Rebirth Hong Kong as a hero

Chapter 47 Dinner
"Eh"

Ji Bu quickly reached out his hand to signal Miao Zhihua not to continue: "Sir Miao, don't beg for words. I can't afford to talk like that."

"There's no need to be so polite between us."

He now knows why his elder brother Ali and Miao Zhihua have maintained an undercover superior-subordinate relationship for several years, and Ali is still willing to continue.

Although Ji Bu and Miao Zhihua are in a transactional relationship, the two need each other and get what they want, but Miao Zhihua actually takes the initiative.

Miao Zhihua can talk, and when talking to himself, his posture is very low, without that kind of high-spirited feeling.

and.

After being out for so long, Miao Zhihua never took the initiative to contact him, let alone urged him to speed up the progress of the task, and never took the initiative to interfere with the self-righteous plan of action for Ji Bu.

He also tried his best to cooperate with the song and dance hall, and the tail handled it very well, which made Ji Bu quite satisfied.

and so.

Ji Bu's impression of Miao Zhihua is also much better.

That's how he is, whoever gets along with him and who treats him well, Jibu respects the other person very much.

"Hehe, you kid."

Miao Zhihua grinned: "OK, it's up to you. Also, pay attention to safety, safety first."

He took a deep breath, and took a heavy sip of the cigarette: "No matter what, you can't have problems like your brother Ali, otherwise I won't have the face to go to the cemetery to see him."

"Push the street!"

Ji Bu cursed angrily, and then added in a heavy tone: "The next time I visit him, bring him a bag of Marlboro for me, he likes to smoke this most."

"Ah."

Miao Zhihua nodded.

The two smoked cigarettes each.

"correct."

Ji Bu seemed to have thought of something, and opened his mouth to ask, "How much money did your nephew borrow from Daxiong Account?"

"Um"

Miao Zhihua groaned, and stretched out a slap: "50!"

"50?"

Ji Bu glanced at Miao Zhihua after hearing the words: "So many? Your nephew is playing wild."

"Cough cough..."

Miao Zhihua cleared his throat: "I don't know how high the sky is and the earth is thick, and I will have a long memory when I hit the street."

10 minute later.

Miao Zhihua pushed open the door of the interrogation room and came out, and handed a completed statement to Inspector Zhang in charge:
"After the investigation, it's just setting off firecrackers. It has been criticized and educated. Let him go."

"Okay, Sir Miao."

Inspector Zhang took the notebook and asked one more question: "Do you want this kid to pay a fine and have a long memory?"

"Falling on the street."

Miao Zhihua rolled his eyes angrily: "Just let it go, this kind of person has no time to play with him."

"Goodbye."

Ji Bu came out of the interrogation room, and waved to Inspector Zhang at the door: "Sir Zhang, remember to go to the Public Relations Division tomorrow to claim a real-name commendation letter."

"Falling on the street."

Inspector Zhang cursed in a low voice, but ignored him.

It was already eight o'clock in the evening.

out of the police station.

Ji Bu walked outside for a while and entered the public phone booth. He hung up the phone to tell the company that he was fine, went into the convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes, then hailed a taxi and headed towards his residence.

Get off and pay the fare.

look up.

The light was on in the living room, so A'e must have returned.

Go upstairs.

"it's me."

This time, Ji Bu seemed to be familiar with the road, raised his hand to knock on the door, and said, "Cousin, open the door!"

only.

No one responded.

Ji Bu couldn't help but looked up at the vents on the door and window, knocked on the door a little harder, and shouted again: "Cousin, open the door!"

"I'm coming."

A'e's voice finally rang out, and with the hurried small steps, the door was opened, and A'e, wearing an apron and holding a knife in her right hand, appeared at the door.

"I rely on!"

Ji Bu subconsciously took a step back: "Cousin, what are you doing, butcher?"

"what"

Only then did A'e realize that her movement of holding the knife was a bit exaggerated, and quickly shook her head to signal Ji Bu to come in:

"No, I happened to be cooking in the kitchen, so I didn't hear your knock on the door."

She turned sideways to get out of the way: "It's just in time for you to come back. The last choy sum will be ready soon, and you can eat it after entering the water."

"Go and rest first, soon."

"Is it."

Ji Bu sniffed, and the rich meaty smell spread over his face, not to mention, the smell made people move their index fingers.

Enter the living room.

Ji Bu couldn't help but raised his eyelids, and glanced at the kitchen in surprise.

A'e was quite diligent. After she came back, she tidied up the house and re-covered the sofa, making the room cleaner and tidy.

After a few minutes.

The two sat opposite each other at the table.

Freshly chopped roast goose, dry-fried turbot, boiled cabbage heart, and a seaweed pork rib soup to take away, all of which are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

"Didn't I let you eat outside?"

Ji Bu looked at the food on the table: "You have to work so hard to make it yourself, did you wait for me?"

"Isn't it convenient and affordable to do it yourself?"

A'e put the rice on the table, lowered her head and took off her apron, and stroked the hair hanging by her ear with her right hand:
"Taste it quickly and see if it tastes good."

"Um"

Ji Bu was also polite, picked up a small piece of turbot with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

The skin of the dry-fried fish is crispy, with a light fried fragrance, and the meat inside is refreshing, smooth and not old.

Everything is just right.

then.

He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup into his bowl and took a sip.

"how is it going?"

A'e didn't bother to eat, her eyes were bright, and she looked at Ji Bu with full expectation: "How do these dishes taste?"

"smell?"

Ji Bu picked up his chopsticks and picked up another piece of fish to start eating: "If you don't eat someone else, you won't have anything to eat."

"whee."

Ah'e was amused by Ji Bu's words, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and she picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat:
"It's fine if you like it, but I'm afraid it won't taste good and you won't like it."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu looked at A'e who was smiling and brimming with the joy of being affirmed, and shook his head involuntarily:

"Who did you learn your craft from? It's pretty good."

"Do it yourself from a young age."

A'e chewed and swallowed what was in her mouth before speaking: "You'll know when you do it more times."

"However, today's turbot is the first time I try to make it, so it's a little bit old. I should be able to master the heat when I cook it next time."

"Thank you."

Jibu scooped up the pork rib soup with a spoon: "I'm lucky tonight."

"You can still do it tomorrow."

A'e has the joy of being recognized: "I haven't used up the money you gave me today. I have more. I can cook for you for a few days."

"Ha ha."

Ji Bu smiled and said nothing.

The two were eating while chatting, and the lights above their heads set off the silhouettes of the two of them. Looking from the window, there was an inexplicable warmth.

(End of this chapter)