Break Through the Steam Game Library Chapter 440

"Noodles!" The boss is really bold. He eats the noodles and brings a stainless steel washbasin. It is full of dangdang, sharp noodles in clear soup, and comes with three ceramic sea bowls as personal tableware, and brings out the hot pork scumbag. One pot, one bowl of spicy oil, one pot of Kung Pao chicken as a side dish, and at the end, three or five heads of garlic were thrown on the table.

Lu Zhengkang took a photo of the Long Live Band and returned to the dinner table to plan to eat. Su Xiangli was holding his own bowls and chopsticks, feeling a little at a loss. The boss casually took the male chopsticks and threw a pound of noodles for the little girl, and motioned to her. Choose your own dishes as toppings.

Lu Zhengkang grinned, and the minced pork fried out of bean paste, together with the spicy and diced chicken, all fiddled with his own bowl. Children only make choices, like I want it all. After reconciling his noodles, Lu Zhengkang took another head of garlic and peeled it carefully.

The boss looked at him with a mouthful of garlic and a mouthful of noodles. He looked like a northern boy, so he was very happy, and even asked him, "Do you want it? I'll cook some more."

"Enough, almost enough. No trouble, eat, eat noodles."

Lu Zhengkang saw that the washbasin in the table was filled with at least six catties of noodles, like pigsty trough food, squishy. It is really unacceptable for diners without a big heart and rough nerves, at least for Su Xiangli. , Her view of food culture is being severely impacted.

What is the dining table in her impression? The exquisite small plates contain small meals, and the bowls and plates are gathered together. At first glance, it looks like a cluster of beautiful flowers. The spoons and chopsticks are placed like branches, and they are neatly arranged. But now it's really different. The food is a washbasin. The washbasin is a tool for washing your face. How can it be used for food?

The great "cooking" should live on the elegant porcelain lamp seat, not squatted in a basin!

Lu Zhengkang knew that the little girl was having a temper, so he took her bowl, put a spoonful of red oil, put some diced chicken, stirred and rolled, "Come on, open your mouth, ah--"

Su Xiangli resisted for half a second, and then silently accepted the feed.

Lu Zhengkang was impatient after feeding it twice, "Eating by myself, I have something to ask."

"Oh."

Lu Zhengkang turned around and asked the boss, "I want to buy Wanqing and Long live discs, and a turntable, how much is it?"

"These items of mine are not for sale. Your brother is kind to me, but I still can't sell it to you. Many things are out of print. It took me so much effort."

Lu Zhengkang explained, "I bought Wanqing's "Kill That Shijiazhuang Man" because my grandfather likes this song. Does he know who he is?"

"Hey, the young man can really laugh, how do I know who your grandfather is? I'm not a fortune teller." The boss was full of garlic, his eyes and his nose choked.

"My grandpa's name is Lu Xuefeng."

"Oh, Lu Xuefeng, huh?!" The boss shot up, and the bowls on the table trembled. Su Xiangli almost didn't poke his chopsticks into his nose.

Lu Zhengkang smiled and said, "I said my grandpa is a long live guitarist."

"Really him?" The boss's narrow eyes pumped tears, "I'm his idol, no, no, he's my fan, no, oh, oh, ah!" He clapped his hands and laughed up to the sky, "I can I like him!"

"He is now a farmer."

The boss looked happy, "It's okay, it's okay. My idol is the most literary and literary even if he digs out dung." After he said that, he realized that he was open-mouthed. After thinking about it, he suddenly lost his appetite. Instead, he was a child. His mind is clear, and he doesn't think much about his vulgar words.

With the protection of grandpa, Lu Zhengkang finally got what he wanted. The mid-range second-hand record player was discounted for 1,600, mainly because he could not shop on the e-commerce platform, and the boss also gave away albums by Wan Qing and Long live. Each one, Lu Zhengkang also wanted some of the other albums, but the number was not large, and the boss was not willing to give them.

Finally, the boss commissioned Lu Zhengkang to bring the idol back with autographs.

Everything is packed in a small carton, packed so that the robots can hold them, but they can't be seen by them. If they see them, then Lu Zhengkang's money and all the time spent will have to be washed away.

I have to figure out a way to fool my parents...

Su Xiangli suddenly asked him, "You are so rich, how did you save it? My parents won't let me use the money."

"There is a saying that takes it from the people and uses it for the people." Lu Zhengkang shook his head.

"What, fool me."

"I told you that my grandfather gave me a pair of headphones."

"Did you sell the headphones?"

"No, it has nothing to do with the earphones. My money is given by Teacher Zheng, but now the earphones are used as collateral on his side, and I can redeem them when I make money in the future."

"Hey, it's so stingy." Su Xiangli pouted, "You were all ready before, it's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"It's okay, I'm going home, don't ask." Su Xiangli touched the phone in his pocket, and this time specially asked for pocket money. I thought Lu Zhengkang could not afford it, but now she has nothing to show. opportunity.

Alas, too, it's just a small amount of money~www.mtlnovel.com~ ahem, let's not talk about this first, I have to put the things we buy into your house first. "

"why?"

"My parents definitely don't agree. It will be troublesome to explain at that time. I plan to take you to Grandpa's house on National Day. I will send things there by the way."

"Isn't it just a singing...well!" Su Xiangli was covered by Lu Zhengkang's mouth.

"It's that thing, don't say it."

Su Xiangli was a little dull by him, and couldn't help sticking out his tongue and licking Lu Zhengkang's palm.

"Hey, you are disgusting." Lu Zhengkang took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands with disgust.

"Oh, your hands are salty."

"Okay, okay, don't say it, I know that my hands are salty, can I not be salty if I sweat?" Lu Zhengkang raised his hand and sniffed, then whimpered again, "Your saliva smells!"

"It's garlic smelly, no, I'm not smelly, you smell the most! It's smelly and bad!" Su Xiangli was furious.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "Don't say that. It is said that those who are near Zhu are red and black are black. I was only bad. I must have been with you for a long time. If you don't smell the smell for a long time, it will melt with it; if you live with bad people, like entering the abalone, if you don't smell it for a long time, it will melt with it. "Do you know what it means?"

"Me!" Su Xiang lied, and realized that he really didn't understand at all, so he turned to ask Baiyang Yangzhen, "What does he mean by this?"

Baiyang Yangzhen: (??_??) "Classmate Lu said you are a salted fish."

Su Xiangli was stunned for a while, "Nothing?"

Hundred sheep Yang Zhen: "Yes."

Brother: "This passage from Xiaolu comes from "The Analects"..."

"Shut up." ×2

Su Xiangli pounced on Lu Zhengkang, "I killed you!"

"AWSL!"

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