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Chapter 7 Fried Chicken (even more 22)

A little heartbeat does not mean that the mind of counterattack is moved.

It came from the little throbbing of a teenager when he was ignorant of women.

In this world, when most people don't touch the bottom line, the three views basically follow the five senses.

Chen is no exception
If Zhao Wanrou is an aunt in her 40s, not only is her face full of wrinkles, but she also has a thick waist comparable to a bucket..
Then what she did to Chen Zui this day was completely bullying the new employees!
But Zhao Wanrou is not only at the most prosperous age for women, but also has a face that is so beautiful even without makeup, not only that, but her figure is also perfect, especially when she is in close contact, I don't know whether it is the fragrance or the body. When the fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose.
Chen Zuijiu, this day has nothing to do with bullying at all.

It's just that the boss wants to quickly close the distance with the new employee. During the repeated jumps, he felt that he and Zhao Wanrou not only became more familiar with each other, but through this familiarity, the two also learned about each other's temperament. Very helpful for future work exchanges
Moreover, since you have just stepped into society, how can you be tough with your boss?
What kind of counterattack is not counterattack, Chen Zui whispered to the barrage gentlemen: "I just like to be passive, and I like the thrill of shaking M, you know what a fart"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing."

"It's time, get off work~~!"

As soon as Zhao Wanrou clapped her hands, a boss actually managed to be more active in getting off work than the employees.

Chen Zui looked at his watch, and it was only fifty one. Didn't he say that he would leave work at two o'clock? This is not a trap. If he dares to step out, even if he leaves early, ten yuan will be deducted.
I don't know if this kind of worrying about gains and losses after being tortured can be called PTSD, anyway, Chen Zui's pace is a bit slow.

But when Zhao Wanrou and Wang Keke were about to pull down the shop curtain, he realized that it was really such a wayward way to get off work
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Wholesale markets are different from ordinary retail stores.

Although Xingye will open until four o'clock, in fact, most of the wholesalers will choose to get off work as early as two o'clock. As for those who have to stay until four o'clock, the business is generally not very good, and they want meager retail sales profits in the next two hours. the shopkeeper.

Of course Zhao Wanrou's store is not listed here.

After walking out of Gate A, she really dragged Wang Keke away, pointing her sword at the unknown delicious beef hotpot restaurant in the city center.

Chen Zui was not depressed either. He had his right hand in his pocket, and the hand inside was holding the watermark of a hundred-yuan bill.

And a little emotional, when I came in the morning, my pocket was cleaner than my face.

I earned one ticket this day, and even though thirty of them were advances for tomorrow, I had a banknote, so I had some confidence.

He thought that he had to improve his meal today, and then he walked to Lianhua Lane in a good mood. There is a fried chicken shop that has been open for more than 20 years, and his mother loves his fried chicken the most.

When I got to the place, around 02:30, I queued for another half an hour, and no one jumped in the middle, so I went to the window smoothly.

"Get a big one."

"okay."

After a while, the fried chicken wrapped in paper was thrown onto the scale while it was hot.

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The poor Chen was the most distressed, but he still paid the money and took the chicken away.

Trotted all the way back home, went upstairs and before his mother asked how his first day of work was today, Chen Zui directly peeled off the kraft paper that wrapped the fried chicken, and turned his head showing a mouthful of white teeth: "Mom, old man!" Li's fried chicken is still hot."

She just opened the door for Chen Zui, and Chen's mother, who is still standing at the door, looks at her son, feeling as if her son has grown up.

"It won't cool down after a while. Look at the sweat on your forehead. Old Li's shop is four streets away from ours. Did you run all the way back?"

While talking, she went to the narrow bathroom and washed a warm and wet towel.

"Mom, hurry up, it will be delicious if you burn your mouth quickly."

"Okay, okay, wipe off your sweat first."

After getting the towel, Chen Zui wiped his face whole.

My mother also sat at the dining table, broke off a crispy and crispy fried chicken foot, and took a bite: "It's still the same taste as Lao Li's fried chicken, son, you can eat it too."

