The time may not be much different, but the old uncle was still cutting meat, and the five fires were left empty, so he had to do it five times. He decided to follow the advice of a skilled worker like Duan Feifan.

However, just pouring water into the bucket, it seemed like the scene of washing clothes yesterday was heavy. The moment the water was poured in, it splashed his legs.

Then I put the spices in. My aunt had already piled up all the spices and put them in a cloth pocket and put them in a pot.

When he picked up the pot, he realized that the play was really heavy.

Fortunately, I am mostly a person who has been trained for several years.

He put the pot on the serial stove, and the fire made his face hot.

"Jiang Kuo is still a little muscle?" The old aunt took a large spoon and added sauce to the pot, and turned around and said to Duan Feifan.

"Oh," Duan Feifan finally made him clear, "a hundred people who do whatever they want."

"Really!" said the old aunt in surprise, "I can't see it."

"Continue." Duan Feifan clapped his hands, "Come on, come on, let's get the pot again."

Jiang Kuo turned to look at him.

Duan Feifan compared him a v.

Put meat, pour water, add spices, raise the pot to the stove, add sauce, add meat, pour water, add spices, raise the pot to the stove, add sauce...

The matter was not very complicated and it was not very difficult to do, but he kept bent down, got up hard, and added the fire next to him. Jiang Kuo felt that his back was sweating even before he could finish it.

And he didn't know what, he didn't know how it happened. The front of his clothes was full of ideas, big and small, deep and shallow.

"Is it still cool when the wind blows?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Hmm?" Jiang Kuo looked at him.

"Why am I shirtless?" Duan Feifan said, "It's because of the heat."

"Damn," Jiang Kuo reacted, "You can really remember."

"I remember that my 'sex is good." Duan Feifan looked at his clothes again, "What a pity, I really can't wash it off."

"Then throw it away." Jiang Kuo said.

"How much does this clothes cost?" Duan Feifan asked.

"I don't remember," Jiang Kuo pulled his clothes and looked at it, "More than three thousand?"

"Monthly living expenses?" Duan Feifan raised his thumb and shook it in front of him, "Jiang Qian."

Jiang Kuo quickly flicked his thumb before he took his hand back.

"Ah!" Duan Feifan shook his hand, "It hurts!"

"That's right." Jiang Kuo turned around and continued to work.

Under Duan Feifan's reminder, Jiang Kuo had a clear and intuitive understanding of his monthly living expenses.

A T-shirt.

He can only afford a T-shirt if he doesn't eat or drink for a month.

Although this comparison would not immediately make him feel like "heartache", he was still quite surprised.

Usually, he buys clothes every time during the season change, but he basically takes things like T-shirts and things like this one after seeing them, and then takes ten or eight pieces to wear.

He also felt that he was not very particular about wearing this, so he could just take some of it and would not be able to match it with it...

"Let him rest for a while." Duan Ling walked to Duan Feifan and whispered, "It's been two hours."

"The horse is finished." Duan Feifan took out the most batch of beef in the refrigerator.

"Are you doing this?" Duan Ling said, "Where are you trying to make trouble for the stupid guy?"

"He said the work," Duan Feifan said, "just follow the work and he will calculate the money."

"What is he trying to do? Is life experiencing?" Duan Ling sighed, "Wearing a few thousand yuan of clothes to sauce beef, I was exhausted from the holiday season, and I just got rid of the hot soup."

Duan Feifan: "He doesn't know what he is going to do."

Jiang Kuo was very sure that the work he did seriously affected the progress of Niu Sandao's beef making this time.

Although Duan Feifan could go to the store to do other things because he was giving the meat pot here, with Duan Feifan's proficiency, he personally finished the pot and then did other things, and it would not take so long...

When Jiang Kuo put the most beef on the stove, he felt a little tired.

This exercise state, which is different from the previous training, makes him particularly tired.

After washing his hands, he sat in the chair, feeling his waist relaxed and he didn't want to move anymore.

"Give it," Duan Feifan walked to him and squatted down, handed over a T-shirt, "Switch it off."

"Thank you." Jiang Kuo took his clothes and looked around.

"What are you looking for?" Duan Feifan asked.

Jiang Kuo stood up and looked at Duan Feifan who was already wearing clothes: "Where did you change it?"

"Take it off here," Duan Feifan said, "wear here."

Jiang Kuo looked at the old aunt, then turned to look at Duan Ling who was sharpening the knife in the middle: "This is your old aunt and your sister, it's not mine, it's inconvenient."

"Oh." Duan Feifan stood up and said, "Come on."

Jiang Kuo followed Duan Feifan's door into the stairs.

Niu Sandao’s third floor, the largest one is the storefront, two rooms on the second floor, and the small piece in the middle looks like a living room. The area is smaller than the building, but it is cleaned up.

"My uncle and the others live here," Duan Feifan pointed to another small house. "Duan Ling used to live in that room and moved out after working."

"Do you live on the third floor?" Jiang Kuo asked.

"Yes." Duan Feifan took him to the third floor.

The third floor is a small attic with a bathroom, a small area, a bed, wardrobe and a table, and a single sofa.

"Is this OK?" Duan Feifan asked.

"Yes." Jiang Kuo responded, and did not change his clothes. He looked around, "Do you live here?"

"Absolutely," Duan Feifan took out the chair under the table and sat down, "I've lived there for almost ten years."

It can be seen that I have lived there for a long time. The wallpaper stickers on the walls are old, the desk lamps are also old-fashioned, and the furniture looks like it has been for many years...

However, Duan Feifan is a neat person. Like his wardrobe, the cottage is also very neat and the books on the table are neatly stacked.

It looks quite warm.

But it's too much... How can I say it? Mr. Jiang said that his "chaotic" bedroom can tell what it is like to live here.

But you can't even tell that the people living here are probably always, men or women.

Living for almost ten years.

What about ten years ago?

Jiang Kuo didn't ask in detail, and I don't know if the prison meeting card in Duan Feifan's closet was locked up with his father. After all, he never mentioned his mother. If so, that means that his father was in jail and Duan Feifan lived with his uncle.

Is this considered dependent on others?

Forget it, although my uncle's family still looks very close to Duan Feifan, although the air conditioning and electric fans in the room are all equipped, there is a small air purifier next to the wardrobe.

But it's not my own home.

"You must be dissatisfied with this dress," Duan Feifan looked down at his phone, raised his hand and pointed to the cabinet on his body, "There are more than three thousand in the closet, and there are more than three hundred to make up for a few."

"As long as it's not an advertising shirt," Jiang Kuo opened the clothes and looked at them. It was a very simple white t-two with a black and white dog head as big as a palm printed on the front, and a finger-sized word on the back. Jiang Kuo paused, "Did you buy this clothes yourself or give it to someone else?"

"I bought it." Duan Feifan said, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Kuo faced him with his clothes on his back.

The characters printed on the back are very small, but they are still very clear.

dog.

Also brought a pronunciation.gou.

"Brother, do you guy." Jiang Kuo said.

Duan Feifan got up: "This is the brother outfit I bought with Benben. It has been bitten by it."

"Is it a dog too?" Jiang Kuo took off his clothes and shook his clothes.

"It's written in "right," Duan Feifan said, "Dawuhey."

Jiang Kuo was having fun with his clothes for a long time.

"Would you like to read the tattoo?" Duan Feifan said.

Jiang Kuo turned his back to him: "It's cool."

This zipper tattoo comes down along the spine, quite long, and at the waist point, just like the arm, it is in a state where the zipper is not opened.

Duan Feifan saw a small red circle in the middle of his left waist.

"What's that red one?" He leaned closer and looked.
To be continued...