Self-cultivation with a plate of tomato scrambled eggs

Chapter 32

After the results of the second test came out, Song Xiaowu said goodbye to Mr. Bainton in a brisk tone, and then walked to the school gate with a backpack on his back, where he and Daniel agreed to meet.

I have to admit that, to some extent, Daniel is really a good friend.

"Yao, I have to tell you that you are born with amazing beauty and the mysterious allure that your ancient East gave you," Daniel's first words after he appeared were enough to bluff people, "but what are you doing? ? You're destroying them with your cheap, hideously ugly...things."

Song Xiaowu secretly rolled his eyes: his "good friend" is actually very judging by appearance, advocating material desires, and,

It was mean and exaggerated.

"I just..."

"Well, it's not cheap," Daniel saw that he was about to refute, and took a closer look at his attire and backpack, and corrected, "It's just horribly ugly, really, especially this one, the schoolbag."

"I just plan to leave my schoolbag in the car after the driver arrives. After all, it's really heavy." Song Xiaowu was a little helpless, "I'm not so stupid as to carry my textbooks to other people's parties, okay?"

"You said 'dirt', it's already very...'dirt'." Daniel laughed.

After arriving at the residence of the "Number One Legend" Jude Grieve, Song Xiaowu finally understood why Daniel was able to become friends with him.

They all have a fanaticism of Ye Gong's love of dragons for oriental culture.

What this means is that on the land of Citigroup, there are nondescript Peking Opera troupes performing acrobatics, teahouses where tea ladies in pink cheongsams with small sandalwood fans on their foreheads shuttle back and forth... such "Chinese style" entertainment The reason why the place can have a market, and even vaguely have a momentum of prosperity, is all thanks to the idiots like Griff and Daniel.

Until he saw the chic and elegant but apparently never-used complete set of tea sets carefully preserved in the crystal-clear glass cabinet, Song Xiaowu thought that the word "fool" really seemed too disrespectful.

"Do you know how to make tea? Use this?" Song Xiaowu was taken aback by the voice that suddenly rang in his ears. When he turned around, the first thing he saw was a head of dazzling blond hair, and then he met the latter's pair of eyes. Emerald-like emerald green eyes, to be honest, Song Xiaowu still can't adapt to being stared at by such overly saturated green eyes.

"Oh, hello. I'm Yao Du." Reluctantly said calmly and calmly.

"Jude Grieve. I've heard Daniel talk about you."

What are you talking about, a mysterious oriental boy with amazing beauty?Song Xiaowu thought to himself.

However, Griff has not yet learned mind reading skills, he just extended a hand to Song Xiaowu with an extremely charming smile.

Song Xiaowu shook hands with him with a blank heart, in this room where everyone was still wearing T-shirts or vests at most.

But he didn't mind at all, really.Because he felt that if he moved a little slower, Griff might want to give him a hand kiss.

"That," Song Xiaowu coughed dryly, still couldn't help pointing to the tea set and said, "If these things are not used for a long time, it's best to keep them in a dark place."

Griff showed a greatly moved expression: "You really..."

"Daniel!" Song Xiaowu yelled to Daniel who was hiccupping while holding a wine glass, explaining to Griff: "He always drinks too much, I have to stop him, uh, I was entrusted. "

"Jude likes you very much, right?" Daniel said to Song Xiaowu with a smile when he saw Song Xiaowu coming over.

Song Xiaowu frowned, but did not answer his question: "How long are you going to stay?"

"I don't know." Daniel stuffed a cookie into his mouth, "Do you have access control?"

"No. It's just that I don't want to go back too late."

"Okay," Daniel laughed, "we'll be leaving at ten o'clock."

After the meeting at Griff's house, the communication between Song Xiaowu and Daniel gradually decreased.It's not that there's anything wrong with the other party, it's just that apart from the intimacy they had when they first met, there are many differences in their thinking and concepts.Daniel is three years younger than Song Xiaowu, just at the age when he is busy eating, drinking and having fun. The mid-term exam has already been dealt with, and the re-scheduled schedule is naturally far from Song Xiaowu's single restaurant, library and home. up.

Song Xiaowu closed the book, got up and moved his hands and feet on the spot, and then walked out of the library while wearing a scarf.

The temperature in autumn and winter in the city where Ill University is located is not particularly low, but the climate is relatively humid. Song Xiaowu has lived in the capital for almost 20 years, and he is not used to the damp and cold for a while. He only put on a scarf at the end of October—the last time Yao Jian came to Citigroup When I was in the country, I took him to buy it.

After shopping around the mall, Yao Jian asked him, "Why don't you like to talk anymore?" Of course, he knew that Song Xiaowu never dared to reveal his talkative nature in front of him, but not daring was not the same as not wanting.

Song Xiaowu was a little surprised when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he replied: "Maybe I don't speak Spanish very well here, so I'm not as talkative as before?"

Yao Jian was noncommittal, and the two continued to walk to the parking lot.

"Take care of yourself here."

"Well, I know."

