This star is a bit cold

Chapter 5 Snow Night
"Boom!"

With the boss's heavy knives down, the large piece of mutton that was relatively intact was chopped into small pieces, and then the fresh mutton was thrown into the bone broth together with the cleaned haggis, and waited until it was cooked Pick it up and drain, then cut into thin slices and boil for a while, then pour it into a soup bowl, pour the boiling hot snow soup, and sprinkle some green onion, the bowl is hot and overflowing soup is ready.

"Okay, guest." Under Ye Che and Su Mo's eager eyes, the boss who finally brought up two bowls of mutton soup said with a smile, "Shall we serve the steamed buns now?"

"Yeah." Ye Che nodded after swallowing, then picked up the spoon and prepared to have a taste before thinking about what to add.

"Do you want to add something else?" Ye Che, who had adjusted the taste of the mutton soup, smacked his lips slightly, then asked Su Mo, who was at the side.

"No need." Su Mo, who was already drinking happily, shook his little head, "It's really warm, uncle, but, is it really okay for us to spend half of this little money at once?"

"What are you afraid of?" Ye Che, who was happily drinking the mutton soup, replied: "The short-term odd job I did last time is about to be paid, and then I can last for a while. Before that, let's eat something casually." Top it up."

"Is that so." Hearing what Ye Che said, Su Mo was no longer worried, picked up a piece of steaming steamed bun that the boss had just brought up with his chopsticks, and put it into his mouth, then asked a little vaguely: "Speaking of uncle, the preliminary results of that novelist competition should be out soon, do you think you can pass it? Although I think it's very good"

"As long as the editor is a little better, I should still be able to pass the preliminary round." He waved his hand indifferently, and Ye Che soaked the steamed buns in a bowl.

Ye Che really didn't say this, if it was that person's work, Ye Che really couldn't think of any reason why he would be rejected.
After having a delicious meal at this mutton soup restaurant near Ye Che's home, Ye Che and Su Mo walked home with their bellies outstretched.

What I want to say here is that although the original owner is a poor guy who can't find 200 yuan in the whole house, but!This guy actually owns a rather large house, it can even be said that it is a little luxurious
The house is a duplex villa, the first floor is the kitchen and living room, and the second floor is where Ye Che's bedroom, bathroom, study and other rooms are located.

To be honest, when Ye Che found the real estate certificate in the room, his jaw almost dropped in shock.

After all, he never thought that a poor and white person would have such a house
According to some clues, it is probably left to him by the parents of the original owner?

Putting these aside, in a word, it is always a good thing to have a place to live, at least not to be on the streets.

However, to some extent, it doesn't seem to be very useful. After all, the chances of exchanging a real estate certificate for a bowl of mutton soup are much lower than begging for food with a broken bowl
"Speaking of which, what do you think of the song I sang tonight?" Ye Che, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, asked casually while walking on the road with light snow falling.

"Huh?" Su Mo, who had the same action as Ye Che picking his teeth, put down the toothpick temporarily, and after thinking about it seriously, he said, "I feel like it's so fierce!"

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

"It just makes people feel so old-fashioned, but it sounds pretty good." Spreading his hands, Su Mo, who also felt that this feeling was a bit strange, sighed with emotion, and then asked gossipingly: " Uncle, how did you write this song? Could it be that there is an old lover you can’t forget? Let me take your heart off and try to melt it slowly to see if I’m still perfect in your heart. Tsk tsk It's a little bit romantic."

"You remember quite clearly." Looking at Su Mo who sang a few lines, Ye Che who continued to pick his teeth said vaguely: "But the inspiration for this song is from a book, where did it come from?" What an old lover."

Strictly speaking, no matter in his previous life or in this life, Ye Che's emotional life was quite lacking. Most of his previous life was spent in the pursuit of art, and he basically didn't think about things like feelings. They met and got acquainted, but after all, they didn't pierce the window paper.

And after coming to this world, it can be said that basically I don't know any women.
And the original owner's social circle is also ridiculously clean, basically no friends, let alone a girlfriend.

"Really?" After savoring the lyrics just now, Su Mo still had some doubts and looked at Ye Che suspiciously, "Did you lie?"

"Why am I lying to you?" Looking at Su Mo angrily, Ye Che pointed to the guy's hand and said, "Be careful, don't poke your teeth."

"Oh, but how could I poke it?" Su Mo, who was holding a toothpick in his mouth, said a little proudly: "My current technology is already perfect!"

Frankly speaking, there is indeed nothing stuck between Su Mo's teeth, but in the past, even if something was really stuck, she probably would never have been able to walk away with a toothpick in her mouth like this.

In Ye Che's words, this is probably called "near Zhuzhechi"
"Who knows." Ye Che, who took out a toothpick and threw it into the trash can casually, wrapped himself in his clothes, "Hurry up, it's still quite cold, and I don't know if the snow will fall heavily."

Stretching out his white palm, Ye Che caught these tiny snowflakes and watched them melt instantly in his hands, and exhaled softly.

"Uncle, tell me, your song is so fierce, is it possible to use this to become famous?"

"The chances are relatively small. No one can say for sure about this kind of thing. Apart from the quality of the song itself, it may also need a little luck and opportunity." Shaking his head, he really didn't think that his literary career in this world would start Ye Che, who was so smooth, looked at the thin snow on the ground and smiled indifferently, "I don't know what life is like everywhere. It should be like Feihong stepping on snow mud. Fingers and claws are occasionally left on the mud, and Hongfei's complex thing."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Su Mo was taken aback when he heard Ye Che's sudden recitation, and then the little girl patted the snow on her long hair and asked, "What is Feihong? Okay." Do you want to eat, uncle?"

Ye Che: "."

"You know how to cook."

"Really? Hehehe!"

"I'm not praising you!!"

"Oh"

Under the flickering neon lights, the erosion of the night is temporarily blocked, the soft light is so gentle against the cold wind, and the shadow of the lamppost lies faintly on the snow.

The few pedestrians in the street hurriedly walked, leaving some footprints on the snow, and two rows of large and small footprints were the way for Ye Che and Su Mo to go home.

(End of this chapter)