriend?"
What the hell is a boyfriend?
"Ye Qing and I are just neighbors."
Ai Liang explained calmly.
"Oh, come on. The story about you and Xiaoqing has been spread in the supermarket for a long time. Xiaoqing is very vigilant, how could she go to the supermarket with a stranger?"
The aunt gave an aunty smile and waved her hand towards Ai Liang: "I help you choose bed sheets and quilts, and I buy seasonings with you. Have you already started living together?"
"...really just neighbors." Ai Liang felt that even if he denied it repeatedly, it would be of no use.
Once these gossip-loving aunts believe something, they won't believe it no matter how much you deny it.
"Okay, okay, we are neighbors."
The aunt smiled and packed a large bag of wing roots. In her opinion, the two of them were still young and relatively thin-skinned. It was normal that they would not admit this kind of thing easily.
"Well, I only want one pound."
Looking at the plastic bag handed over, Ai Liang repeated his needs.
Such a large package of wing roots, even without using your hands, you can tell that it is definitely more than one kilogram, at least five or six kilograms.
"These chicken wings will be taken away for processing in two days. I originally planned to give some to Xiaoqing, but who knew she would disappear as soon as I get off work."
The aunt said happily: "Don't worry, the price is still based on one pound."
Ai Liang took the wing root and put it in the cart: "Thank you, I will give it to her when I get back."
"Hey, why are you thanking me? It turns out that when I am too busy on my own, Xiaoqing usually comes over to help. If you want to thank me, it should be me thanking her."
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Ai Liang left the supermarket and returned home with a large bag.
Putting vegetables and other things into the refrigerator, he looked at a large package of wing roots in the bag.
After five seconds of thinking, Ai Liang decided to finish everything before giving it to Ye Qing.
After all, being able to buy five or six kilograms of stuff with one kilogram of money is all because of her face.
It happens to be dinner time now, so just do it.
Ai Liang cut the wing root in half from the middle, put it in a container, then put in a small spoonful of salt, a spoonful of white pepper, a large spoonful of light soy sauce and a spoonful of oil.
Use mental power to mix the seasonings evenly, then cover with plastic wrap and marinate for twenty minutes.
Then Ai Liang took out the bottled honey from the refrigerator, mixed a bowl of honey water, and cut some ginger.
After the preparations were done, and while the chicken wings were marinating, Ai Liang walked to the balcony to collect the morning laundry.
"You're back, have you eaten?"
Ai Liang took the T-shirt in search of fame and left. Ye Qing, wearing the white T-shirt she wore in the morning, was lying on the balcony table playing with her mobile phone. The electric fan next to her was whirring and constantly ruffling her hair.
"Not yet...what about you?" Ai Liang asked back.
"I just finished eating not long ago." Ye Qing put her chin on the table and tilted her head as she replied.
Ai Liang, who was suddenly spoken to, took the clothes and it was not convenient for him to leave directly.
"Why are you playing with your phone here? It's more comfortable inside the house."
"Of course it's because the sun has gone down and it's cooler outside, and the room feels like a stuffy stove."
Ye Qing's tone had a hint of laziness, like an orange cat that had just woken up and was lying on the mat to wake up.
"The living room is not ventilated, so turning on the air conditioner can only cool you down for a while. When the air conditioner is turned off, it turns into an oven. Moreover, the air conditioner also consumes a lot of electricity. Sometimes I keep turning on the air conditioner for comfort. At the end of the month, the electricity bill is simply heartbreaking."
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ai Liang always felt that Ye Qing's attitude towards him seemed to have softened a lot.
During the chat, he noticed the variety show playing on Ye Qing's mobile phone and asked: "Do you like watching variety shows?"
"It's not bad. When I was in the orphanage, all the time I watched TV were variety shows. If I didn't want to watch, there was nothing else to watch. Over time, I got used to it."
After hearing this, Ai Liang didn't know how to answer the question.
It's like everyone is discussing that my family and I went somewhere during the summer vacation, and suddenly you say that my parents died in a car accident, and I have been working all summer to pay for my tuition.
A perfect end to the topic.
But Ye Qing didn't care, and she quickly changed the topic.
"You said that now that smart phones are so popular, what else is the role of TVs? It seems that only children who are not yet literate and some middle-aged and elderly people watch TV, right? For example, the TV in the living room, which I moved to
Starting from here, I haven’t opened it five times in total.”
"In order to push some social news messages, after all, if you don't open specific software on your mobile phone, it will not play news by itself."
Ai Liang didn't feel any embarrassment when seeing Ye Qing, and didn't mind chatting with her for a few more words. Anyway, the chicken wings weren't marinated yet.
"That makes sense, but it's a pity that I turn on my phone instead of turning on the TV, which consumes power and doesn't have the programs I want to watch. I have to pay for it every year. It's basically useless except for the screen projection, which makes watching more comfortable. I
I don’t play games.”
Ye Qing is not interested in TV sets. In her opinion, it is just a large mobile phone with limited functions.
"The elimination of televisions cannot be completed overnight. After all, many people are engaged in related occupations. Even if the income from televisions gradually decreases, a hasty suspension of production will still have a huge impact on the industrial economy."
Ai Liang analyzed the pros and cons of the television industry very rationally.
"...Do you boys always like to talk about society when you are chatting? Why do you talk about the industrial economy while chatting? I don't understand."
Ye Qing couldn't help but complain.
Half of her face was pressed against the table, and she tilted her head to look at Ai Liang, looking a little silly.