Chapter 34 Angry Middle Finger
Song Yujia went to school for two more days. Although his classmates were a little curious about him, after all, he used Shen Fei to tell everyone the fact that he was naturally beautiful, but he was usually very serious in school, so no one came to question him, and most of them went to harass Shen Fei.
Fu Zhun was very nervous these past two days. He would send him messages from time to time asking him how he was feeling and whether anyone had bullied him. Although he always replied seriously that he was fine.
But because he had a full class today, Song Yujia did not go to the company to have lunch with Fu Jun at noon. Fu Jun asked to eat with video, which could be considered as eating together. Fu Jun felt relieved when he saw Song Yujia eating happily and having a good appetite.
Song Yujia had evening self-study classes, so Fu Zhun simply worked overtime at the company and went to the school to pick him up when Song Yujia got out of class.
After the evening self-study class, the small square outside the school gate was filled with carts selling snacks. Song Yujia took Fu Jun's hand and placed it on her bulging belly, grinning at Fu Jun, trying to make him understand her hint.
"Baby, are you pregnant with our baby?"
Hearing Fu Zhun's teasing, Song Yujia immediately stopped baring his teeth and turned his face away to express his unhappiness.
Fu Zhun's hand was still on his belly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, "Our baby is still moving."
Song Yujia had no choice but to hold Fu Jun's hand that was touching her belly and pull him towards the small square.
"I'm hungry, honey. I want to eat grilled squid."
“Unhygienic.”
"Oh, husband, where are there so many hygienic things to eat? This is unhygienic, that is unhygienic, there is nothing to eat, life would be so meaningless, as long as I don't die from eating, it's fine."
The square is full of stalls selling snacks. With every step I take, the smell lingering in my nose is different, but all equally tempting.
Song Yujia walked around and chose to give up the grilled squid that he wanted to eat at first, and only took an ordinary but must-eat starch sausage.
"Honey, take a bite, it's delicious."
Song Yujia put the starch intestine to Fu Jun's mouth. Fu Jun didn't want to eat it actually, but seeing Song Yujia's expectant eyes, he lowered his head and took a bite. Finally, he raised his eyebrows. The taste was unexpectedly good.
"How is it? Is it delicious? I'm not lying to you, am I?"
Seeing Fu Jun's surprised expression after eating the starch intestines, Song Yujia raised her head with satisfaction, turned around and continued to take Fu Jun to forage for food.
"Honey, look! Corn juice. Corn juice is delicious. It has a strong corn flavor."
Fu Zhun followed and thought Song Yujia's description was strange. If corn juice didn't taste like corn, then what else could it taste like? But he didn't ask, as he felt he would be laughed at if he did, so he chose to take the initiative to buy him a glass of corn juice.
"Boss, I want a glass of corn juice."
"Velvec, venti."
Song Yujia stood on tiptoe happily, trying to see the whole process of the corn juice coming out of the incubator and then into his hands.
"We squeezed this corn juice at home today. We went to the market this morning to buy big, sweet corns."
"Wow, that must be delicious."
After buying the corn juice, Song Yujia couldn't wait to put a straw in the cup and handed it to Fu Zhun's mouth first.
"Hubby, come and taste it. Did you hear what Auntie said? She squeezed it herself today. It's clean and hygienic."
Fu Jun took a sip and told Song Yujia that his aunt did not lie and that she had indeed just squeezed it today, because Aunt Liu had squeezed corn juice for him before and it tasted the same.
"When you get home and want to drink it, ask Aunt Liu to make it for you again."
Song Yujia was holding the corn juice, so happy that he didn't know what to do.
We bought a lot of snacks, including starch sausage, octopus balls, corn juice, and roasted chicken legs. It can be said that Fu Zhun has never been to a snack street, so of course he couldn't eat any snacks because they were considered junk food in his family.
Song Yujia bought a lot of snacks that she thought were delicious, and let Fu Zhun have the first bite.
In fact, they only bought one portion of each item. In the end, Song Yujia dragged Fu Zhun to buy a Xinjiang chicken dish, which they asked for to be slightly spicy.
The two of them ate the big plate of chicken in the car. It was said to be slightly spicy, but it was so spicy that Song Yujia's pretty lips turned into sexy sausage lips. He drank the extra-large cup of corn juice in a few big gulps.
Fu Zhun wanted Song Yujia to stop eating, but the spicier the food, the more addictive it is. After the spiciness subsided a little, Song Yujia scooped another large spoonful of corn juice into his mouth. The corn juice was almost gone, and Song Yujia's mouth was on fire from the spiciness. Fu Zhun had no choice but to get out of the car and go to the convenience store to buy him a bottle of water.
Song Yujia loves spicy food, but can’t handle it very well. He used to make turkey noodles at home, but the limit of his spicy tolerance is only one-third of a bag of turkey noodle sauce.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Song Yujia collapsed in the passenger seat. The Maybach that Fu Zhun loved to drive was filled with the smell of big plate chicken.
"Honey, how much money do you think they can make from setting up a stall?"
Fu Zhun thought about this question seriously while driving, and then answered: "Next to the big plate chicken, there is a small car selling Fuding meat slices. We waited for 15 minutes for the big plate chicken. According to the flow of people at that time, if the flow of people is good all night, the conservative estimate is more than 2,000."
"Ah? You make more money than I do as a secretary?"
"This is a university town. Besides you, there are students from other schools. You earn a lot but it's very tiring."
After hearing this, Song Yujia leaned against the car window in silence, and began to think about why he had worked so hard to attend the class with a salary of 2,700 yuan.
"Honey, let's set up a stall this weekend."
???
Fu Zhun couldn't tell whether Song Yujia was just interested for a moment or really wanted to set up the stall.
Fu Zhun asked cautiously, "Baby, if you were to set up a stall, what would you like to sell?"
“Ice powder!”
Okay, seriously, I’ve figured out what I’m going to sell.
"Honey, we just walked around twice and I didn't see any store selling ice jelly. I'm sure someone would like to eat something cold in this hot summer."
Song Yujia was very proud of the good idea he had come up with.
"Okay, husband, go ahead and do it. You can make more money."
"But baby, you have a transfer course this weekend."
Song Yujia's face froze and he didn't remember anything at all.
"It's okay, I'll just watch the live broadcast replay when the time comes."
"But......"
"Oh, I have my own rhythm."
Fu Jun closed his mouth.
"Hubby, when we make money, we will use it to buy the best dog food for our Jinzi, and the most expensive toys, and raise him to be fat and plump."
"Baby, Jinzi is already eating the most expensive dog food and playing with the most expensive toys."
Song Yujia fell silent, hunched over in the passenger seat with his head hung low, his whole body curled up, looking small and pitiful.
Fu Zhun glanced at him several times, but because he had to drive and couldn't touch his head to comfort him, he chose to compromise.
"Okay, baby, you don't have classes on Friday afternoon, so let's work on ice jelly together. If everything goes well, we can open a stall on Saturday night, how about that?"
Song Yujia thought Fu Zhun would not agree, so he took out his trump card: pretending to be pitiful.
Sure enough, Fu Jun agreed.
"Yeah, honey, you love me the most, and I love you the most, too. You are awesome, thank you, honey."
"Uh-huh, is that all you need to say?"
Song Yujia tilted his head. How else should he thank him? Was his thanks not sincere enough?
"I'll thank you again when I get home tonight."
OK, got it.
Song Yujia raised his middle finger angrily.
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