I'm disappointed in my uncle

Chapter 22 I'm Not Qualified To Call Her Uncle Weird

At eight o'clock in the evening, Xia Haoyu came into the house with his briefcase, changed his leather shoes and walked in. The corner of his eye flickered, but he stood still.

He frowned slightly, changed the direction of his long legs, pulled off his tie and walked to the kitchen, only to see a tall figure busy in front of the kitchen counter.

Looking at the vegetable leaves and carrot peels that fell all over the floor, Xia Haoyu frowned even deeper, "What are you doing?"

The man turned his head when he heard the movement, and immediately smiled when he saw Xia Haoyu, "Wait a minute, it will be ready soon."

Wu Ziyan picked up the chopping board, put the chopped vegetables into the boiling water, stirred it a few times to turn down the heat, then covered the pot, wiped his hands on the apron and turned around.

Facing Xia Haoyu's stinky face, he smiled instead, "Why don't you be happy, your aunt didn't cook soup today, you don't have to go abroad, you can drink authentic minestrone soup, this is my specialty, any restaurant in China It’s impossible to drink it in a western restaurant, and the taste is even more... Mmm!”

Wu Ziyan talked to himself, imitating the famous French chef, and kissed five fingers covered with vegetable dregs on his lips, with a look of intoxication.

Xia Haoyu took off his tie, gave him a cold look, turned around and walked upstairs, "I don't know how it tastes, I came home after a busy day, and saw a big man in an apron cooking for me. Can't be happy!"

Wu Ziyan followed to the stairs in confusion, spat out the onion skin around his mouth, and pulled the apron on his body, "What? Don't you like the heart-shaped apron!"

Yang Guo sat on the floor and leaned against the door panel, and laughed out loud when he heard the movement outside, he was also relieved, fortunately this Wu Ziyan didn't talk nonsense.

Earlier, the uncle’s good friend asked her why she was here. She told the truth, and the uncle’s good friend believed it. At least he listened to it now. He didn’t call to tell the uncle, nor did he Drive her out to sleep on the street.

Yang Guo got up and sat on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, a message came from the mobile phone. It was from the uncle, saying that he must make soup for dinner tomorrow, and don't let his good friends approach his kitchen!

Yang Guo was baffled, but still sent him a message, saying that he knew.

After sending a message, Yang Guo's cell phone rang again, this time it was Yang Guo's mother, she pressed the answer button, "Hey, Guoguo, have you taken out the trash yet?"

Yang Guo was speechless for a while, my mother is such a worrying life, "Falled down, mom!"

"Hey, that's right, you can't keep that garbage, you don't know, that's what annoys Mr. Xia the most!"

Yang Guo responded a few times perfunctorily, and then interrupted Yang Guo's mother, "Mom, I'm asking you something, when you were at uncle's house before, did he send you text messages every time to explain things? "

The other end of the phone froze for a few seconds, "What text message? No? You don't know that your mother can only make a phone call with these mobile phones, so how can she send any text messages? Mr. Xia used to write notes. , didn't send me anything..."

This is strange, some time ago the uncle left her a note, but just once or twice, after that, the uncle sent her all the text messages, and they were all trivial things. He didn't stop until he replied to the message.

Is it possible...

Yang Guo heard that Yang Guo's mother was still talking non-stop on the phone. Could it be that this uncle has an Oedipus complex in addition to social phobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder? ?
Thinking about it, she sighed, alas, a good handsome uncle was ruined like this, no wonder as the saying goes, it is hard to be a local tyrant, but it is even more difficult to be a healthy local tyrant.

Yang Guo's mother didn't know where she was talking about, but when she heard Yang's sigh, she couldn't help echoing, "Yes, yes, who said no."

I met my uncle’s best friend that day, and everything went on as usual, the only difference is that my uncle never came back for dinner. His company seems to be very busy, and he doesn’t come back until eleven or twelve o’clock every day, and then he sends “harassment” to Yang Guo "SMS, explaining what to eat tomorrow morning.

These few days, Yang Guo has been taking a break from her busy schedule. She doesn't need to bring food to her small room, but stays in the restaurant to eat generously, but the price is to endure the "harassment" of another local tyrant!
She never knew that if a man talks a lot, his saliva can fill the entire city A, and a good-looking man is even more arrogant in this regard! ! !

"Haoyu won't come back for dinner today?"

"Ok!"

"So it's the two of us again?"

"Ok!"

Wu Ziyan sat down on the chair, crossed his arms on the back of the chair, and asked as he watched Yang Guo walking back and forth.

Yang Guo took out a piece of tenderloin from the refrigerator, and responded blankly.

Wu Ziyan nodded and asked another question. Yang Guo endured it again and again, pretending not to hear, cut open the tenderloin and chopped it into minced meat.

"Hey, little girl, you live in that small house, don't you have space claustrophobia?"

Yang Guo slammed down the kitchen knife, she couldn't take it anymore, this guy's curiosity was too rampant, she even suspected that the uncle annoyed this friend so much that he couldn't stand it, so he ran out to hide! !

She turned her head to look at Wu Ziyan, holding back her impatience and anger, "Why don't you cook, and I'll sit down and answer your questions slowly."

Just as Wu Ziyan thought about it, he looked at the time again, got up and said, "Next time, it's too late, eating after this point is not good for digestion, so hurry up and do it."

"..." Another weirdo, Smita!
"Don't look at me like that, I just pay more attention to health than ordinary people." Wu Ziyan looked at Yang Guo's strange expression and said, then got up and went out.

This guy is not qualified to say that her uncle is weird!
Yang Guo slandered in dissatisfaction, put her mind on the chopping board, put the minced meat in it, sprinkled some salt in it, and stirred it. She originally wanted to make sweet and sour pork loin, but let this guy stir it up. It can be used to make meatball soup.

After mixing the meat stuffing, Yang Guo poured some water into the pot before going to see if the meal was ready, when she turned around and suddenly the light went out.

The emergency light source between the porch in the corridor turned on after a few seconds. Yang Guo was stunned for a moment, went to the wall and pressed the switch a few times, but there was still no movement. Could it be that there was a power outage?
Taking advantage of the dim light, Yang Guo hurriedly took out an electric card from the cabinet, took the key and went out.

She had better go to the property to have a look first, probably because she forgot to pay the electricity bill, and the rice cooker is still cooking at the moment, so don't make it raw, or the uncle's good friend will bother her again when he comes back, Ask her why there is a power outage, why the rice is uncooked, why is it so annoying! !
Standing in the shadow of the tree, Wu Ziyan saw Yang Guo walking out with his coat folded. It happened that the street lamp was slanting to the west, and the dim light surrounded his body, as if he was buried in the haze of night.

He didn't come out until Yang Guo turned a corner and disappeared, took out the key, opened the door and entered the house, changed his shoes and went straight to the second floor.

But he didn't go back to his room, but came to Xia Haoyu's study, took out a pair of white gloves from his pocket and put them on, without any hesitation, opened the door and walked in...

(End of this chapter)