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Chapter 107 I Have No Fixed Place
Zhang Buxi: "..."

Lin Yuanyuan also said: "I know that your circle is quite complicated, and the amount of money spent is astonishing. I just don't know if the thing you encountered this time is serious or not, and whether the house is sold enough."

"I'm still studying and don't have much money, but I have a scholarship, and I have saved more than 6000 so far. I'll get it for you, but if you have a lot of money, you have to pay me back. My money didn't come from the wind. "

Zhang Buxi: "..."

I suddenly hesitated about selling the house...

It seems that I can't do it!

Zhang Buxi coughed twice, tugged at the hem of her clothes, and stood up straight: "I'm not short of money, I just said that, Yuan Yuan, don't take it seriously."

After taking two steps, Zhang Buxi turned around again: "Don't go to get the scholarship, you save it and buy more spicy sticks to eat."

Lin Yuanyuan disagreed: "Sister Xi, in essence, Latiao is junk food, and I don't eat Latiao. Theoretically speaking, I'm already in college and not in kindergarten, so I don't like Latiao."

Zhang Buxi's eyebrows twitched again and again, but she didn't say anything in the end.

After staying for a while, Zhang Buxi was about to leave, but Lin Yuanyuan stayed for dinner.

"Sister Buxi, my parents are not here today, so you can just have a meal and try my handicraft."

Zhang Buxi's kindness was hard to turn down, not to mention Du Yuehong was not around, so she stayed.

This feeling of being left by relatives to eat is really subtle. Ever since Xu Jiangzhen went abroad, she felt like a lonely old man.

In the original book, Zhang Buxi seldom meets Lin Yuanyuan when she comes back to Tianxin Homeland. Du Yuehong is always there.

Before Lin Yuanyuan entered the kitchen, Zhang Buxi wanted to help, but Lin Yuanyuan pulled her out and asked her to wait.

Waiting and waiting, so I waited until 06:30 in the evening, and I was stupefied with cold smoke and cold cooking.

Zhang Buxi went to the kitchen to look, and then saw a few dishes there.

It was hard to see what dish was on the black plate. The soup was colorless, and there were two vegetable leaves on it, which were still raw. In fact, it was nothing. After all, it was all vegetarian. The fish looked pretty good.

Zhang Buxi walked over to Dingqing to take a look.

Alright... raw boiled fish, the fish has not been disembowelled or scaled, just boiled like this! !

"Yuanyuan, I think we should go out to eat!" Zhang Buxi suggested.

Lin Yuanyuan shook her head: "No, no, you have to try my cooking."

"...Actually, you don't have to be so polite." Zhang Buxi felt like running away.

"I'm not being polite to you. After you taste the food I cook, you remember to give me a score so that I can know how my cooking skills are."

"..."

After eating, Zhang Buxi seemed to have experienced a catastrophe.

"No sister, how does it taste?" Lin Yuanyuan asked.

Zhang Buxi's throat was a little rough, so he had to ask Lin Yuanyuan, "What do you think?"

Lin Yuanyuan: "I think it's okay."

Zhang Buxi immediately complied: "I think so too."

Lin Yuanyuan asked again: "Then how much do you score?"

Zhang Buxi raised his hand and made a crossed number.

Lin Yuanyuan was pleasantly surprised and surprised: "Very good?" Then she lowered her head and smiled embarrassedly: "Sister Buxi, you are very polite, but I also think that the dishes I cook are very valuable."

Zhang Buxi looked solemn and serious: "No, I'm not giving [-] points to the dishes, I'm giving you [-] points. Thank you for the hospitality. I'll treat you next time. Cooking is hard and troublesome."

Lin Yuanyuan hurriedly said: "No trouble, no trouble at all, as long as Miss Xi likes to eat, I can make it at home and bring it to you when I have time, but I don't know where you live."

Zhang Buxi declined immediately: "No, no, I don't have a fixed place to live."

　Ask for a recommendation ticket~
　　I don’t have an outline or a detailed outline for this book. Really, I’m not kidding. I write whatever I think of every day, so I’m ecstatic when I get stuck.

　　As for those pits, I can only remember which ones to fill in and which ones to fill in. If I miss it, I can remind me.

　　


(End of this chapter)