Reborn 1980: The rough man was driven crazy by the little crying bag again

Chapter 41 Waiting for Contradictions to Escalate

Lin Qiaoqiao responded, and put her hands on the man's waist, moving her body with her hands, so that half of her body was stuck to the man's body.

From the back, it looked like she was holding the man in her arms, and the texture of the man's back could be felt in her chest. Lin Qiaoqiao felt awkward and turned her body slightly.

"Be more honest." The deep male voice was slightly hoarse, with a bit of ruthlessness, as if angry.

Lin Qiaoqiao rolled her eyes, pulled her hand back, and said angrily: "I'm not being honest, you insisted on letting me hug you, so I wouldn't fall, I'm not a child gone."

Chen Shanye twitched into a mocking sneer, thinking that this was the Lin Qiaoqiao he was familiar with, with a small mind and a big temper.

When they came to the hospital, Lin Qiaoqiao returned the bicycle to the patient first, and took Chen Shanye to a state-run noodle restaurant.

She was walking in front, and Chen Shanye followed behind. They didn't look like a couple, but more like a young lady and her entourage.

It seems that both of them are used to this way of getting along.

"Did you eat?"

Chen Shanye shook his head. At noon, he was only busy selling noodles, and he was still hungry.

"A bowl of plain noodles."

A bowl of plain noodles costs 3 cents, put a small piece of lard, salt, and monosodium glutamate on the bottom of the bowl, pour hot chicken soup, put the cooked thin noodles into the soup, and put two crispy and tender small noodles. Rapeseed, just fine.

The kitchen of the state-run noodle restaurant is open, and the process of making plain noodles is very simple. In less than ten seconds, a man wearing a chef's hat hands over a bowl of steaming noodles from behind the holed glass.

Chen Shanye didn't think much about it either, the cheapest plain noodles must belong to him, and Lin Qiaoqiao, a lazy person who eats food, definitely wants to eat meat.He took the bowl and found a place near the window to eat.

Picking up a noodle with chopsticks, she raised her eyes to meet Lin Qiaoqiao's shocked eyes.

The woman still held two small bowls in her hand, and said aggrievedly, "What will I eat after you eat?"

Chen Shanye was taken aback, and asked incredulously, "Is this your face?"

"It's not mine, it's ours." As he spoke, he moved the big bowl of noodles to the middle of the table, and one small bowl for each person: "I know you have a big appetite, and if you can't get enough, you can add noodles for free."

She pointed to the wooden sign on the glass window that said "additional noodles are free" with a serious look on her face.

Chen Shanye: "..." This woman has no money.

He felt that this was a good opportunity to show his loyalty. It just so happened that last month's salary was just paid today, plus the extra money he earned from Zhao Yong, which added up to more than 50 yuan.

Afraid that Lin Qiaoqiao would become suspicious, he fumbled in his trouser pocket, took out more than 20 yuan and handed it over.

Very generously said: "If you have no money, tell me anytime, mine is yours." He knew that Lin Qiaoqiao usually spends money like water, and likes to compare with others for food and use.

In the past, the four elder brothers had enough money to earn money, but now they are all sucking Ma Qiu's blood in the hospital, so naturally they can't take care of Lin Qiaoqiao.

In addition, this woman shamelessly kept the little boy and gave him dozens of dollars at every turn, so it's no wonder that she has no money.

Chen Shanye looked down at the wad of money in his hand, with a sneer on his thin lips, and used his hard-earned money to support the handsome boy.

How did she eat this money? He had to make the Lin family spit it out hundreds of times.

Lin Qiaoqiao filled a bowl full of noodles from the big sea bowl and pushed it to the man's hand. The only two small rapeseed in the plain noodles were also in the Chen Shanye bowl, and then served the noodles by herself.

Never looked at the money from the beginning to the end.

After thinking about it, I felt that the plain noodles were a little too shabby, so I went to the glass window and asked for a three-cent fried egg, staring at a marinated chicken leg in a blue and white porcelain basin, hesitating whether to buy it or not.

Seeing that she hesitated for a ten-cent chicken leg, the master chef in charge of cooking sneered: "I can't even afford chicken legs, so I am ashamed to come to the state-run noodle restaurant. I have worked here for so many years, and I have never met two people." Eat a bowl of plain noodles."

The master raised his chin arrogantly: "You villagers, no matter how well you dress, you can't change the sour smell in your bones. I can smell this sour smell from several meters away."

Chen Shanye paused with his chopsticks, intending to stand up and stand up for Lin Qiaoqiao, then sat back silently, now is not the time.

It's best to wait for the conflict to escalate again, so that Lin Qiaoqiao can be impressed with him.

Zhao Yong, the prodigal son, told her that women have absolutely no resistance to acting bravely.

The chef speaks so badly, and Lin Qiaoqiao has a pungent temper. It will be perfect when the two of them fight and show up again.

Chen Shanye listened with his ears up for a long time, but he didn't hear Lin Qiaoqiao's counterattack. Turning around in doubt, he saw Lin Qiaoqiao pouring back the fried egg in her hand.

"I don't want fried eggs anymore, add noodles." Lin Qiaoqiao passed the small plate in her hand through the glass window. The plate is very shallow and can hold at most one mouthful of noodles at a time.

The master reluctantly took the small plate, and put a few noodles on it with a cold face.

Lin Qiaoqiao glanced at him sarcastically: "After working for so many years and still cooking here, you are really promising."

Although they are all employees of state-run restaurants, they are also divided into grades. The grades are directly linked to wages and benefits. People like him who cook at the window are the lowest.

"Who are you talking about?" The master held a spatula with a ferocious face. If it weren't for the thick window blocking it, the master would probably have jumped out.

"Did I tell you? Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to act like a dog jumping over the wall with me?" There were three points of ridicule and five points of contempt in her eyes.

"I really sympathize with you. See if you are less than fifty this year. Is the money you earn enough for your wife and children?"

The master's expression was a bit unnatural, Liu Rushuang snorted coldly, and he had a feeling in his heart that this person was probably an old bachelor.

"Hehe, if you don't have a daughter-in-law, then you must have no children. I thought you were so awesome. It turns out that you are an old bachelor who has been dead and no one buried it. Your family will be extinct in your generation. You should die too. Don't have the face to see your ancestors."

Lin Qiaoqiao has never lost to anyone in the scolding fight.

"You...you..." The master's face turned from red to purple, and then from purple to white, very embarrassed.

"What about me, what about you? Add noodles." She finished the noodles in the small plate in one go, raised her eyebrows carelessly, and handed the plate in.

When it was added for the third time, the master was not calm anymore, and his face was horrifying: "You motherfucker is playing me."

After Lin Qiaoqiao finished eating the noodles, she sneered: "Open your mouth and shut up, old man, is it because you are infertile? You searched for children everywhere, but fortunately no woman followed you blindly. Isn't this a widow?"

There was a bang, and there was the crisp sound of broken bowls. It was a middle-aged woman who washed the dishes and broke the bowl. The woman looked like she was just in her early 30s, and she still had the charm of a young lady.

The master looked at the woman in a panic, and explained eagerly: "Gui Fen, don't listen to her nonsense, I can do it."

(End of this chapter)