Wanyu Community, Unit 3, Building 7.

Yang Sheng took a sip of ice-cold Fanta, leaned back on the sofa, looked ahead, and sighed:

"Jiang Ning, you have good skills, I'm a little convinced."

Tang Fu, who was next to her, thought of the tragic situation of the cicada after it landed. Her head was smashed and she died on the spot.

When she looked at Jiang Ning again, she felt very strange.

I'm not surprised by Jiang Ning's slingshot skills. After all, with her talent, she can easily achieve that kind of accuracy with just one week of dedicated practice.

What she couldn't figure out was that since Jiang Ning's attack was so accurate, why didn't he take the initiative in the first place?

He waited until Xue Yuantong handed the slingshot to him.

In Class 7, where Tang Fu is located, the boys in the class, such as Zhao Jinyang and Bai Hao, who have some skills, immediately jump out to show off, like peacocks with their wings spread, hoping that everyone will know.

With Tang Fu's wisdom, she could easily see their plan!

Jiang Ning is different. He is too reserved, as if he doesn't care about glory.

Tang Fu couldn't understand him.

She stared at Jiang Ning for several times, but was not noticed by him. Instead, she was noticed by Xue Yuantong, the little girl next to her. Her eyes were wary, so Tang Fu had to look away.

They sat in Jiang Ning's room for half an hour and then went back to their own room to take a nap.

After the two left, Xue Yuantong continued to watch the movie with Jiang Ning.

She lay lazily on the sofa, drank the Wanglaoji herbal tea in her hand, and put the jar on the coffee table.

Jiang Ning, who was sitting quietly, suddenly raised his leg and kicked the can into the trash can.

Xue Yuantong was moved by the scene and thought of sad things. She once thought this trick was very cool, so she secretly practiced it at home, preparing to impress Jiang Ning, sisters Chu Chu, Bai Yuxia, and Chen Siyu in one fell swoop.

That time she finished drinking Coke and kicked her in front of her mother.

The Coke can was kicked to the ceiling, and the remaining bits of Coke in the can spilled all over Mom's head.

In short, Xue Yuantong ended badly that day.

In order to cover up her sadness, she ate two dried fruits. After a while, she wanted to drink water again. She was too lazy to get off the sofa to get water from the refrigerator. What a hassle!

She wanted to ask, 'Jiang Ning, are you thirsty?'

But I feel that the plan is too clear-cut and can easily be seen through.

She used her wisdom and said righteously: "Jiang Ning, it is said on TV that people need to drink 8 glasses of water a day to ensure good health. You only drank two glasses of water today, and it is almost three o'clock now!"

Jiang Ning glanced at her and stood up to get some water.

"Yes, since you took it, help me get a bottle."

Xue Yuantong finally got her wish, she is so wise.

…

At 6:30 p.m., the lights in Pengcheng started to light up.

There were six people in the group. Chen Qian had already arrived at the B&B. He was dressed in black, thin, and wore glasses. At first glance, he looked like a student.

Far less fashionable than Dong Qingfeng next to him, Dong Qingfeng wore a floral shirt, shorts, and a folding fan in his hand, fanning himself while walking, with a standard holiday style.

"Today we eat Pengcheng ground pot chicken. We have ground pot chicken in Yuzhou, but if we say the earliest ground pot chicken, it must have originated in Pengcheng. The taste is so authentic!"

“Especially the pancake, it’s sweet and spicy and full of soup. I guarantee you won’t forget it after one bite!”

Dong Qingfeng introduced: "Today I went to eat at a time-honored ground pot chicken, the most famous old restaurant in Pengcheng. Let me tell you, ordinary people have to queue up, which is a waste of time. I happen to have a relative who is from the market. In a word, the location

thing!"

His parents are both working in the system, and the family is closely connected and helps each other.

"That store is more than 1 kilometer away from us. We just want to take a walk and enjoy the scenery of Yunlong Lake."

The road surrounds the lake, surrounded by green trees and fresh air. People walk to the bridge and look into the distance.

Within the field of vision is the beautiful Yunlong Lake, with clear water and several boats floating on the lake.

It is the season when lotus flowers are in full bloom, and the pink lotus flowers are set off by large green lotus leaves, making them look particularly delicate.

"It's beautiful!" Xue Yuantong took photos, prepared to return to the B&B, and even sent the wifi to Chuchu for appreciation.

The cool night breeze blows, walking by the lake, everyone enjoys the lake view and enjoys this comfort.

Chen Qian originally wanted to write a poem about Yunlong Lake, but after racking his brain, he couldn't think of a poem about Yunlong Lake, so he could only sigh deeply.

Dong Qingfeng was puzzled: "Why did Brother Chen sigh?"

Chen Qian: "I lament that the ancients didn't know about Yunlong Lake and buried this beautiful scenery in vain!"

