Cheng Ke originally wanted to ask Jiang Yuduo what was going on today. But after hearing that I was there wherever you were from Jiang Yuduo, he immediately didn't care about asking anything.

"Can you explain this to me?" He looked at Jiang Yuduo.

"It's literal," Jiang Yu took it to the window and looked out, "Chen Qing is here."

Cheng Ke didn't care whether Chen Qing came or not, nor did he want to eat that breakfast. He stood beside the table and was confused. He was not very awake when he woke up in the morning. He didn't sleep enough last night. At this moment, his mind was simply unable to digest Jiang Yuduo's words.

Jiang Yu snatched over and opened the door, and Chen Qing walked in with breakfast.

"You can throw away the key," he put the breakfast on the table. "I hate others so much."

"He plans to change his fingerprint lock," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Fingerprint lock?" Chen Qing was stunned, "Oh, I understand! Your family used a fingerprint lock, so you never take the key?"

"You finally discovered it." Cheng Ke said.

"Then your family is not too rich, many people use fingerprint locks." Chen Qing said.

"Yes." Cheng Ke felt that he couldn't even say three words to Chen Qing.

Breakfast is the soy milk fried dough stick that Cheng Ke has always wanted to eat. He suddenly felt very appetizing after taking a look.

He hasn't eaten much breakfast in the past two months. It's not too late to wake up in the morning. But he is too lazy to go out to eat and can't make it by himself, so he usually orders takeout until noon.

It is said that if he doesn't eat breakfast for a long time, he will become stupid. He doesn't know if his intelligence has declined recently.

Just always be confused.

"You can make do with this breakfast," Chen Qing said. "I don't have the money to buy any abalone or something. My third brother sometimes even depends on the debt."

"Get out." Jiang Yuduo said.

"Get out in a while," Chen Qing sat at the table, "I haven't eaten yet."

"I like these very much." Cheng Ke also sat down, looked at the breakfast in the bag, and took out a fried dough stick.

"Soy milk." Chen Qing put the soy milk in front of him and Jiang Yuduo. "There are also oil cakes. I prefer oil cakes. There are a few pies. The pure meat filling is sold out, and I bought the kind of extra vegetables."

"The leek?" Cheng Ke asked.

"Yes." Chen Qing nodded.

"Oh, then I'll eat fried dough sticks and oil cakes." Cheng Ke said.

"Why?" Chen Qing asked.

"I'm afraid of the smell!" Jiang Yuduo said impatiently.

"There are so many things," Chen Qing sighed and looked at Cheng Ke, "Hey, Jaeger-LeCoultre, what is the origin of your family? What is your father doing?"

Cheng Ke didn't say anything and took a bite of the fried dough sticks.

"It must be a businessman?" Chen Qing asked, "What business is it?"

Cheng Ke smiled but still didn't say anything.

"It's okay, I didn't think you were too rich. After all, those who are really rich wear watches worth hundreds of thousands or millions," Chen Qing said. "Your watch is only 170,000."

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

Chen Qing looked at him and waited for a while and felt a little unhappy: "Then tell me, I've been waiting for a long time."

Cheng Ke turned his head and looked at Jiang Yuduo, hoping that he could stop his rude and questioning of the rude Dharma Protector, but Jiang Yuduo was holding an oil cake and looked at him with interest while eating.

It seems to be waiting for his answer.

"Just," Cheng Ke sighed, "Real estate or something."

"Oh--real estate," Chen Qing raised his voice, "Then it's nothing. The real estate industry here is awesome...that group is here?"

Chen Qing turned to Jiang Yuduo, and Jiang Yuduo asked while eating: "What? I don't know."

"Aren't they all developed these two streets?" Chen Qing said with a hard look, "Just the boss's surname is Cheng..."

Chen Qing stopped halfway through speaking, paused and turned back to look at Cheng Ke: "What's your surname?"

"Ji." Cheng Ke said.

"Fuck! Your surname is Cheng, right?" Chen Qing slapped the table suddenly. Jiang Yuduo shivered in fear. The oil cake in his hand fell on the table. Chen Qing continued to look at him excitedly, "Cheng Ke! Are you surnamed your father? Yes? That's the group! Yes!"

"Fuck you!" Jiang Yuduo slapped him in the arm, "Are you sick?"

"Damn," Chen Qing was completely unconscious of the slap and rubbed his arms, "Then your family is quite rich..."

