Power and Wealth

Five o'clock.

Fang Wenping's house.

The light is good and it's a duplex room on the top floor, and the dusk sunset slowly spills into the house, feeling as soft as a scroll.

Of course, the picture in the kitchen isn't so soft anymore.

Dong Xuebin was sweating like hell. He was scratching the scales and the smell of fish in the room poured on him. Dong Xuebin couldn't help complaining. He was paralyzed. Dude came all the way here to give you birthday clothes and didn't even change your clothes. I bought you a gift, but you were fine. You didn't even care about a meal. Do you still have to cook it for him? What do you call that?

“Ready?” Fang Wenping outside also hurried.

Dong Xuebin Qi didn't call anywhere. “I haven't finished cleaning up yet. ”

Fang Wenping called it a golden prize. "Hurry up, or I'll shut the kitchen door and listen to the scratching of fish scales. ”

Dong Xuebin couldn't wait to go out and give her a boot. He also said to her, "Don't be so considerate of what you eat here. ”

Fang Wenping was very upset. “Say it again? ”

Bell bell, the phone rang, it was Fang Wenping's phone, she couldn't reach that side anymore, answered the phone: “Hey, I... um... I know... I said I know, you asked Li Province for this - go long, it's not my responsibility... I'm off today, I'm not in the office... you don't understand me, do you? I told you to go to Li Province - the chancellor asked, if he doesn't care, you wait for me to work on Monday... that's all. ” ”

Dong Xuebin heard, the heart said that this old fang from the middle - Ji - Commission here, also from the main hall mentioned the deputy - provincial - grade, the working methods haven't changed at all, still the old set of hard Bong's stinking temper, after all, the Beijing city people saw hiding female hooligans, walked everywhere a virtue, helplessly shook his head, Dong Xuebin almost cleaned up the fish, look at the time, let's do it.

Fried fish.

Stewed meat.

Stir-fried dishes.

Dong Xuebin was busy living alone.

Fang Wenping was watching TV in the living room outside. Sitting there was called a steady one. She didn't mean to come to help at all. If you didn't help, she wouldn't help. She was fine. The group said that the smell of smoke had grown. Let him turn the hood up a bit. Later he said not to put so much sugar in the fried vegetables. She didn't like to eat too much. Anyway, she always gave orders there.

My teeth are itchy - I can't describe Dong Xuebin's emotions anymore.

I can't help but sit Fang Wenping to death - this description almost reflects Dong Xuebin's true thoughts now.

That's so annoying!

What are you talking about?

If you can cook, why don't you come over and cook?

After closing the kitchen door heavily, Dong Xuebin came out with a few dishes of stir-fry dishes, and didn't expect anyone else to help him. He simply handled the dishes with the dishes and brushing pan. At the end of the day, Dong Xuebin opened the kitchen door and walked out with a few dishes of stir-fry dishes. "It's ready, let's eat! ”

Fang Wenping was on the phone, smelling the speech, looked at Dong Xuebin in the mouth and said to his cell phone: “Well, who... no one, just me... you little girl, isn't she gossiping? I said nobody, the voice on the TV, your aunt doesn't have any friends or relatives on my side, of course I had my own birthday... Hmm... Oh, them? I dare you. Do they dare to come? One is afraid that I'm scared to death, and my aunt doesn't like the crowd, too messy... well, I'm ready to eat here, you kiss my aunt... how old are you, I'm your aunt too, hurry up... well, that's good, go busy.” At this moment, Fang Wenping looked like a different person. His mother loved her face and felt particularly tender. She made Dong Xuebin look all goose bumpy.

Give you a kiss?

You don't like it when people's kids are cold.

Of course, Dong Xuebin knew who was on the other side of the phone. It must be her little niece Fang Shuiling, that is, Fang Wenping's gentle expression only appeared when the other party Shuiling. By the way, she also had her own daughter, Fang Wenping also especially liked it. As for the others... she never looked at it. If you think about it, Dong Xuebin's previous anger by Fang Wenping has also dissipated a lot. He must still be quite special in Fang Wenping's eyes. Although the old man has never had a good face for him, he came to his house in the middle of the night to drink alcohol, and this time she had a birthday and didn't call anyone but herself, which can also explain some problems. If he didn't care about himself at all, why did he call himself to celebrate?

Thinking about it, Dong Xuebin also wanted to open it. Forget it, brother won't compare with you. “Sister Fang, eat. I'm a little tired this morning. My hands are sour. I don't know how much I haven't done yet. You can have it together. There are two more dishes. I'll take them. ”

Fang Wenping shouted and put his phone on the table.

Dong Xuebin went to serve all the other dishes and served rice. “By the way, how old are you this year?” I regret it when I'm done.

