When he reached out to grab the bread and felt an empty bag, he realized that he had eaten up all the bag of bread.

"Ah..." He lay on the table, covered his stomach and rubbed it.

Xiang Xi didn't know if Cheng Boyan was late, but when he arrived at the supermarket, it was a few minutes later than usual. Yu Baoquan had already opened the door and was sweeping the floor at the door.

"Sorry, sorry," Xiang Xi ran over, "I'm late."

"It's not too late, it's not time yet," Yu Baoquan looked at him, "Are you not in the store yesterday?"

"Yeah." Although Song Yi was allowed to not be in the store one or two nights a month, Xiang Xi was still a little embarrassed and took the broom in Yu Baoquan's hand.

"Go to a friend's house?" Yu Baoquan asked while holding up the parasol. Thinking about it, he laughed again, and lowered his voice and said, "Are you going out with the girl?"

"Just my friend's house," Xiang Xi swept the floor, "and it's me alone."

"Oh... it's boring." Yu Baoquan entered the store with a smile.

Xiang Xi packed the store, took his mobile phone into the cabin and charged it. When he turned on, several text messages and missed calls popped up.

In addition to the few last night, another one was sent by half an hour ago.

Do you have your photos stored?

Xiang Xi was stunned for a moment, then he was happy and gave Cheng Boyan a reply: I didn't save it, I forgot it.

Yesterday, I went to Cheng Boyan's house to save photos, but I came back without doing anything.

If you have time, come and save it yourself, you have the key anyway.

Looking at Cheng Boyan's text message, Xiang Xi took out the key in his pocket and looked at it. The keys from the door downstairs, the door keys, and two keys that were unknown. It was a little heavy in his hand.

Xiang Xi has never had any idea about keys. He has no key of his own. After renting a house, he took a key that many people had pinched in the hands of him, but he did not feel belonging.

Now, Cheng Boyan's set of keys in his palms is that he has no landlord or tenant. He can go there at any time, cook, eat, watch TV, go around and sleep in the bedroom. Of course, he may be beaten by the King of Cleansing Ethics, but he was not beaten yesterday.

A great feeling.

No more feeling of nowhere to stay.

There are activities in the stadium next to the supermarket these two days. There are many customers in the supermarket, many people buy things, many people see things, and many people follow things.

He is very experienced in this area and has done a lot before.

Just smoke and drink, or something, either lacking or making money, or just being easy.

He and Yu Baoquan were slowly turning around in the store, and each person was responsible for half of the territory. He didn't know whether Yu Baoquan could recognize the thief, but he would definitely recognize it.

For example, the young boy who came in at about noon.

For example, students from nearby schools, after coming in, they walked slowly in front of the shelves of the small electrical appliances, picking up something from time to time to take a look.

He looked like an ordinary guest who was picking things, but Xiang Xi was sure that he was going to steal things.

He was a little nervous, his eyes were never on the things he was holding, and he was looking at things and was a little too focused.

Xiang Xi walked into the passageway next to him, walked slowly over, and looked at him through the gaps in the shelves.

Sure enough, after not taking a few steps, the boy took a small electric fan the size of a palm, turned on it and wanted to try it, and slowly moved it to the bag beside him.

"Oh," Xiang Xi called him on the shelf. The sound was not high, just enough for him to hear it, "This cannot be unpacked."

The boy was startled and raised his hand suddenly, his eyes full of panic when he looked over.

"There is a trial at the cashier," Xiang Xi pointed, "You can go over and try that."

"Oh." The boy put the small fan in his hand back on the shelf, and then looked at the shelf with a slight look, slowly walking towards the door, and finally walked out of the supermarket.

Xiang Xi went over and put the small electric fan back into the box and put it in again.

There are so many people today. Xiang Xi didn’t even have time to rest on the shelves in the morning. There were delivery people coming here in the middle and helped move them for a long time.

There were not many people at noon, and many people came to buy snacks. When they were having dinner, they couldn't just leave one person outside and took turns to eat in the lounge one by one.

Xiang Xi was the last one to go in to eat, and when he finished eating, there were still quite a lot of people in the store.

"The activities in this gymnasium must be held every day, Brother Song must die of joy." Yu Baoquan said with a smile.

"He is not happy. He can't see anyone these two days. When I came here in the morning, I said it was so annoying that the people were so annoying that they ran away," Zhang Xin brought a mop over, "Who do you two have time to drag the piece at the door? Someone just spilled milk."

"I'll go." Yu Baoquan took the mop and went over.

There was a large stall of milk at the door. Yu Baoquan dragged it a few times. Someone stepped in and almost stepped on the mop. He quickly said, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." said the man.

Xiang Xi was sorting out the stuff that was being chaotic on the shelves. When he heard the sound, he suddenly turned his head.

When he saw the person entering the door clearly, he could hardly believe his eyes, and he could not yell at all while controlling himself.

Steamed bun?

Mantou looked at him, without saying hello or expression, but just walked in the food rack like an ordinary customer.

Xiang Xi hesitated for a moment, put the things in his hand, and followed slowly.

The steamed bun has lost a lot of weight. In the past, he always joked about being thin, but now he is as thin as a fishing rod and is still a lame rod.

The clothes on my body were also very dirty. Looking at my appearance that I hadn't changed for a few days, I could smell the sour smell of sweat on the steamed buns three steps away.

In the past, steamed buns were not like this, so they were quite particular, and it was absolutely untolerated to have a taste on their bodies.

"Does this have a milky flavor?" Mantou picked up a box of biscuits and looked at it, then turned around and asked him.

"Yes." Xiang Xi nodded, took a box of milk and handed it to him, and then lowered his voice: "What's wrong with you!"

"I knew you were here," Mantou looked down at the box, reached out to grab another box, and looked back and forth at the two boxes, "I also know you are looking for me."

Mantou is much more professional than the previous child, and looks like a customer who is asking and picking things while asking.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiang Xi only stared at this matter.
Chapter completed!