The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 10 The meat bun is a little heavy

Seven Mile Fragrance.

At 05:30 in the morning, the sky in Shanghai was still bright, and the pink alarm clock beside the bed rang.

The little guy curled up in Xia Liang's quilt wriggled and rolled around on the bed before reaching out to press the alarm clock.

"Ah" Wen Yan sat up and yawned.

Then he started to get up and get dressed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. Because of his height, he had to step on a small stool when brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The reason why Wen Yan got up so early was to go out to buy some breakfast, so as to gain some goodwill with Wang Luoxi, and by the way, to reap some joy points.

Hmm. It wasn't because he felt that the girl who was still working at a desk in the early morning was a little pitiful.

After packing up, Wen Yan took the key and left Room 601.

On the way here yesterday, he saw a few breakfast shops not far from Qilixiang.

On the road.

Wen Yan also took the opportunity to check the results of last night. The sadness value of 98 points was less than [-]. Are the netizens in this session so strong against pressure?
So the classic depressing phrase, and the poisoning in the night, actually increases the sadness value by 90 points, is this unscientific?

Wen Yan glanced at the anger value again. At 138, he grinned, right?

However, after this online debut, Wen Yan also discovered that the emotional value brought by the screen is not as strong as in reality.

You must know that a month ago, Mrs. Wen provided him with more than 100 anger points by herself.

However, this is also reasonable. After all, everyone is a stranger across the screen. Who would be angry with a stranger.

At most, the moment you just saw it, there will be some emotional fluctuations.

Wen Yan felt that if he could know the source of the emotional value, he might have a series of "sadness from xxx, +1" and "anger from xxx +1" in his mind last night.

Gee, it's interesting to think about.

Since the anger value exceeded [-], Wen Yan easily upgraded his beginner piano to the intermediate level.

Well, the distance from the little piano prince is one step closer.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Yan came to a breakfast restaurant called "Porridge Ding Ji".

As soon as he entered the door, a woman in her early thirties wearing an apron greeted, "Little boy, what do you want?"

"Auntie, how much is the meat bun?"

Wen Yan was a little helpless. He had no money in his pocket and he had to ask the price before buying something. Could this be what Dad often said—people are poor and short-tempered?
"Three dollars a piece, how much does the child want?"

Wen Yan, a black shop, complained silently in his heart. The steamed buns near the orphanage were only [-] yuan. Sure enough, the steamed buns in the urban area were like the rice noodles that crossed the bridge, which directly increased their value.

Wen Yan continued to ask, "How much is a bowl of tofu brain?"

"Five dollars." The woman was not impatient, but answered enthusiastically.

Wen Yan touched the change he had saved by picking up bottles in his pocket, silently calculated the price, and then said:
"Four meat buns, two bowls of tofu brain."

"okay."

The woman helped Wen Yan pack the buns and asked, "Do you want sweet or salty, kid?"

"Of course it's salty!"

In the face of the sweet and salty debate over tofu brain, Wen Yan's position is firm, and he also added:

"Sprinkle some more soybeans, then some chili and some vinegar."

Hearing the words, the boss smiled and said, "Yo, children are quite heavy-mouthed."

Wen Yan took the steamed buns and the bean curd and asked, "How much is the total?"

"22 yuan." The boss replied in seconds.

"Auntie, give me a zero."

"No, small business."

Wen Yan rolled his eyes and immediately changed his tone: "Sister, look at twenty lines, I'll be back tomorrow."

I don't know if this "sister" played a role, or if the woman wanted to get a repeat customer, she nodded and said, "Well, just this time."

He paid the bills and left with Wen Yan and hesitantly.

The point is that apart from Zhao Wanqi's 200 yuan, he really has no money.

"A penny beats a heroic man, and the ancients do not deceive me." Wen Yan decided, he wanted to make money!

……

Returning to Qilixiangdu, opening the door, Wen Yan glanced at the wall clock in the living room, it was six fifteen.

He put breakfast on the dining table, and didn't call Wang Luoxi to get up. She probably went to bed very late yesterday, so he went to wake her up now, and he didn't throw him downstairs when he encountered someone who felt irritated.

He is not hungry now. After Wang Luoqi gets up, he warms it up in the microwave, just in time to eat together.

Just when he was about to go back to his room, he heard the door of the bathroom "creak", he turned his head and saw Wang Luoqi stepped on the sandals and came out.

She was wearing bear pajamas hanging down to her knees, with her back facing the sunlight from the bathroom, she outlined the exquisite curves of her upper body, and the uncovered part of the pajamas revealed her slender and fair calves.

At this moment, she was holding a toothbrush, with some foam at the corners of her mouth, her long black hair was not tied up, it was casually draped over her shoulders, and her goose egg face also had a lazy morning peculiar to her.

"Hey, getting up so early?" Her voice was a little vague.

"Sister Luo Qi, I recognize the bed a little bit and wake up earlier in a new environment." Wen Yan made a random excuse.

Then he pointed to the breakfast on the table: "When I was walking downstairs just now, I bought some breakfast on the way?"

Wang Luoqi walked to the dining table and glanced at the steamed buns and bean curd on the table: "Bought it on the way?"

Wen Yan is also embarrassed to say that it is very hard for you to stay up all night and work, so you can buy some breakfast for you. A girl with a strong personality like Wang Luoxi doesn't need any pity.

Besides, he is just a child now, and it is inappropriate to say too much, so he casually lied:

"Well, my body is a little weak. Grandma Dean asked me to run more in the morning to exercise my body. These breakfasts were bought when I was hungry when I came back from running?"

"Okay, we'll eat together later." Wang Luoqi turned around and went back to the bathroom, continuing to wash up.

Hey, I'm not hungry yet. Looking at Wang Luoxi's back, Wen Yan didn't say these words after all. The lie he told can only be fulfilled by himself.

After a few minutes.

The two gathered around the table and began to eat.

Wang Luoqi took a mouthful of bean curd brain, narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to think that the taste was not bad:
"By the way, I forgot to give you pocket money yesterday. How did you buy breakfast?"

"I saved it when I picked up the bottle."

Wen Yan didn't think there was anything to feel inferior when picking up a bottle. After all, every penny of his was soaked in his sweat.

Wang Luoqi, who was eating buns, made a slight movement. She felt that the small meat bun in her hand suddenly gained weight.
After breakfast, Wang Luoqi went back to the bedroom.

Looking at her back, Wen Yan was a little sullen, today is the breakfast I bought, can't you clean up the table?

Sure enough, the eldest lady is the eldest lady, and she is an errand. Wen Yan sighed and threw the disposable tableware into the trash can.

At this moment, Wang Luoxi came out, and she handed Wen Yan some cash, and said, "This is 500 yuan, you keep it as pocket money."

Wen Yan's eyes lit up slightly. The 20 yuan breakfast was exchanged for 500 yuan in cash, which is directly 25 times the rebate.

Sister Luo Qi, could it be that Feining is my urban superhero system?
(End of this chapter)