Fang Wenping didn't even look at him. He ignored this directly.

Dong Xuebin coughed up, knowing that he was all his age, it must be hard to ask how old he was, “So what, do you have alcohol in your household? It wouldn't be fun to have a birthday without wine. I'm sure you'll have to drink some. ”

Fang Wenping pointed to a cabinet. “There is one inside. Take it yourself. My stomach hurts. I won't drink it today. ”

“Okay, then you have tea.” Dong Xuebin found a bottle of the national cellar from the cabinet. It looked quite old, so he opened it and poured it on himself. He didn't touch the chopsticks, and raised his glass directly to the past. “Fang - Province - Chief, let me toast to you. May you be so young forever. ”

Fang Wenping ignored the teacup and touched him. At least took a sip.

Dong Xuebin ignored her. She grunted and toasted herself. The stomach was warm and warm. It was very comfortable and the wine was delicious. "Whoops, eat the food, taste my craft. ”

Fang Wenping has eaten it.

“What do you say?” Dong Xuebin looked forward to it.

Fang Wenping said faintly: “That's it, you can eat it. ”

Dong Xuebin couldn't help laughing, paralyzed, dude took half a day to fry the dish, you are a “can eat” review? Dong Xuebin himself tasted it, clearly it was delicious, his cooking, he knew that he was still satisfied with himself, and he also knew that he was a junior chef. Even though he didn't have those first-class chefs or anything to do beautifully, he didn't just “eat" it, did he?

“Try this again. ”

“Well, it fits. ”

Dong Xuebin finally didn't ask. He was really hungry while drinking and eating food. He didn't care what Fang Wenping said. He started to enjoy himself. He couldn't help it. He didn't eat in the morning and noon. He tortured the mountain for half a day, tormented the road for half a day, and tormented Fang Wenping's house for half a day to cook. He was already hungry. The more he ate, the more he felt hungry, the less he talked about style. There was no need to talk to talk to Fang Wenping. The two people scolded him, touched him, kissed his neck. Dong Xuebin didn't actually take Fang Wenping as someone else from the bottom of his heart. At least he definitely didn't think of her as a pure leader, so he could let her go.

Fang Wenping frowned. “How many meals are you hungry? ”

Dong Xuebin shouted, “I haven't eaten all day, I'm starving. Don't just look at me, you eat too. ”

Fang Wenping ate very slowly, the slow strip was very elegant. This is probably the habit and cultivation she cultivated when she was a little girl. After all, she came out of the family. Dong Xuebin ate a lot, although she ate quickly, and dragged on and dragged on for a long time.

Looking at the watch after dinner, it's over 7: 00.

Dong Xuebin didn't have Zhang Luo to brush the bowl today. He touched his stomach and drank the last bottle of wine. He didn't move anymore. He washed the dishes and cooked the dishes. Did he brush the bowl? Bullshit. Fang Wenping didn't move, didn't even leave the dining table, turned on the TV and watched the news. The provincial office, the central station, they saw no one talking at 8: 00 pm. What's your mother's birthday? Dong Xuebin also laughed bitterly.

It's after 8: 00.

It's already dark.

Dong Xuebin said: “I'll go up and look at the clothes. ”

Fang Wenping didn't even look at him, "Upstairs on the balcony. ”

“Okay.” Dong Xuebin went upstairs and walked to the second floor of the duplex.

The eyes were still luxurious. The space was huge. It was impossible to compare to the duplex in his family's yard. After a few glances, he found a large balcony that stretched out of the corridor, pushed the door out, wiped his shirt and pants off at will. Had to, it was all wet. It was not a little wet, but all wet. It didn't dry much at all. Also, it was only a few hours in the afternoon. It was just a cold spring in winter. This was even worse. Dong Xuebin had to take his clothes off and go downstairs.

“Not yet.” Dong Xuebin said: “Which way is the heating? I'll put the heater on for an interview. ”

Fang Wenping took a finger, Dong Xuebin found the heater in the direction of her finger, didn't dare to put it directly on. His clothes were all very good, they would definitely be baked, put it on a hook on the heater, and then continue watching some so-called TV shows with Fang Wenping.

It's 9: 00.

Another hour has passed.

Clothes are still like that, no sign of drying at all.

Dong Xuebin can see now. It's impossible to wear this. "Sister Fang, are you really out of clothes here? Whatever I can wear, or I won't be able to go. ”

Fang Wenping looked at his clothes. “Then you wait here for the clothes to dry. When did you do it? When did you leave? There is also a guest room on the ground floor. If you want to live there, I won't care.” Speak with me, “it's late. I'm off.” Then he went upstairs to brush his teeth and washed his teeth. He really left Dong Xuebin alone. (To be continued.)