Chen Zui smirked: "The box lunch the boss bought for me at noon is quite large. It's only a few o'clock. If you're not hungry, you can eat first."

"That"

"Mom, I'll go back to the house to catch up on sleep, I got up too early in the morning."

"Okay, then do you want to wash your feet?"

Chen Zuo entered his half room and shouted: "No, I'll wash it when I wake up later."

And that day, he never woke up again.

……

The sun was warm and gentle after three o'clock in the afternoon.

In the rental house that is not spacious and bright, there are streaks of light reflected in the reflection.

In front of the small folding table covered with blue and white plaid, which was obviously a tablecloth but looked like a bed sheet, Chen Mama Wang Chunfen was eating delicious fried chicken in the sunshine, eating happily, and her mouth was full of oil.

It smells so good..
It's just, um, should I eat less fried food?

Thinking of this, Chen Zui who hadn't eaten yet, and her husband who was driving a taxi this afternoon, Comrade Wang Chunfen put down the chicken in his hand.

Leave the chicken legs to Chen Zui, who loves chicken legs the most.

Leave the chicken wings to my husband, who loves chicken wings the most.

Let's share, let's share, it seems that there is nothing left, so she went to the bathroom to wash her hands, then grabbed a mop and started to wipe the floor.

This cleaning lasted until dark.

During this period, she secretly opened Chen Zui's door twice, the first time she lifted the corner of the quilt for him, and the second time she covered his feet.

After a busy meal, she made another simple and not very rich dinner, and ate dinner on her own, but did not touch the leftover fried chicken.

Finally, after washing, Wang Chunfen also got into bed, and when she woke up again, she heard the sound of the door opening.

She was old and didn't feel much at all. Seeing that it was three o'clock in the morning, she sat up and opened the door to see the dusty old Chen.

Wang Chunfen and Lao Chen said: "Today is your son's first day at work, and he earned money to buy fried chicken."

Father Chen's face was full of exhaustion, but when he heard this, he showed a smile: "The kid has grown up, do you still have food, I'll take care of it."

"Yes, I've saved them all for you. I haven't finished eating the fried chicken yet. I left you two chicken wings, but you don't want to move the chicken legs. Keep Chen Zuo awake to eat."

"Well, can I still grab food with my children?"

"Well, maybe that's true."

The old couple laughed softly. At three o'clock in the morning, there was some homely warmth in this dim rental house.

When Dad Chen was eating, he picked up the chicken wings as a matter of course, but after thinking about it, he put it down again: "I don't like chicken wings anymore, so let Chen Zui save them. I'll eat some chicken breast."

Wang Chunfen laughed again: "Hey, when did this taste change?"

Father Chen didn't answer, but thought that Chen Zui was eighteen years old, he was not short, but he should be able to run around.

……

It was ten past five when I woke up.

Chen Zui rubbed his sleepy eyes, and got up amidst a group of "good morning" greetings from the barrage.

The house was quiet, but when he opened the door, Chen Zui saw his father's shoes, so he went into the kitchen cautiously.

His mother had already prepared his breakfast. In addition to a large bowl of porridge, two steamed buns and two plates of pickles, there were also two chicken thighs and two chicken wings with roots.

Chen Zui pursed his lips, knowing that this was specially reserved for him by his parents.

Sometimes he doesn't understand such behavior, but it seems that parents like to leave the good things to their children no matter whether they have money or not.

Chen was the most blunt and unpretentious. After sweeping away all the food in front of him, he simply washed up and rushed down the red brick building.

The sunshine in Songcheng at 05:30 in the morning is just right, and the morning glow and dew coexist.

Chen Zui walked downstairs to the intersection and looked at the unglamorous rising sun, facing the gentle wind, full of pride in his heart.

"I want to work hard."

"I'm going to fight."

"I want to make money~~~~!!!"

The barrage gentlemen didn't feel that Chen Zui was in the inspirational scene at all.

they are discussing
【Guess my sister is wearing black or white today? 】

【Guess what my sister is wearing today is flat ground or high heels? 】

【Guess whether my sister wears makeup or not today? 】

【Sister, sister, we miss you so much】

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