Dark Light Chaser

Dark Light Chaser Chapter 114

2022-03-09

Chapter 114 Peaceful Living

In the evening.

Ai Liang left the hotel with the novel in his hand.

After leaving Xia Qiyuan and Gao Bin, he returned to the hotel where he first stayed.

And read the novel here all afternoon.

It was already past 12 noon, and today's room fee was not refundable. It happened that Ai Liang was looking for a place where he could read novels in peace, so he made the best use of everything and stopped by when he left. Check out.

Ai Liang was walking on a street that was still somewhat unfamiliar.

The sun went down, and all the ghosts and snakes woke up.

The street was buzzing with excitement, a scene that seemed a little familiar to him.

It was the same in Neihua City ten years ago. At night, there were active social youths who danced, skated, played sand, and fought against dragons.

However, the Qianhua Market has not been so chaotic yet. Most of the people who go out to hang out are still student parties, and they are just enjoying the free nights of the summer vacation.

Ai Liang went to the supermarket and planned to stock up on some commonly used vegetables, fruits, meat and eggs.

After the taste recovery, in addition to reading books, he has a hobby of food.

Ai Liang, who has nothing to do, prefers to cook his own meals rather than eating out, so that he can not only pass the time, but also fine-tune the meals according to his own taste.

Ai Liang glanced subconsciously as he passed the bedding area.

It seems that Ye Qing has already got off work.

There was no one there at this time.

Ai Liang retracted his gaze and began to wander around the fruits and vegetables area, picking from left to right, unconsciously there were a lot of ingredients in the shopping cart.

"Please weigh a pound of wing roots."

Ai Liang stood in the meat area and said to the staff.

The person in charge of meat eating is an old Aunt in her 40s. After seeing Ai Liang's appearance, she was surprised: "Please wait a moment... Hey, you are not Xiaoqing's man. Friends?"

What the hell is a boyfriend?

"Ye Qing and I are just neighbors."

Ai Liang explained calmly.

"Aiya, don't come here, the matter between you and Xiaoqing has long been spread in the supermarket, Xiaoqing is very vigilant, how could he go shopping with strangers in the supermarket. "

Aunt showed a smile from his aunt, moved towards Ai Liang and waved his hand: "I'm helping you pick sheets and quilts, and I'm buying seasonings with you. Have you already started living together?"

"...It's really just a neighbor." Ai Liang felt that it was useless even if he denied it repeatedly.

Once these gossip-loving Aunts believe something, they won't believe it no matter how much you deny it.

"It's good, it's my neighbor."

Aunt smiled and put on a big bag of wings. In her opinion, the two of them are still young and their faces are relatively thin. This kind of thing It's not easy to admit that it's normal.

"That, I only need a pound."

Looking at the plastic bag handed over, Ai Liang repeated his request.

Such a large bag of wing roots, even if you don't measure it with your hands, you can see that it is definitely more than one kilogram, at least five or six pounds.

"These chicken wings will be processed in two days. I originally planned to divide them into Xiaoqing. Who knows she will be gone after work."

Aunt said happily. : "Don't worry, the price is still a pound."

Ai Liang took the wing root and put it into the cart: "Thank you, I will share it with her when I go back."

"Hey, thank you, it turns out that when I'm too busy by myself, Xiaoqing basically comes over to fight. If you want to thank her, it should be me thanking her."

......

Ai Liang left the supermarket with a large bag and returned home.

Putting vegetables and the like in the refrigerator, he looked at the large packet of wing roots in the bag.

After thinking for up to five seconds, Ai Liang decided to finish it all before giving it to Ye Qing.

After all, she can buy five or six kilograms of things with one pound of money, and it all depends on her face.

It just happens to be dinner time, so let's do it.

Ai Liang cut the wing root in half from the middle, put it in a container, then put a small spoon of salt, a spoon of white pepper, a tablespoon of soy sauce and a spoon of oil.

Mix the seasoning with the power of your mind, then cover with plastic wrap and marinate for 20 minutes.

Then Ai Liang took out the bottled honey from the refrigerator, mixed a bowl of honey water, and cut a little ginger.

The preparations were done. While the chicken wings were being marinated, Ai Liang went to the balcony to put away the laundry in the morning.

"You're back, have you eaten yet?"

Ai Liang took a T-shirt and looked around, Ye Qing was wearing the white T-shirt that morning and was lying on the table on the balcony She was playing with her mobile phone, and the electric fan beside her made a humming sound, constantly tugging at her hair.

"Not yet... how about you?" Ai Liang asked rhetorically.

"Not long after I finished eating." Ye Qing replied with her chin resting on the table and tilting her head.

Ai Liang, who was suddenly accosted, took his clothes, and it was inconvenient to just leave.

"Why are you playing with your phone here? It's more comfortable inside."

"Of course it's because the sun has set and it's cool outside, like a stuffy stove inside."

Ye Qing's tone had a hint of laziness, as if she had just woken up, lying on the mat awake as an orange cat.

"The living room is not ventilated, so turning on the air conditioner can only cool down for a while, and when the air conditioner is turned off, it turns into an oven, and the air conditioner also charges extra electricity. The electricity bill is heartbreaking."

I don't know if it was an illusion, Ai Liang always felt that Ye Qing's attitude towards him seemed to be a lot softer.

During the chat, he noticed the variety show on Ye Qing's mobile phone and asked, "Do you like watching variety shows?"

"It's okay, I used to be in an orphanage. When I was watching TV, there were variety shows, so I didn't want to watch anything else, and I got used to it over time."

Ai Liang didn't know how to answer after listening to it.

It's like everyone is talking about the summer vacation, my family and I went somewhere, and suddenly you say that my parents died in a car accident, and I have been working for the tuition all summer vacation.

A perfect end to the topic.

But Ye Qing didn't care, she changed the subject quickly.

"You said that smart phones are so popular now, what is the role of TVs? It seems that only children who are illiterate and some middle-aged and elderly people watch TV, right? Like the one in the living room. The TV has not been turned on five times in total since I moved here.”

“In order to push some social news, after all, if you don’t open specific software on your mobile phone, it will not be able to Play the news."

Ai Liang didn't have any embarrassment to see Ye Qing, and didn't mind chatting with her a little more, anyway, the chicken wings weren't marinated yet.

"It makes sense, but unfortunately, I still turn on my phone instead of the TV. It consumes power and I don't have any programs I want to watch. I have to pay for it every year. Some things are basically useless, and I don't play games."

Ye Qing is not very fond of TV sets, in her opinion, this is a large mobile phone with limited functions.

"The elimination of TV sets cannot be accomplished overnight. After all, many people are engaged in related occupations. Even if the income of TV sets is gradually reduced, the sudden stop of production will still have a huge impact on the industrial economy."

Ai Liang analyzed the pros and cons of the TV industry very rationally.

"...Do you guys always like to talk about the society when you are chatting? Why do you talk about the industrial economy when you are chatting? I don't understand."

Ye Qing couldn't help complaining.

She leaned half of her face against the table, tilted her head and looked towards Ai Liang, looking a little cute.

(end of this chapter)