Dong Qingfeng had another opinion, "It's good not to be discovered. If Yunlong Lake becomes truly famous, it will not only belong to Pengcheng, but to the whole country. By then, the tranquility may not be the same as it is now."

He continued: "I used to like a niche singer, but then he became famous and I didn't like him that much anymore."

A few people were walking and chatting, passing by a square, and saw a small stall set up there, with a big card saying "Sketch 10 Yuan per person".

A girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, holding a drawing board, draws pictures for another woman of thirty years old.

When passing by, Chen Qian glanced at the model. She was female, with single eyelids, small eyes, high cheekbones, and average appearance.

However, the sketch on the drawing board completely avoids these shortcomings and is much better than plastic surgery. The woman in the painting is really beautiful and makes people feel good about her.

When they were far away, Chen Qian lamented: "Have you seen that painting? What she painted is so contrary to art, is it still called painting?"

He sternly despised this!

Dong Qingfeng was used to Chen Qian's impulsive personality and was about to answer the call.

Yang Shengdao: "What I painted is a painting. What I painted is human feelings and sophistication."

Chen Qian laughed: "What a worldly person, but a vulgar person who sells art for money!"

Yang Sheng didn't care about the nerds.

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When we arrived at the Diguo Chicken shop, there were people waiting in line outside. Dong Qingfeng walked directly into the shop. After giving his name, the waiter immediately arranged a table.

The six people just sat down, and Dong Qingfeng took the order skillfully. The ground-pot chicken here was a small portion. He ordered two portions, and he also ordered hairtail and baby vegetables, bean sprouts, fried clams, and another portion of shredded pork with Beijing sauce.

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After ordering, he did not continue to sit down, but said: "There is also a braised pig's trotters restaurant opposite, which costs 12 yuan a portion. The taste is famously good. Which one of you wants it?"

Chen Qian refused to eat, Tang Fu signed up, and Xue Yuantong ordered a portion, planning to share half with Jiang Ning.

Dong Qingfeng came back quickly and brought three portions of braised pig trotters.

This restaurant serves food very quickly, and the shredded pork with Beijing sauce was the first one. Dong Qingfeng didn't go out for lunch and was already hungry.

He told several people: "Pengcheng's shredded pork with Beijing sauce is different. Other places have it made with tofu skin and rolled into small pancakes. You see, they make it into steamed bun rolls."

Dong Qingfeng rolled one by hand: "The baked buns have a rough texture, but they can neutralize the greasiness of the shredded pork. Try it."

He wanted to give it to Yang Sheng and Tang Fu, but they were declined. Chen Qian took it and ate it.

Chen Qian praised: "Qingfeng, you are serious."

Dong Qingfeng opened his mouth and said reluctantly: "We are all brothers, no need to be polite."

Xue Yuantong took a piece of ground pot chicken pancake and took a bite. His eyes were shining. It was indeed delicious. It cannot be said that it surpassed his mother's cooking skills, but it had a different taste.

"It's delicious!" Xue Yuantong nodded.

After Yang Sheng and others tasted it, they also praised it again and again: "I like this taste better than Yuzhou's ground pot chicken."

Seeing that they were satisfied with their meal, Dong Qingfeng was in a good mood. He raised the juice and said, "Let's have a drink!"

It's just that his expression was unnatural, and he couldn't help but recall the last time he got drunk in Thailand and surfed in public.

He didn't remember it at first, but Tang Fu told him later. After the squad leader confirmed it, Dong Qingfeng realized what a ridiculous thing he had done.

Everyone had a drink, and the atmosphere became more lively. It was one of the four great joys of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and everyone's attitude was very harmonious.

There were people chatting around, and the two middle-aged uncles at the left table were talking about the current situation, international trends, and the stock market situation.

Three men in suits at the table on the right were toasting and drinking. A young man who looked very lonely was pouring out his bitter words to the other two.

"That Manager Yang, his abilities are not as good as those of Manager Zhao, and his performance is not half as good as others. Why can he become the vice president?"

"As soon as he got on board, he immediately started to change the system. All the original benefits were gone. Last month during the Dragon Boat Festival, not a penny of gifts was given out."

"Brothers, do you think this is right?"

The young man expressed his bitterness to the two of them and said many heart-felt words.

There was quite a commotion there, and even Dong Qingfeng and the others figured out the reason. It turned out that the young man couldn't stand the vice president of the company, so he chose to resign today and invited two other colleagues with whom he was close to have dinner.

The other two people smiled and comforted him.

Their sadness did not affect Dong Qingfeng who was eating. They were just students and did not understand much about the workplace.

Dong Qingfeng thought of the sketching high school girl he met on the way to dinner, so he started the conversation and asked everyone when they first made money.
To be continued...