I have ten trillion licking dog gold

What is happiness?
The cat ate fish.

Dogs eat meat.

Ultraman fights monsters.

It could also be like this: If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, we'd finish with a hot pot and add a bowl of noodles.

The slogans posted on the unpainted cement walls are humorous and interesting, and the retro decor instantly transports people to the 1980s and 90s.

Nowadays, the restaurant industry is competing not only on taste, but also on cultural atmosphere.

"You're not eating staple food?"

There were seven or eight empty wine bottles on the ground, and the skewer container was almost full. Neither of the two men were particularly burly, but they were quite strong eaters. Although the skewers weren't expensive, judging by how they ate, the bill would definitely not be cheap later.

But it doesn't matter, it's not like he's paying.

"I never eat staple food when I eat hot pot."

"I can't. I need to eat something, or I'll get hungry." Zhao Fan ordered another bowl of fried rice. As a manual labor job, delivering packages is all about physical strength, so he definitely eats more than the average person.

"Want some more?"

Zhao Fan asked.

The last bottle of wine was almost empty.

"random."

Mr. Jiang's alcohol tolerance isn't particularly high; he can't even outdrink some of the women, but he can easily down a few bottles of beer.

"Two more bottles, please."

Zhao Fan shouted crisply.

Just like romantic evenings, it's not just about talking about love. In fact, when gay men chat and joke around, time flies by quite quickly. Before you know it, more than an hour has quietly evaporated in the bubbling hot pot.

The shop faces the street, where the streetlights are already on. Under the hazy night sky, cars come and go, and the parking spaces in front of the shop are full. The shop is bustling with business.

Jiang Chen reached out and turned on the screen of his phone on the table. It wasn't that he didn't check for missed calls or unread messages; it wasn't on silent, so he would definitely know if there were any messages. He just wanted to check the time.

7:24.

"You're not going back today, are you?"

Zhao Fan said, "Shouldn't we be reimbursed for travel expenses when delivering goods to other places?"

Of course.

It's not far by high-speed train, and it's even faster by plane. If you had boarded a plane when you sat down, you should already be in the East China Sea.

However, flying is too extravagant and definitely can't be reimbursed.

"decide as things go."

Mr. Jiang said, "I'll finish the last sip of wine in my glass and put the empty bottle down at my feet."

"Open it," Zhao Fan said, and the waiter brought over two bottles of wine.

"This is the last bottle."

Mr. Jiang said, "If we're too late, there won't be any trains left."

"I think you shouldn't leave tonight. How about this, come stay at my place, and I can save you a night's room fee. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"You don't have a house yet, do you?"

"You don't have a house, so where do you live?"

Zhao Fan smiled and asked back, clearly referring to the rented apartment, but to his surprise, the other person replied, "I have a girlfriend."

Repeating the same trick over and over again.

Both the lethality and the insult will be greatly reduced.

Zhao Fan didn't seem to care. "So what if you have a girlfriend? I used to have girlfriends too..."

and many more.

Zhao Fan suddenly frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I'm staying at my girlfriend's place."

"..."

Zhao Fan remained silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Are you sharing an apartment?"

"Her own house."

"Your own house?"

Zhao Fan was incredulous and excitedly asked, "Your girlfriend owns a house in Donghai?!"

"correct."

Mr. Jiang nodded casually.

Zhao Fan's lips twitched.

It's not spicy.

—Damn it!
He thought the other person was a kindred spirit, but little did he know that the other person was someone who took shortcuts. No wonder he didn't take it seriously at all when they talked about how Donghai couldn't make a living there that afternoon.

Zhao Fan took a big bite off the cumin-flavored lamb skewer, made a show of it, and his eyes turned disdainful.

How old is your girlfriend?

"25."

Zhao Fan is certain.

25? Shouldn't it be 55?

"Is your girlfriend a native of the East China Sea?"

"No. She's my junior from university."

A female college student?

That must be a rich kid.

"Then why are you even delivering packages? You might as well just lie down."

Zhao Fan adjusted his mindset very quickly. Dating a rich woman was shameful, but dating a rich second-generation was a skill.

Who wouldn't want to take such a shortcut? It's just that most people aren't lucky enough to do so.

"Didn't you say that a man only feels at ease when he spends money he earns himself?"

Zhao Fan smiled, holding the skewer, and hesitated before asking, "But won't your girlfriend mind your income?"

Mr. Jiang said frankly, "She is proud of me."

Zhao Fan's expression twisted slightly, revealing the common human emotions of envy and jealousy, which finally turned into a sigh.

He finally began to understand where the other person's composure and confidence came from, even though they were both deliverymen.

They say loving others is like growing flowers.

Actually, it's the same for both men and women.

This guy's composure and calm demeanor are all thanks to his girlfriend.

"You are a role model for us."

Zhao Fan willingly offered the toast.

Boss Jiang remained calm and composed, raising his glass as he said, "A man should strive to be strong."

Zhao Fan smiled, increasingly feeling that this guy had a rich soul.

There are so many hungry animals in the world, why should others be able to eat swan meat?
There is a reason.

"And you just said you and Pei Yunxi..."

Zhao Fan raised his glass to his lips, teasingly, but before he could even swallow, he heard someone say, "That's a close female friend."

"Cough, cough, cough—"

As expected, another sudden coughing sound rang out.

It has nothing to do with mental preparation.

Who can resist such a talent for humor?

Zhao Fan raised his hand, palm facing Jiang Chen, head down, and simply spat out all the wine.

"my question."

You've already admitted defeat, why are you still so ungrateful?
Zhao Fan wiped his mouth, deeply reflected on his actions, and ordered a bowl of fried rice, which was then brought over.

"I'm going to eat now. Aren't you going to give me some?"

Mr. Jiang shook his head.

Zhao Fan stopped being polite, took out a tissue to wipe his hands, and placed the food in front of him.

Half a day.

The phone didn't ring.

Obvious.

It's highly likely that it won't ring again.

Someone who expresses their attitude through concrete actions is not disappointed.

Pei Yunxi is not an unreasonable person, and I believe the misunderstanding should be cleared up. Some communication does not necessarily require language.

"Go to the bathroom."

Mr. Jiang stood up.

Zhao Fan hummed in agreement. Whether his kidney function was too good or not, he didn't need to excrete the beer he drank. He continued to focus on eating.

"Jingle Bell--"

Suddenly.

The phone rang.

Zhao Fan looked up at the person opposite him, whose phone, with its screen lit up, was lying on the table, untouched.

Zhao Fan didn't pay attention and certainly wouldn't take it upon himself to pick her up. He was so preoccupied with his own little world that he didn't notice a very strange woman walking into the skewers shop. She was wearing a long down jacket with a high collar that almost covered her chin, a mask, and a fisherman's hat.

That's fine, it's not an exaggeration to say it's for keeping warm, but she was also wearing sunglasses.

In other words, her entire body was almost completely covered, with hardly any skin showing, and even her ears were covered by her long, dark hair.

With one hand in her pocket and the other holding her phone, she looked around and then spotted Zhao Fan's table, or rather, the ringing phone on the table.

She put her phone, along with her hand, into her down jacket pocket, then walked slowly toward Zhao Fan's table with her hands in her pockets. Strangely, after this woman put away her phone, the phone that Boss Jiang had left on the table also stopped ringing.

Zhao Fan unconsciously twitched his nose and smelled a strong aroma that even the aroma of hot pot couldn't mask. He looked up as if he hadn't noticed it.

He was startled.

He stared blankly at the alien-like woman sitting opposite him, then looked around.

"...Is something the matter?" (End of Chapter)