Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 33

At 02:30 on Saturday morning, it was just after [-]:[-] in the domestic time, and the morning peak of the business in the store should have passed.Song Xiaowu quickly got up from the bed, and did not forget to put a desk lamp on the bay window of the bedroom, trying to give Da Lizi some psychological hints visually, so that he would not immediately notice that he did not sleep in the middle of the night.

He dialed Li Tianqi's number, but there was a mechanical notification that the user was not in the service area. Song Xiaowu put down the phone: Where did Da Lizi go?

After yawning, Song Xiaowu climbed back on the bed, ready to squat for a while before hitting.

After squinting, when he opened his eyes again, Song Xiaowu guessed that Li Tianqi was already having lunch, and after calling again but no answer, he opened the chat software: Brother Tianqi, please talk to me!With a grievance expression.

This time I still ignored myself.Song Xiaowu thought that it was really inconvenient for Li Tianqi to look at his mobile phone at the moment, so he had to cover himself with a quilt in discouragement, and went back to sleep.

Sleeping until dawn, Song Xiaowu got up to wash up, and when he went downstairs, he met Ms. Garcia returning from shopping.Seeing that there were a lot of things, Song Xiaowu wanted to help her move some, but the other party resolutely declined.

Seeing her rushing in and out but energetically moving piles of things into the kitchen one after another, Song Xiaowu had no choice but to walk to the sofa, pick up the unfinished juice on the table and pour himself a glass .

There was a faint rustling sound from the second floor. Song Xiaowu didn't pay attention to it at first, and still lay motionless on the sofa in a daze. After a while, he suddenly recalled it, and subconsciously touched his trouser pocket, without his mobile phone.

Big Plum called back!

Song Xiaowu jumped up from the sofa in an instant, ran up the stairs in two or three steps, rushed into the bedroom, rolled on the bed, and fished up the phone, only to see Daniel's number displayed on the screen.

"Hello?" Song Xiaowu pressed the answer button, and weakly put the phone next to his ear, while lying on the bed to breathe.

"Hey, haven't you woken up yet?" Daniel's voice was still full of energy and was a bit noisy, and before Song Xiaowu could answer, he continued, "I won't have to live on campus next semester. Do you have a fancy house? We can live together ?”

Song Xiaowu recalled that there is a rule in the headquarters of Il University that first and second graders must live in the campus, and Daniel will finish his sophomore year in a few months, so it is not too early to start looking for a house.

"I have no plans to move at the moment. It's a good place. If you need it, I can keep an eye out for suitable houses for you."

"Mongolia is too far away from the school! Why don't we find a place to live together that is convenient and closer to the school?" Daniel had a flash of inspiration, and added: "Don't get me wrong, I didn't invite you, then A kind of 'cohabitation'."

Song Xiaowu laughed: "I understand. But I really don't plan to move out. After all, my uncle and aunt are here too, and I can still go to their house for dinner."

"Really?" Daniel asked, "Then can I come, just occasionally?"

Only then did Song Xiaowu understand his subconscious implication: "Of course. Daniel, if you need a roommate who can accompany you..."

"I don't need company! I'm not a child, okay?" Daniel seemed to be a little furious, "I just think it would be more troublesome to live alone, such as takeaway and sending clothes to the laundry. It's fine for two people Much more."

"Okay." Song Xiaowu said, "Then do your classmates or other friends plan to find a house?"

"I don't know. I don't want to live with them either." Daniel said indifferently, "It's fine for me to live alone—if you insist on staying in Montenegro, spend four hours a day on the way back and forth."

Song Xiaowu laughed, but still didn't let go, hung up the phone, and lay on the bed for a while, then took the phone and went downstairs.

This house belonged to Yao Jian. It was not decided whether Song Xiaowu could go to the University of Illinois, so he naturally didn't feel any inconvenience to live in it.After the language class was finalized, he didn't take it for granted that the Yao family was rich and powerful, and it would be easy to find him a place near the school.It's just like now, it takes hours on the road every day, and I have to ask a driver to pick me up wherever I go-the driver hired by his elder brother.

Song Xiaowu inevitably still felt a little boring, he didn't want to speculate Yao Jian's intentions so maliciously.

However, he also understands that in Yao Jian's eyes, he is indeed just a little kid, unable to live on his own, and naturally not qualified to be his own master, he must take care of everything.

Although he rejected Daniel's "cohabitation" invitation, after hearing that he found a suitable house, Song Xiaowu still offered to help him move together.

There is also a boy named Andre who is Daniel's classmate.Among the three, he was the only one with a driver's license, so Andre naturally played the role of truck driver without hesitation.

Fortunately, Daniel doesn't have many things, and the furniture in the new house is also readily available. "If there is something missing, why don't you just buy a new one?" Daniel said casually as he threw the drink he just took out of the refrigerator to the other two. .