Song Xiaowu actually thinks that it's not that he doesn't like to talk anymore, it's just that he doesn't have anyone to listen to his nagging.

Once again he stood in the vestibule of Worcester Auditorium, sighed, and ducked down to call Ms. Garcia, telling her she didn't have to cook her own dinner.

He was going to Fengluan Tower.To be honest, the antique courtyard carefully designed by that boss Crowell and all the seats named after the name of the poem are more like an imitation of the history of Huaxia Kingdom that has passed too long ago, but Song Xiaowu can no longer A more plausible sense of belonging can be found elsewhere.

Crowell still had some impression of him, and asked: "Are you alone today?" Then he realized that his question was too presumptuous, and quickly added: "Then I recommend you to try the new dish of prawn stew, Very authentic." He even remembered that Song Xiaowu didn't know much Spanish, so he deliberately slowed down his speech, and the words "very authentic" were especially clear.

Song Xiaowu smiled knowingly: "Okay, I want a stewed prawn." As he walked into the yard, he continued: "Let me also have stir-fried tangcai, a small bowl of fermented glutinous rice balls, and rice for one person."

Seeing that he still wanted a private room, Crowell went up to open the door for him: "Is this room okay?"

As soon as Song Xiaowu raised his head, he saw "Feng Qiwu" written on the plaque, nodded and said, "Yes."

I went back to look for the big white cat from last time, but saw it was lying under the lotus vat, squinting its eyes, not sure if it was sleepy or just woke up.

Song Xiaowu asked Crowell: "Can I play with it for a while?"

"Of course," Crowell smiled, "Please do yourself a favor. I will come to you when the dishes are ready."

Song Xiaowu thanked him, then walked lightly towards the cat.

"Hey, can you understand me when I speak Xia Yu?" After realizing that the white cat was not afraid of him at all, but an old god was looking at him from the ground, Song Xiaowu simply squatted down and started to strike up a conversation with him.

"Then..." Song Xiaowu changed his Spanish, "How are you, Your Excellency White?" Remembering that he didn't know whether this Lord White was a man or a woman, Song Xiaowu really wanted to turn over the cat's belly to find out, but really Then being yourself will probably get a slap in the face, so it's better to let go of such thoughts.

Originally, Song Xiaowu thought that the average appearance of a dog was higher than that of a cat—at least they all had double eyelids, but Yuan Ke loved cats, so he gradually developed the habit of teasing cats whenever he saw them.

Thinking of Yuan Ke, Song Xiaowu couldn't help sighing again: He really doesn't have any friends.

After teasing for a while, His Excellency White still ignored him, Song Xiaowu simply stood up, picked up a small piece of dead branch in the lotus vat, and began to perseverely lift up the other's ears.

He could see clearly: when he got up just now, the white cat thought he was going to leave, so it took a step forward with its front paw.

This cat, should I say it is reserved, or should I say it is sullen?

"Lazy little guy." Hearing someone talking behind him, Song Xiaowu turned around subconsciously, and saw Jude Griff standing behind him, looking at the white cat dotingly.

"Hi, Griff." After the two looked at each other, Song Xiaowu wanted to get up and say hello before leaving. He didn't want to squat for too long and his legs became numb.

"I come here often," Griff saw his predicament, and stretched out his hand to pull him up, "but it's the first time I've met you."

"Really?" Song Xiaowu bent down again, still putting the dead branch in his hand on the cat's head, His Excellency White let out a dissatisfied "meow", shook his head and shook it off.

"I like the environment here very much. It can also be said that I am fascinated by the beauty of all oriental styles." Griff looked at him, "I have already ordered the dishes. Crowell has several great signature dishes. Would you like to dine with me? Maybe you can tell me if they are authentic."

"I'm sorry Griff," Song Xiaowu frowned slightly, "I came here just to be alone for a while." Seeing Griff's face full of disappointment, he actually felt a little sorry: Speaking of which, this dude is fine. His words and deeds were too rude, but Song Xiaowu really couldn't accept the burning eyes when he looked at him, as if he could really see through people.

"Okay," Griff finally resigned, "then I want to invite you to come out with me next time, at least don't refuse now, okay?"

Song Xiaowu tried his best to make his expression look more sincere: "Then let's talk about it then."

The private room between the two was actually only two rooms away. Seeing Song Xiaowu's name on the plaque over there, Griff praised, "It suits you very well." Then he bid farewell to him in a very gentlemanly manner.

There are too many words using the name of the word "Feng Qi Wu", how can it be suitable for me?Song Xiaowu thought weakly, don't treat me with the gentlemanly demeanor when facing girls, okay?

After Crowell brought all the dishes, Song Xiaowu's mood improved a lot after seeing the hot and attractive prawn stew.The only fly in the ointment is that the chicken feet that should have been in the pot were replaced by chicken legs by Crowell.

When I came out of Fengluan Tower, the sky was already getting dark.It was only Thursday, Song Xiaowu was thinking about it, but he already wanted to call Li Tianqi right now.