On the other side, Du Qirui walked in slowly on crutches. Seeing me eating noodles, a flash of fear flashed in the old guy's eyes, and he quickly gloated: "Drink some soup, don't be anxious, take your time."
I was almost choked to death. After hearing Du Qirui's suggestion, I picked up the noodle bowl and took a sip of the soup without thinking.
It's okay, it's really okay, the noodle soup is normal.
Except for the smell of fried eggs, everything is normal.
This made me very happy. I had a mouthful of noodles, a pickle, and a mouthful of soup, and I bravely finished this bowl of noodles.
I closed my eyes and devoured the remaining poached eggs.
I won’t tell you what the taste is, but it’s hard to swallow.
Lingxi was very satisfied with the delicious food that I had wiped out. He took the empty bowl to the kitchen and said, "We are still doing this at noon. If you like to eat fried eggs, I will fry one more."
"No, no, no, master, we have guests coming at noon. Let's eat noodles next time." I stood up in horror and stopped him: "Besides, you are the master and I am the apprentice. How can a master cook breakfast for his apprentice?"
"Let me come from now on, but you are not allowed in the kitchen."
I said righteously and solemnly: "Grandma said that Xixi's hands are used for writing and holding books. She cannot be allowed to do chores, otherwise she will kick me out and make me sleep in the yard."
"When did grandma say this?" Lingxi's eyes were filled with anger and her cheeks were red.
"You told me secretly." I snatched the empty bowl from Lingxi's hand and changed the subject: "Master, do you still remember my classmate Meng Fan?"
Lingxi nodded and said, "Remember, he was the one who caused the trouble in heaven and earth."
I sent the empty bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, then hurriedly returned to Lingxi and said, "Yes, it's that damn fat guy."
Lingxi didn't answer, looking cute as if she was waiting for the next step.
I pulled her to sit on the sofa, went to the refrigerator, took out some tea, and said, "Something strange happened to Meng Fan. I want you to help me take a look."
Ji Qinghe interjected: "Senior Sister, you have to make it clear to your classmates that the offer price is three million. Even though we are related and in the name of friends, the hard work and expense cannot be spared."
I sneered and said, "Is the friendship price okay? Let's get a discount."
"Meng Fan's family is relatively wealthy, but it's probably a bit high to spend three million at once."
"His parents run a small business in Jiangxia City, and they have spent a lot of money these days because of his affairs."
Lingxi smiled playfully: "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"
"One, one million?" I quoted nervously: "My life is at stake, master, please help me."
Lingxi asked me back: "Can you make the decision for him?"
Before I could speak, Lingxi's tone became serious and said: "Suning, remember, no matter how good a friend or brother you are, if there is any financial interest involved, you must discuss it with the other party in advance."
"One million, you feel complacent about getting him a friendship price. Then do you know what others think of you?"
"Perhaps he will think that you, a good brother, are not interesting enough for not being able to ask him for free."
"The human heart is not enough for a snake to swallow an elephant. Remember this truth."
I argued: "No, I know Fatty, he is not this kind of person."
Lingxi looked slightly cold and said, "Just because he isn't, doesn't mean his family isn't."
I was in a daze for a moment. Meng Fan's house?
His father was willing to spend 300,000 yuan to buy a piece of useless paper in Xuqingguan. Could it be that he still felt sorry for the 1 million yuan in Lingxi?
Others asked Lingxi to take action. Not only did they offer three million in advance, but they still had to wait for Lingxi to be free.
Because of my relationship, Meng Fan almost didn't need to make an appointment in advance and took advantage of it. If he could have other ideas, wouldn't that be a clear plan to plot against me?
