"Cleavened eggs, lean meat, porridge, you make them, I'll eat them," Sun Wenqu said again, "In addition, don't have slices of meat, I like minced meat."

When Fang Chi walked into the kitchen, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mr. Huang was meowing in the living room, holding his throat and acting coquettishly. He stood in front of the desk, holding a pot.

It was surprising that Sun Wenqu liked cats so much, but it was even more surprising that Mr. Huang was actually a sissy...

Oh, skin egg lean meat porridge.

Fang Chi usually cooks himself. When he went to elementary school in the county, he started cooking for himself. His mother was very busy. Sometimes he had to cook and deliver it to the store. After junior high school arrived in the city, he had to do everything by himself.

A lean meat porridge with peeled eggs is very simple for him.

It’s where Sun Wenqu has neither lean meat nor peeled eggs...

"You have nothing here?" Fang Chi soaked the rice first and walked out of the kitchen.

"Go and buy it, there is one in the supermarket opposite." Sun Wenqu was already lying on the sofa, with a warm water bag on his stomach. Mr. Huang sat on his chest and pressed his claws against the tip of his nose and stared silently.

"I..." Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

"Take the money yourself." Sun Wenqu pointed to the wallet on the coffee table.

Fang Chi went over silently and pulled Zhang Yibai from his wallet, turned around and walked for two steps, then stopped and turned to look at Sun Wenqu: "Where is the key, I'll take it, you won't need to open the door later."

"You just jump over the wall and jump into the window." Sun Wenqu said.

Fang Chi stared at him for a few seconds, stopped talking, and closed the door and went out.

"Did he really pick it up?" Sun Wenqu pointed his cat's nose, "Why did you give you such a name? You don't look like a general."

The cat meowed and his paws hugged his fingers.

"But it was quite clean," Sun Wenqu moved his finger to tease it, "It was delicious. A liar picked up a cat and went back to serve him, and he was not afraid of affecting his career in fraud. Do you think so?"

The cat lowered his head and rubbed against his chin.

"Have you eaten him? Can you take it? Will you give me medicine..." Before Sun Wenqu finished speaking, he felt a pain in his stomach as if it had been scraped by a blunt knife. He frowned, "It's a life."

The stomach hurt continuously at the beginning, and Sun Wenqu was in no mood to tease the cat, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He got up and took two medicines that Ma Liang bought for him yesterday, held the cat and the water bottle and put it on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

He felt a lot of stomachache. He closed his eyes and stood up for a while, then he let out a long sigh of relief after he took a little relief.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and rest for a while, I suddenly heard a sound in the yard. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the curtains moving. Then Fang Chi jumped in from the window with a plastic bag from the supermarket.

"You are in and out of a world where no one is coming, this is a move that will be done," Sun Wenqu closed his eyes, "Are you still doing part-time jobs tonight?"

"You asked me to jump," Fang Chi said, putting a roll of change in his hand on the coffee table, "I'll put the unused money here."

Fang Chi is usually wearing a lazy casual outfit and has a headphone around his neck. He doesn't look like a cook, but Sun Wenqu pricked his ears and listened to his movements in the kitchen.

When the sound of chopping meat in the kitchen came out, Sun Wenqu turned his head in surprise and stared at the kitchen door. The sound sounded very skillful, but it was just two knives.

I even felt like I had the rhythm of the nightclub.

He stood up from the sofa with his cat in his arms, walked slowly to the kitchen door and took a look. Fang Chi was lowering his head and chopping the meat quickly.

"You are going to a vocational school, you are a chef?" Sun Wenqu asked.

Fang Chi stopped chopping meat and turned to look at him: "Junior high school is nine years of compulsory education, and vocational schools are high schools."

"It's so deep into the play," Sun Wenqu was amused, "When are you going to pretend?"

"There is not enough time now, so I cooked it in one pot. You can open it yourself in half an hour. You should have it separately, but you have a stomachache? This way the meat will rot a little," Fang Chi did not answer his words, put the chopped meat in a bowl and marinate it, and began to cut shredded ginger again, "I'm going to school tonight, it's too late."

Fang Chi was also very skillful in cutting ginger shreds. He felt that his eyes didn't even look at the knife, so he cut a small pile of shreds of shreds of ginger and put them in a bowl and mixed them with the meat.

"I don't know." Sun Wenqu pinched Mr. Huang's ears.

Fang Chi paused, turned around and leaned on the desk, looking at him: "Can you eat?"

"Yes." Sun Wenqu smiled.

"I opened it myself and ate it." Fang Chi said.

Fang Chi did not stop after cooking the porridge for a long time. He took the back of his schoolbag and picked up the cat bag.

However, Sun Wenqu was leaning against the kitchen door and hugging Mr. Huang. Seeing him carrying a cat bag, he didn't mean to put Mr. Huang down.

"That..." Fang Chi had no choice but to point to Mr. Huang, who had only one head exposed in his clothes, "I'm leaving, cat for me."