"Get out with your breakfast!" Jiang Yuduo picked up the oil cake and looked at it. He took a bite and then slapped Chen Qing's arm, slapped half of the fried dough sticks Chen Qing held on the table, "Get out!"

Chen Qing picked up the fried dough sticks and stuffed them into his mouth. He glanced at the time on his phone, picked up the soy milk, took a pie from the bag, and hurried over to the door: "Get out."

"Don't broadcast it everywhere." Jiang Yuhuo added.

"Don't worry." Chen Qing went out.

Cheng Ke felt that he was really thinking too little. After Jiang Yu took the sentence, he suddenly felt a little worried. He didn't want to be inexplicably known by a group of people who were kicked out of the house. He even flipped over the trash can...

"He has a tight mouth on important things, so don't worry," said Jiang Yuduo.

"Yes." Cheng Ke nodded.

"What kind of group is your father? Is it very awesome?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

Cheng Ke glanced at him and realized only then that Jiang Yuduo probably didn't know what kind of group he had, and suddenly he wanted to laugh.

What about my dad’s proud career.

"It's okay," Cheng Ke smiled, "The house you rented me may be his."

"Oh," Jiang Yuduo nodded, "It's quite expensive, Lu Qian kept scolding when she bought it."

Cheng Ke didn't say anything, lowered his head and drank a sip of soy milk: "Is there any sugar? It's so light that it's not delicious."

"Get the kitchen by yourself," said Jiang Yuduo.

Cheng Ke took soy milk into the kitchen. There were a row of small jars on the counter, including powdery, small and large ones, and the colors were similar.

His concept of sugar was basically sugar cube. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a jar and opened it, pinched a little with his fingers and put it in his mouth to taste it. It was salty, and because he accidentally licked too much, he was so salty that he wanted to tremble a little, so he quickly went to the pool next to rinse his mouth.

I took another can that looked similar, opened it and dipped it in a little bit with my fingers.

Just as he stretched out his tongue to lick it, Jiang Yuduo's voice came from the other side of the door: "This is it."

"...Oh." Cheng Ke looked back at him.

Jiang Yuduo turned around and sat back next to the table.

Cheng Ke took a spoon, put four spoons in a hurry, then stirred it, and returned to the living room.

"Has it been released?" Jiang Yuduo asked.

"Well," Cheng Ke nodded, "This is so similar to salt, it's hard to tell."

"Sometimes I can't tell the difference," Jiang Yuduo hesitated and asked again, "How many have you put out?"

Cheng Ke held the soy milk and drank it while stretching out four fingers to him.

Jiang Yuduo looked at him without saying anything.

He only took a sip of soy milk, and put down his cup and stared at the soy milk inside.

Damn what kind of candy is so sweet?

All are terrified!

Jiang Yuduo stood up, took his cup of soy milk into the kitchen, and after a while, he walked out again, put his soy milk in front of him, and replaced the cup before.

"Hmm?" Cheng Ke looked at him.

"I just took a sip," said Jiang Yuduo, "you drink my glass, I like sweeter ones."

"Okay." Cheng Ke picked up his cup and tasted it. It was great.

Jiang Yuduo took a sip of soy milk, frowned, and looked painful: "Which spoon did you use?"

"Just... that plastic round spoon," Cheng Ke felt a little sad, "Why would you better change it back."

"It's okay." Jiang Yuduo raised his head and poured a cup of soy milk into it, then took another cup of water and drank it, "You... take your time."

After breakfast, Cheng Ke was about to go back. After standing up, he remembered that he didn't have a coat now.

"The mall should be open now, right?" He walked to the window and took a look, "Damn it? It's snowing!"

"You wear mine first," Jiang Yu took out the bedroom and took a down jacket and handed it to him. "Don't go around today, you don't have only one coat."

"Just two down jackets." Cheng Ke took the clothes.

"Then let's wear that one first." Jiang Yuduo said.

"That piece is too thin, and..." Cheng Ke sighed, "After washing it, it becomes lumps."

"... Then wear my piece first," Jiang Yuduo opened the door, "I'll take you back."

"Okay." Cheng Ke took the key and went out with him.

As soon as he left the door, Cheng Ke shrank his neck. Today was obviously much colder than yesterday. He took out his cell phone and took a look. The cooling was about ten degrees.
To be continued...