Reporter Zhuang arrived at the magazine, said hello to his colleagues and then returned to his work station. He poured a glass of water and listened to the colleagues chatting and gossiping. The objects of gossip were the designers they were going to interview recently. After all, they were
Artists have outstanding personalities. In addition to admiring their work ability, their gossips and scandals also make people curious.
For example, a foreign Chinese designer who is the most popular in the competition. I heard that he comes from a wealthy family and has so many girlfriends that he can arrange from Pudong to Fengxian. However, those people are willing to do so. It is really evil. A thin voice echoed in his ears, and Reporter Zhuang said from
He didn't want to participate in such gossip topics, so he just sat in front of the computer. He put on his headphones and listened to the two conversations.
Several elements of shopping are nothing more than eating delicious food, drinking delicious food, and then shopping.
Wang had not done his homework early, but too many people knew about the shops he frequented, and his father might find out that he was lazy, so he casually took Pulin to a street Malatang shop. This one
The decoration of the Malatang shop is okay. Although it is not big, it is clean and tidy. There are quite a lot of people in this place, and there are people sitting around.
Pulin's hair color was really ostentatious. After sitting in the corner for a while, many people were already passing by, either going to the toilet, going to the service counter to get tissues or mixing sauce. However, Wang already knew that those people
I was just watching Pulin.
The first time Wang had Malatang in the morning was a few years ago. He originally wanted Pulin to choose the dishes by himself, but Pulin was still playing games, so he could only accept his fate and provide good service. He had never treated his parents so considerately.
Wang Zao sighed in his heart, feeling more and more that he had found an ancestor.
Ancestor was still playing the game, so there was no time to waste. When he was making the dishes, he simply made them spicy or sweet according to his own taste. There was always something he liked. Seeing Pulin finish the game, he coughed because he was busy.
He coughed and said, "It's already cooked. How about playing games later?"
The humble rich second generation, serving people online.
Pulin glanced at the large bowl of Malatang with a large portion and the "eager" customers around him. He didn't seem to have a great appetite. He didn't like this, otherwise he wouldn't have had that kind of experience in Tanhua City.
He has a desire to destroy, and his self-awareness is very clear. He is not of the same species as those on Earth, let alone have empathy for everything here.
Even if he is the person in front of him, he only faces it with the attitude of a supporter. Zhao Changfeng hopes that he will fall in love with this planet, but how can a good person like Zhao Changfeng know how his feelings for his hometown will be destroyed?
What about simple changes.
Not knowing that he was labeled as a provider by Pulin, Wang Zao nodded slightly and looked at him with open eyes, "The chili sauce and sesame sauce I prepared are both excellent, please try it quickly."
Pulin still had no idea of trying, and he didn't pick up the chopsticks.
Wang Zao had some doubts and then realized that this ancestor probably didn't like eating spicy hotpot. He didn't know much about Pulin, it was all about his eyesight, but Pulin looked like he was not an ordinary person, maybe he was.
I don’t like to eat it.
He stared at the steaming big bowl and wanted to eat it. However, he sighed and said: "If you don't like it, we can eat something else. It just seems a bit wasteful..."
The young master of a wealthy family also knew that every grain of rice was worked hard, so there was no reason to leave without eating a bite. He thought about calling his subordinates and asking them to come over and eat them to avoid wasting it. It was just the weather and the fact that it was this time
Malatang, when they come, will definitely taste average, but this is not something he can consider.
Waste. In the Interstellar Alliance, food waste has been completely avoided, and all kinds of clean energy are widely used. However, the level of civilization on the earth is still too backward, and it is far from that.
degree, which he had read from those people's memories, as well as the traditional virtue of thrift.
This person seems to care about this very much.
These thoughts flashed through Pulin's mind for a moment. He thought for a moment, but instead of getting up, he picked up his chopsticks and said, "Eat."
Just two words made Wang Zao stunned for a moment. He just thought that his relationship with Pulin had become closer, so he said with a smile: "Okay, try the sauce I made. It's definitely the best."
A must."
"Hmm." Pulin took a bite and found it wasn't very tasty. He dipped it in the sesame sauce and the taste did change a bit.
Wang Zao said with a smile: "You can try the fried dough sticks again, dip them in spicy sauce. I like these fried dough sticks the most." Although he has not eaten many fried dough sticks since he was a child, it does not prevent him from forcing himself to find topics.
Classify this as a Malatang essential.
Pu Lin picked up another piece of fried dough sticks. The fried dough sticks were soaked in the soup until they were semi-soft. He rolled them in the hot sauce and then put them into his mouth. The fried dough sticks were soft and had a crunchy texture, coupled with the spicy taste, which made him feel happy.
People were refreshed. After Pulin tasted this piece of fried dough sticks, he picked up another chopstick. Wang Zao, who was always paying attention to him, couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Did he like it?
"Not bad, right?"
Pulin didn't refute, and picked up other food under Wang Zao's gaze. If he took two more bites, Wang Zao would seem to be happier. If he only touched an ingredient, Wang Zao would also write it down.
In my heart, I regretted taking this, and I was going to talk to the hotel chef when I went back to avoid making some dishes that didn't suit my taste.
After Wang Zao wrote down these details, he looked up, carefully considered his tone, and took advantage of the harmonious atmosphere to ask the question he had always wanted to ask, "Pulin, where is your home?"
Pulin paused, and the air seemed to have suddenly become colder, even more freezing than the air-conditioning in the store.
Wang Zao was a little innocent. He knew that it was his own problem that made the other party unhappy, but wasn't this problem normal? Did he have a falling out with his family, so that's why he showed such a state when he heard home? He consciously
He guessed some possibilities, so he quickly made up for it: "Do you have a bad relationship with your family, so you don't want to go home? Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you live here all the time. I can support you, so I will support you."
Wang Zao's words are somewhat sincere. After all, it is not an ordinary thing to have a close eye. He is also a rich second generation, so spending some money to raise a rice insect is not a big deal.
There was a pair of girls behind their table. After hearing this, they watched one of them wink and try to calm down. They didn't want to think too much about it, but it was a bit inappropriate to have two handsome guys in front of them discussing whether they could afford to support them or not.
So strange.
Pulin looked deeply at Wang Zao and didn't agree, but he didn't refuse either. He just turned on his phone and chose to log in to the game.