"Here comes the noodles!" The boss is really a bold man. When eating noodles, he brought a stainless steel basin, full of noodles in clear soup, and three ceramic sea bowls as personal tableware. He also brought out hot pork dumplings.
One pot, a bowl of spicy peppers, a pot of kung pao chicken as side dishes, and finally, three or five heads of garlic were thrown on the table.
Lu Zhengkang took a photo of the Long Live Band and returned to the dining table to eat. Su Xiangli was holding his own bowl and chopsticks, a little at a loss. The boss calmly took the serving chopsticks and gave the little girl a pound of noodles, and then motioned to her.
Choose whatever you like as a topping.
Lu Zhengkang grinned, and put some of the minced pork stir-fried with bean paste, spicy chili, and diced chicken into his bowl. Only children make choices. Like me, I want them all. Mix up my own noodles.
, Lu Zhengkang took another head of garlic and peeled it carefully.
The boss saw him eating garlic and noodles, as unrestrained as a boy from the north, so he was very happy and even asked him, "Do you want more? I'll cook some more."
"Enough, almost enough. No need to bother, eat, eat some noodles."
Lu Zhengkang saw that the basin in the middle of the table was filled with at least six kilograms of noodles. It was like food in a pig pen. It was mushy. The diners were not big-hearted. It was really hard for a rough mind to accept. At least Su Xiangli found it hard to accept.
, her view of food culture is under severe impact.
What does the dining table in her impression look like? Exquisite small plates hold small portions of food, and the bowls and plates are gathered together. At first glance, they look like beautiful clusters of flowers. The spoons and chopsticks are arranged like branches, in an orderly manner.
But now it is really different. The food is actually a washbasin. The washbasin is a tool for washing your face. How can it be used to hold food?
The great "cook" should sit on an elegant porcelain cup, not squatting in a basin!
Lu Zhengkang knew at a glance that the little girl was having a temper, so he took her bowl, put a spoonful of red oil, some diced chicken, stirred it, rolled it up, "Here, open your mouth, ah"
Su Xiangli resisted for half a second, and then silently accepted the feeding.
Lu Zhengkang became impatient after feeding it twice, "Just eat by yourself, I have something to ask."
"oh."
Lu Zhengkang turned to the boss and asked, "I want to buy Wanqing and Wanzai discs. How much does it cost for a record player?"
"These are not for sale. I think your brother is a good person, but I still can't sell them to you. Many of them are out of print. I spent so much effort on them."
Lu Zhengkang explained, "I bought Wanqing's "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man" because my great-grandfather likes this song. Does he know who he is?"
"Hey, this young man is really good at joking. How do I know who your great-grandfather is? I'm not a fortune teller." The boss's mouth was full of garlic, which stung his eyes and choked his nose.
"My great-grandfather's name is Lu Xuefeng."
"Oh, Lu Xuefeng, huh?!" The boss slapped the table and stood up. The bowls and bowls on the table trembled, and Su Xiangli almost poked his chopsticks into his nose.
Lu Zhengkang said with a smile, "I said my great-grandfather is a long live guitarist."
"Is it really him?" Tears welled up in the boss's narrow eyes, "I am his idol, no, no, no, he is my fan, no, bah bah, ah!" He clapped his hands and looked up to the sky and laughed, "I can't.
I like him!"
"He is a farmer now."
The boss looked happy and said, "It's okay, it's okay. Even if my idol takes out shit, he is the most artistic." After he finished speaking, he realized that he was speaking unobtrusively. When he thought about it, he suddenly lost his appetite. Instead, he was a child.
His mind is clear and he doesn't think too much about his foul language.
With the protection of his great grandfather, Lu Zhengkang finally got what he wanted. He spent a thousand and sixty-six dollars on a mid-range second-hand record player at a discount, mainly because he could not buy it on the e-commerce platform. In addition, the boss also gave him the album "Long Live Long Live" as a gift.
One copy each. Lu Zhengkang also asked for some other albums, but the quantity was small and the boss was reluctant to give them.
Finally, the boss entrusted Lu Zhengkang to bring back the idol's autograph.
Everything was packed into a small cardboard box and packaged for the robots to hold, but not for them to see. If they saw it, all the money and time Lu Zhengkang spent would be in vain.
I still have to find a way to fool my parents...
Su Xiangli suddenly asked him, "You are so rich, how did you save it? My parents don't let me use the money."
"There is a saying that takes from the people and uses it for the people." Lu Zhengkang shook his head.
"What are you trying to fool me?"
"I told you that my great-grandpa gave me a pair of headphones."
"Did you sell the headphones?"
"No, it has nothing to do with the headphones. My money was given by Teacher Zheng, but now the headphones are pledged by him, and he wants me to redeem them when I make money in the future."
"Hey, you're so stingy." Su Xiangli pouted, "You were already prepared. What a pity."
"What's the pity?"
"It's okay, I'm home, don't ask." Su Xiangli touched the mobile phone in his pocket and asked for a small amount of pocket money this time. He thought Lu Zhengkang couldn't afford it, but now she didn't have the chance to show off.
Chance.
Alas, it’s just a small amount of money.
"Ahem, let's not talk about this first. I have to put the things we bought at your house first."
"Why?"
"My parents will definitely disagree, and it will be very troublesome to explain when the time comes. I plan to take you to my great-grandfather's house during the National Day. I will send your things there by the way."
"Isn't it just a singing...ah!" Su Xiangli was covered by Lu Zhengkang.
"It's that thing, don't say it."
Su Xiangli felt a little suffocated by him and couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick Lu Zhengkang's palm.
"Hey, you're so disgusting." Lu Zhengkang took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands in disgust.
"Ugh, your hands are salty."
"Okay, okay, stop talking. I know my hands are salty. Can you stop them from being sweaty?" Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and sniffed it, then whined again, "Your saliva stinks!"
"It's garlic that stinks, no, I don't stink, you stink the most! It's smelly and bad!" Su Xiangli was furious.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Don't say that. It is said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. I am just bad in the first place. I must have stayed with you for a long time before I smell bad. Confucius said, 'Living with good people is like entering a house of orchids.
If you don't smell its fragrance for a long time, you will be transformed into it; if you live with unwholesome people, it is like entering an abalone house, and if you don't smell its smell for a long time, you will be transformed into it.' Do you know what it means?"
"Me!" Su Xiangli said hard, and then realized that he really didn't understand at all, so he turned around and asked Baiyang Yangzhen, "What does he mean by this?"
Baiyang Yangzhen: (_) "Classmate Lu said you are a salted fish."
Su Xiangli was stunned for a while, "No more?"
Baiyang Yangzhen: "Yeah."
Brother: "This passage about Xiaolu comes from "The Analects of Confucius"..."
"Shut up." x2
Su Xiangli pounced on Lu Zhengkang, "I'll kill you!"