Although the consumption habits are different, Song Xiaowu has no habit of dictating others. He pulled the tab and drank most of the can in one go. He heard Andre ask: "Are we going out for dinner or ordering takeaway? Daniel, Are you tired?"

"Go out and eat, I don't want to pack the lunch box." Song Xiaowu wanted to talk, but he couldn't help but paused when he heard Daniel's words. Seeing this, Daniel asked, "Do you prefer to order takeaway?"

"Why don't you try the new kitchen utensils? I originally planned to make hot pot for you..." Song Xiaowu looked at the two of them separately.

"I know this! You Chinese people call this...'warming', don't you?"

Song Xiaowu nodded, really couldn't bear to listen to Daniel's Xia language pronunciation: "If there is a relatively large supermarket nearby, the materials should not be difficult to buy."

"Great! Then I'll search the Internet." Daniel excitedly took out his mobile phone.

"There is a store opened by a Chinese on Third Street," Andre said, "...I've heard of it before."

"Okay, let's go there and have a look." Daniel stood up, "You can decide on the dishes. I only need two bottles of Barcelone. Okay, Yao?"

Song Xiaowu laughed when he heard this: He has never tried hot pot with rum, so it would be nice to try it tonight.Turning to Andre again, he said, "Can you still drive? There may be more things to buy later."

Andre nodded in agreement, and went to the garage to pick up the car first.Song Xiaowu and Daniel locked the door and walked behind.

"Shall I buy something for Andre at the supermarket to express my gratitude?" Daniel asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Xiaowu was a little surprised, Daniel has never been a style of thinking about everything.

"I know it's weird." Daniel looked helpless, "To be honest, if you were the only one here, I wouldn't deliberately give you anything. But Andre... Actually, I think he has a more personality, um , boring... I have never had much friendship with him, and I don't know why he is willing to come to help."

Song Xiaowu and Andre just met, but they couldn't disagree with Daniel's evaluation of him.It is said that Andre's hometown is still Fei Lengcui, and it is rumored that a sweet-mouthed and flirtatious nation is a racial talent-as expected, it is very narrow to use labels such as nationality and region to judge an individual.

He thought about it, and finally felt that he shouldn't break anything by himself.

Crush on this matter, the decision still has to be left to the person concerned.

The third street is not far from Daniel's new home, and the location of the store mentioned by Andre is also easy to find. Although the scale is small, it is opened by a Chinese after all, and it has all the materials needed for Chinese food.

Andre pushed the shopping cart, Song Xiaowu walked in the front to pick and choose, and Daniel kept asking, "Yao, what is this?" "Can this be eaten?" "Is it spicy?"

Song Xiaowu could vaguely feel that Andre's attitude towards him was polite and alienated, and he was still not used to the way foreigners treat others.After buying almost all the necessary things, he simply left the two of them to look around and see if he wanted to add something.

Although Li Tianqi's ancestral home is Liangxi, which is a place with a clear and sweet taste, but since he opened a small restaurant in the capital, he does business with customers from all over the world. He never sticks to the difference between the north and the south, as long as it is harmonious and delicious All of them can be used by me.Song Xiaowu was naturally influenced by him, and finally had the opportunity to make hot pot by himself. He bought sesame oil and garlic paste, as well as sesame sauce and leeks, so that both Daniel and Andre could try it.

Holding a large bottle of sesame sauce, Song Xiaowu turned around the shelf, and saw Mr. Bainton with dazzling red hair, and... Crowell from Fengluan Building?

Mr. Bainton was studying a row of jams on the shelf, while Crowell held the half-full shopping cart with one hand, pointed to the instructions on the jam jar with the other, and turned his head to talk to Mr. Bainton.

Song Xiaowu could have walked away as if nothing had happened, or simply said hello to Mr. Bainton - since he passed the language test, he was not so afraid of this teacher, but he was a little surprised by the current situation.

"Good evening, Mr. Bainton...and Mr. Crowell." Seeing that the two had raised their heads and saw him, Song Xiaowu had no choice but to go up to greet them.

"Good evening. What a coincidence to meet you here." Naturally, Crowell answered him with a smile.However, Song Xiaowu felt that Crowell looked more gentle and comfortable than his friendly and harmonious smile in Fengluan Building.

"Is that for Jajangmyeon?" Mr. Bainton's small talk still sounded like a class quiz.

"No, this is sesame paste." Song Xiaowu answered seriously unconsciously, "The sauce for noodles with fried sauce needs to be deep-fried, and this is the noodles with sesame sauce. In addition, sesame sauce can also be used as a dipping sauce for hot pot shabu-shabu. "

The two people in front of them obviously didn't understand, but Bernton nodded calmly: "Then, see you at school."

"Goodbye." Song Xiaowu smiled and watched the two leave, then turned around and saw Daniel and Andre walking towards him.

Alas, only I am a dissonant singular.Song Xiaowu thought to himself mockingly.