Chapter 10 The meat buns are a bit heavy

Qili Xiangdu.

At half past five in the morning, the sky was still bright in Shanghai, and the pink alarm clock on the bedside rang.

The little guy curled up in the cool summer quilt squirmed and rolled around on the bed before reaching out and pressing the alarm clock.

"Ah" Wen Yan sat up and yawned.

Then he started to get up, get dressed, and go to the bathroom to wash up. Due to his height, he had to step on a small stool while brushing his teeth and washing his face.

The reason Wen Yan got up so early was to go out and buy some breakfast so that he could gain some favor with Wang Luoqi and gain some happiness points by the way.

Well. It was definitely not because he felt that the girl who was still working at the desk in the early morning was a little pitiful.

After packing everything up, Wen Yan took the key and left room 601.

On the way here yesterday, he saw several breakfast shops not far from Qilixiang.

On the road.

Wen Yan also took the opportunity to check last night's results. The sadness value was 98 points, but it was less than 100. Are the netizens this year so able to withstand stress?

So a classic short sentence that induces depression, plus poisoning late at night, only increases the sadness value by 90 points. Isn’t this unscientific?

Wen Yan looked at the anger level again, it was 138 points, he grinned, this is right.

However, after this online debut, Wen Yan also discovered that the emotional value brought by the screen is not as strong as in reality.

You must know that a month ago, Mrs. Wen alone provided him with more than 100 anger points.

However, this is reasonable. After all, everyone is a stranger across the screen. Who would be angry with a stranger?

At most, there will be some emotional fluctuations in the moment you just see it.

Wen Yan felt that if he could know the source of the emotion value, he might have had a series of "sadness from xxx, +1" and "anger from xxx +1" in his mind last night.

Gee, it’s interesting to think about it.

Now that the anger level was over 100, Wen Yan easily upgraded his beginner piano to an intermediate level.

Well, we are one step closer to the Little Piano Prince.

More than ten minutes later, Wen Yan arrived at a breakfast restaurant called "Congee Ding Ji".

As soon as I entered the door, a woman in her early thirties wearing an apron greeted me: "Kid, what do you want?"

"Auntie, how much do the meat buns cost?"

Wen Yan was a little helpless. He had no money in his pocket and even asked for the price before buying something. Could this be what his father often said - people are poor and short of breath?

"It's three yuan a piece. How much do you want, kid?"

Wen Yan from the black shop complained silently in his mind that the buns near the orphanage only cost two yuan. Sure enough, the buns sold in the city were like rice noodles that had crossed the bridge, and their value increased directly.

Wen Yan continued to ask: "How much does a bowl of tofu brain cost?"

"Five dollars." The woman was not impatient and answered enthusiastically.

Wen Yan touched the change he had saved from picking up bottles in his pocket, silently calculated the price, and then said:

"Four meat buns and two bowls of tofu."

"okay."

The woman helped Wen Yan pack the buns, and while filling the tofu buns, she asked, "Do you want something sweet or salty, kid?"

"Of course it's salty!"

Faced with the controversy over sweet and salty tofu nao, Wen Yan's stance was firm, and he also added:

"Sprinkle some more soybeans, then add some chili and some vinegar."

The boss laughed when he heard this and said, "Hey, the kid is pretty heavy-handed."

Wen Yan took the buns and tofu nao and asked, "How much is the total?"

"Twenty-two yuan." The boss replied instantly.

"Auntie, give me a zero."

"No, it's a small business."

Wen Yan rolled his eyes and immediately changed his tone: "Sister, do you think twenty is okay? I'll come back tomorrow."

I don't know if the "sister" had an effect, or if the woman wanted to attract repeat customers. She nodded and said, "Okay, just this time."

Wen Yan quickly paid the bill and left. This wasn't because he was stingy. He even wanted to take advantage of others when buying breakfast.

The key is that except for the two hundred yuan that Zhao Wanqi stuffed, he really has no money.

"A penny can stump a heroic man. The ancients never deceived me." Wen Yan decided that he wanted to make money!

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Returning to Qili Xiangdu, he opened the door and looked at the wall clock in the living room, which read six fifteen.

He put breakfast on the dining table and did not go to wake up Wang Luoqi. She probably went to bed very late yesterday, so he went to wake her up now. If he met someone who was angry about getting up, he would not throw her downstairs.

He is not hungry now. After Wang Luoqi gets up, he will heat it up in the microwave and they can eat it together.

Just as he was about to go back to his room, he heard the bathroom door creak. He turned around and saw Wang Luoqi coming out of it wearing sandals.

She was wearing a bear pajama that hung down to her knees, with her back to the sunlight coming from the bathroom, which outlined the exquisite curves of her upper body. The unblocked parts of her pajamas revealed her slender, white calves.

At this time, she was holding a toothbrush in her mouth, with some foam at the corner of her mouth. Her long black hair was not tied up and was hanging casually on her shoulders. Her oval face also had a unique morning laziness.

"Hey, you got up so early?" Her voice was a little vague.

"Sister Luo Qi, I'm a bit confused about my bed. I woke up early in the new environment." Wen Yan made an excuse at random.

Then he pointed to the breakfast on the table: "When I was walking downstairs just now, I bought some breakfast on the way?"

Wang Luoqi walked to the dining table and looked at the steamed buns and tofu buns on the table: "Did you buy them on the way?"

Wen Yan was embarrassed to say that it was hard for you to stay up late and work, so he bought you some breakfast. A girl with a strong personality like Wang Luoqi didn't need anyone's pity.

Besides, he is just a child now, and it is not appropriate to say too much, so he just lied casually:

"Hmm, my bones are a little weak. The dean and grandma asked me to run more in the morning to exercise. Is this breakfast something I bought when I was hungry when I came back from running?"

"Okay, let's eat together later." Wang Luoqi turned back to the bathroom and continued washing.

Hey, I'm not hungry yet. Looking at Wang Luoqi's back, Wen Yan didn't shout out these words after all. He had to make up for the lies he told.

A few minutes later.

The two gathered around the dining table and started eating.

Wang Luoqi took a sip of tofu nao and squinted his eyes slightly, seeming to think it tasted pretty good:

"By the way, I forgot to give you pocket money yesterday. How did you buy breakfast?"

"I saved it when I was picking up bottles."

Wen Yan didn't feel that there was anything to feel inferior about picking up bottles. After all, every penny he spent was soaked in his sweat.

Wang Luoqi, who was eating steamed buns, paused slightly. She felt that the small meat buns in her hands suddenly gained weight.

After breakfast, Wang Luoqi returned to the bedroom.

Looking at her back, Wen Yan cursed, I bought breakfast today, can't you clear the table?

Sure enough, the eldest lady is the eldest lady, and she is just a runner. Wen Yan sighed and threw the disposable tableware into the trash can.

At this moment, Wang Luoqi walked out. She handed Wen Yan some cash and said, "This is five hundred yuan. You can keep it as pocket money."

Wen Yan's eyes lit up slightly. The twenty-yuan breakfast was exchanged for five hundred dollars in cash, which was directly a twenty-five times rebate.

Sister Luo Qi, could Feining be my urban god system?
Chapter completed!