The next morning, Zell opened his eyes.

There was a drizzling sound outside the apartment.

He looked out the window and it was raining.

I was a little annoyed and there seemed to be no rain gear in the apartment.

I don’t know when the rain will stop and whether it will delay work.

It was useless to think too much. After getting out of bed and washing, he wiped his face, fiddled with his hair that would not be messy, and then used his fingers to tighten his face to check the growth of his beard.

There was some stubble on his lips. As usual, he wanted to shave it with a razor, but when he started, he suddenly thought of something.

Well, Poluo also has a beard.

Bronn also said that beard is a symbol of maturity.

And today is indeed a bit different from yesterday.

Or just leave a small beard as a souvenir. It doesn’t take long, just light it.

Zell returned to the bedroom and started wearing it, and the stubble was lucky enough to escape.

Outside the window, the rain was still falling, and there was no sign of weakening.

Zell frowned: "It's time to go to work in the rain."

As a social terror, Zell certainly would not do such troublesome things as borrowing umbrellas from neighbors.

He would rather eat unflavored dishes than ask for a spoonful of salt next door. He was going to go out to get a haircut, but he washed his head first, otherwise he would be afraid that the barber would say that his hair was too oily.

Following the apartment's spiral stairs is a public restaurant, and sometimes Zell will buy some breakfast, but won't eat it here.

There were some people sitting in the restaurant, all of whom were tenants of the apartment, but no one would say hello to Zell except the old man who collected the rent, because Zell had never spoken to them on his own initiative.

Zell looked at the rain was not very heavy. As soon as he was about to walk out, he heard someone talking to him.

"Are you planning to go out like this?"

On the side of the steps in front of the door, a familiar figure came into view.

Roy held an umbrella and waited downstairs.

"Why are you here?" Zell acted unexpectedly.

Shouldn't he waited for him to open at the door of the store?

"Are you worried that someone will go to work in the rain and then spread the cold to me." Roy muttered, stretching out his index finger and covering his nose horizontally.

This move almost treats Zell as the source of infection.

"Well, thank you for your concern." He scratched his head embarrassedly, and then asked, "But how did you know I plan to get in the rain."

Roy showed a speechless expression: "Last time I came here, I found that there was no rain gear at home. You can know this kind of thing if you think about it."

"Hiss..." Zell took a breath.

Is this outrageous thing to remember if I only come once?

He is indeed a well-trained spy!

After taking a look, Roy only held an umbrella and then walked over with a thick face.

In the small circle, the two of them face to face, Zell could smell the fragrance of the shower gel on her body, and... huh? What's going on with this durian smell?

He lowered his head and saw the bag in Roy's hand, and the steaming food covered the paper bag with wet.

"What are you going to eat, let me get some off." Zell said without any notice.

Roy glanced at him, then took a piece of pie out of the paper bag and put it on his mouth and took a bite, giving Zel the yellow filling inside.

“Chesy, durian, pineapple pie.”

Zell's pupils shrank suddenly.

Good guy, it turns out that the durian flavor comes from here!

"Are you not afraid of gaining weight when you eat such high calories early in the morning?"

Roy glanced at him and continued to eat: "The manager sat on the sofa every day without moving. You should worry about yourself. Look, I brought you a serving, don't you mind eating durian, right?"

She raised the paper bag in her hand, but Zell did not take it as soon as possible.

It turns out that people here also know that not everyone can accept durian.

The durian thing is polarized like coriander.

People who like it are very much like it, but people who don’t like it will vomit after smelling it.

But Zell is quite special.

He doesn't like eating durian directly, but he likes pizza with durian.

I don’t know how they make it, but the durian on the pizza does not smell that heavy.

But don’t try to cook durian in the microwave at home, otherwise someone in the owner group would ask who was cooking shit that day.

Zell took the bag: "I don't mind if I don't mind, but I want to eat the piece on your hand more."

Roy suddenly stopped halfway through chewing.

"I've bitten it all."

"I'm going to bite it. There's a saying that the rice in other people's bowls is delicious."

"Then why don't you go and compete with Poluo for food?" Roy looked at him with a look of a lunatic look.

If she hadn't been afraid that he would get wet in the rain, she would have taken a few steps back with an umbrella.

In order to finish the job early, Roy still accepted Zell's request and extended the pineapple pie to his mouth.

"Give you a bite."

Zell took a bite and pulled out the silk of the hot cheese, which broke after reaching the stretch limit, and fell softly on the gap in the pineapple pie.

This is mixed with durian. If it is a pure cheese with good quality, it can be pulled very long.

"..." Roy looked sad.

Why do people eat cheese without cutting off their front teeth? This looks like a dog has gnawed it, how can she get her mouth off?

Zell chewed on the pineapple pie, and through the taste and taste, you can clearly feel that the quality of the flesh and cheese is excellent.

It must be a fine product made by a professional pastry chef at home, and it is difficult to buy outside.

"It's delicious." Zell didn't eat her for nothing. He took the umbrella from Roy's hand: "I'll get it."

"Yeah." Roy shrank his shoulders and leaned against him.

Watching the two of them leave side by side with umbrellas, a group of single dogs in the public cafeteria silently put down their breakfast.

"I'm full."

"No more eating!"

"The things in your hand suddenly stopped smelling!"

...

In the cafe.

Roy makes snacks and feeds Poluo, busy and busy.

Gwen followed her, fighting like a little follower.

Everything returned to the familiar rhythm. Zell checked everywhere, and moved out of the warehouse any raw materials, and then sat on the sofa and started reading the newspaper.

Open the Poluo Book and turn to the perspective of the mustache.

At first glance, there was a small boat with no one.

Where is Bronn? Why aren't you on the boat?!

He quickly switched to the third-person perspective. Zel saw Bron floating on the sea at this moment, with a mustache on his head, and a mustache on his head.

The nesting dolls got up.

"Hiss, are you stacking arhats?"

"Man, you're here!" Bron laughed: "I accidentally saw this embarrassing thing for you."

"What's going on."

"A wave came just now, and the boat overturned accidentally." Bron's voice could not hear any worries, as if it was just a trivial matter.

Being in the sea is like taking a hot spring for him.

Sometimes he would swim in the sea of ​​ice in winter, with thick ice on the sea and terrible sea worms dormant below.

And the sea area under him is not even frozen, so for him, the ice man, just taking a hot spring bath.
Chapter completed!