"You go to school to take the cat?" Sun Wenqu didn't move, but just scratched Mr. Huang's head with his fingers. Mr. Huang immediately squinted his eyes with comfort.

"I'll take it to the pet hospital." Fang Chi stretched out his hand.

"Is sick?" Sun Wenqu looked down at the cat.

"No, it's... I'll take it to castrate and sterilize it," said Fang Chi, "Give it to me, I have to leave."

"This cat is not old enough, so it will take eight months, so young," Sun Wenqu glanced at him, held the cat back to the sofa and leaned on him, "You go, the cat lends it to me for two days."

"What?" Fang Chi was stunned.

Although Mr. Huang has never treated him well for two or three months since he picked it up, he still likes Mr. Huang very much and serves him with a smile every day. He never thought of letting him go out to wander again.

Now Sun Wenqu just said so lightly and would stay for two days to play?

He was a little unacceptable.

The main reason was that he was worried that Sun Wenqu would be able to return the cat to him after playing for two days.

Just forcing him to sign a service contract, I probably won’t be able to steal a cat.

"Two days of playing," Sun Wenqu held the cat, "Why, I borrowed all 100,000 yuan from you. I will borrow a cat and I will play for two days without doing it... You go away quickly, I have a lot of stomachache."

Fang Chi looked at the time. When Lao Li had a cat in the classroom for the first evening study every day, he promised to go. If he was late again, he would be chanted to death by Lao Li.

"I'll come here to get it tomorrow." Fang Chi frowned, put down his cat bag and turned around and trotted out.

There was no time to have dinner, so Fang Chi bought two bread on the way. When he arrived at school, he ran and jumped up to the fourth floor classroom.

When I went to the fourth floor and turned up the corridor, there were several people standing around the corner. Fang Chi didn't look closely and probably was hiding there to smoke. It was all here. No one cared about the teachers who could not lift them up anyway.

When Fang Chi was about to turn to the classroom, someone in the corner said sarcastically: "Isn't this Fang Chi? I'm in love with you?"

Fang Chi stopped suddenly, took a step back and looked into the corner.

Four or five people stood there, including those from Class 5 and Class 6. Fang Chi saw Zhang Jian standing against the wall behind the two of them.

He took a step down the stairs.

Zhang Jian immediately shrank back.

But followed by the laughter of several people. I don’t know if it was laughing at Zhang Jian’s words or his actions.

Or maybe he was just laughing at himself who had just made a comeback for Xiao Yiming.

"What are you doing!" Old Li's voice came from the third floor, "If you don't go to self-study, go back! Why are you piled up here?"

Fang Chi stared at Zhang Jian, turned around and walked quickly through the corridor toward his classroom. Behind him, you could hear a few people talking and laughing while following him.

Fang Chi's expression was probably not very good when he walked into the classroom. The few people in the front row were talking and shut up when they saw him.

I can't tell what I feel.

Annoyance, irritability, anger, and uneasiness, or fear that you want to avoid but can't get rid of it.

Liang Xiaotao just raised his hand to talk when he saw him, but was stunned after seeing his expression: "What's wrong?"

"No." Fang Chi sat down, grabbed the paper in his schoolbag and threw it on the table.

"Is it..." Liang Xiaotao came over, stopped halfway, took out a box of milk and put it in front of him, "Do you drink it? It smells like yellow peach."

Fang Chi didn't make a sound, and took it over and inserted it into the straw and sucked the box a few times.

"Oh, I've been hungry for half my life," Liang Xiaotao sighed, "I still have a few bags of hand-torn tofu, can I eat it?"

"Not to eat." Fang Chi lowered his head and started writing the paper.

All night, he spent his entire life writing papers and reading books like a top student, without even lifting his head, and he was almost moved to tears by himself.

After halfway through the last self-study session, the teacher who was answering questions in the classroom left. Fang Chi collected the things on the table and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

"Leave?" Liang Xiaotao, who was discussing what midnight snack to eat with the person next to him, asked.

"A moment." Fang Chi responded, threw his schoolbag on the table, and walked out of the classroom.

There was no teacher in the classroom of Class 6. People who were tired of reviewing all night were relaxed at this moment, and many of them were chatting.

Fang Chi kicked open the front door of the classroom and walked in.

Everyone in the classroom stopped and looked at him.

Fang Chi swept around the classroom and found Zhang Jian sitting in the last row near the back door. He couldn't help but tickled, saying that he would have kicked the back door if he had known.

He exited the classroom again and walked to the back door.

The back door was not closed, and he walked in again. Zhang Jian had guessed his purpose and wanted to run away when he stood up.

Fang Chi took a step forward and grabbed Zhang Jian's collar and pulled him back hard. Zhang Jian staggered back and almost sat on the ground.

"Fang Chi, you..." Someone standing up next to him wanted to stop him.
Chapter completed!