Chapter 38 Meow meow meow



Chapter 38 Meow meow meow

Among all the running people, the members of the Wonton Boss Fan Club are a beautiful landscape.

In the queue, many older diners once had a stereotype that young people like them who were obsessed with "chasing stars" stayed at home all day, watching TV and using computers, buying all kinds of expensive "cards", staying up late playing games, etc.... their health must not be very good.

But the opposite is true.

After five minutes of running, most people began to pant, but the fan club led by Ye Ming and Tan Tingting still ran with a brisk pace and determined eyes.

“Blue sky and white clouds! Go for it!!! Boss Jian’s fried rice is just ahead ~ I can already see the morning market!”

"Blue sky and white clouds, walking together all the way~"

"Hold on a little longer, I'll give everyone new free gifts when we get there!"

'Blue Sky and White Clouds' is the fan name they came up with for themselves.

Some people were panting and wanted to stop, but when they heard the word "no material", golden light suddenly appeared in their eyes. They seemed to be energized by chicken blood, and their steps became swift and brave again.

The Kyoto University classmates around him all looked at him in shock.

——You all went to the same university, so why are you so different? !

Fake military training for college students: standing at attention, marching, and doing military boxing.

Real college student military training: Boss Jian’s fried rice is just ahead, and we’ll give everyone some free ingredients when we get there~

Although she was at the back of the queue, Ye Ming was almost at the front of the line. As she ran, she took pictures of Jian Yunlan with a micro single-lens camera. Every frame was absolutely beautiful. She nodded in satisfaction.

Boss Jian was running and juggling the spoon at the same time, with his hair blown back by the wind, revealing his smooth forehead and beautiful face. The sunlight outlined his delicate features and the sky-blue in his pupils.

Coupled with the huge black wok in his hand and the perfect way of flipping the wok, there is a bit of beauty in the absurdity, and a bit of absurdity in the beauty.

This is what their fans like!

Becoming a fan of Boss Jian is easier than breathing.

Not only is he handsome, but he is also talented (he’s a great cook), and he never hypes up his CP (there are no people of the same age in the working environment), he doesn’t abuse his fans, has no negative news, doesn’t pull others down, and he doesn’t even cost money (the most expensive item he buys is fried rice for 50 yuan a bowl)... They must be secretly happy to be fans of this kind of idol!

On the first day that Boss Jian set up his stall at the south gate of Peking University, Ye Ming and her boyfriend Xie Anyang became fans of Boss Jian and founded a fan club. She also posted the first confession wall post.

Later, Boss Jian became famous downstairs in Yuanzhou Group, and their fan club gradually grew. Seeing more and more people like Boss Jian, Ye Ming is also very pleased.

Boss Jian himself has amazing physical strength. He can stand under the scorching sun for several hours and still wave the wok, flip the spoon, and work in front of the hot pot. Boss Jian can do so much heavy physical labor, so naturally his fans are not willing to lag behind.

Like Ye Ming herself, she has been chasing after Boss Jian these days, and with the results of training in the gym, she has tanned skin and six solid abdominal muscles, and she looks full of strength.

She once pursued to be fair and thin, but she is very satisfied with her current figure. If she met obscene men taking pictures under girls’ skirts on the street, she could beat three of them with one punch!

Tan Tingting feels the same way.

Like Ye Ming, she also ran at the front of the team, holding a small sketchbook in her hand, drawing as she ran. A Q version of Jian Yunlan has appeared on the picture, holding a frying pan, chasing a tricycle, and frying rice while running. Jian Yunlan in the picture has a three-head body, short arms and legs, and a chef's hat on his head. He is very cute.

Yes, most of the Q-version materials in the fan club's peripherals are made by Tan Tingting. She is also called "3T Big" in the fan club. She always rushes to the front line to bring everyone the cutest pictures.

Speaking of which, Tan Tingting mastered the skill of painting when she was in high school. At that time, she painted every day, putting all her unspeakable anxiety and pain into her paintbrush. She basically relied on painting to get through the most difficult time before the college entrance examination.

But after the college entrance examination, she agreed to her ex-boyfriend's invitation after he admitted to a junior college and they started dating. After that, her personal time was infinitely squeezed. She was forced to cut ties with many friends and had less and less time to paint.

But because of Boss Jian's wontons, she recognized the true face of her ex-boyfriend and picked up her painting skills again.

So happy!

Tan Tingting was admiring her own paintings when her cell phone vibrated and three people sent her messages at the same time. They are the ex-boyfriend with the note "scumbag", the junior with the note "athlete with 188 abdominal muscles", and the senior with the note "PhD student, handsome and rich second generation".

"So annoying," Tan Tingting blocked them one by one, "Can't you see I'm busy?"

After blocking everyone, the world became quiet. Tan Tingting picked up the paintbrush again and painted a gorgeous sunflower on the paper.

Since the breakup, many people have seen her paintings and praised her for being more and more spiritual, especially the peripheral creations related to Boss Jian. The wontons and fried rice are lifelike and have a great atmosphere...

Without a man in your mind, you will naturally become a god when you pick up the pen!

So, the crowds of diners enthusiastically followed Boss Jian's tricycle and came to the morning market in Yunchuan District.

The original snack stall owners at the morning market looked at this group of people with confused eyes.

The tricycle in the front was approaching from afar at a very fast speed, and the wok at the back was still hot. The snack stand owner was running quickly behind the tricycle, frying food, and showing off his skills by flipping the wok from time to time!

What kind of professionalism is this! The snack stand owners' expressions changed.

but……

Where on earth did this magical snack stand come from?

The snack stand Lao Qi Qi not only has its own diners, but also an entire fan club.

They had never seen such a scene before!

Gu Tiancheng was very reliable and parked the tricycle at the place where he set up his stall at the night market last time. Jian Yunlan was very familiar with this area. As soon as the car stopped, he started heating up the pan and cooking a new round of fried rice. The hot oil made a sizzling sound, and the golden fried rice was bubbling in the pan...

The familiar fragrance immediately evoked many people's memories, as if they were back to that special night, passing through the heavy aromas and smelling a hint of lemon scent.

For example, Wen Moli.

After eating the lemon fried rice at the night market that time, she couldn't stop thinking about it, and later she saw Boss Jian's popularity on the Internet. Although she really wanted to eat that delicious fried rice again, her workplace was quite far from Far East Group, and there were too many people, so she really couldn't queue up!

I didn't expect that when I was strolling around the morning market today, I would meet Boss Jian riding a tricycle.

Wen Moli was so excited that she immediately joined the team. The people scattered around also rushed over like a tide.

Next to Wen Moli, there was a male college student who had eaten lemon fried rice at the night market before. He stroked his hair confidently. There are many other diners who also expressed their feelings:

"He came here to set up a stall, he has me in his heart~"

"If this isn't a secret crush, what is it? Hey, fried rice, here I come!"

"It's a destined love. I haven't even looked for him yet, but he came to me. Oh my, this is really an irresistible young lady..."

Wen Moli: “…”

Why can they be so confident? !

Unlike other confident diners, Wen Moli felt rather pessimistic as she looked at the long queue in front of her.

With so many people...is it really possible to get in line?

Middle of the team.

Li Yun had the same worries in her heart, but she was more angry about the verbal fight in front of her.

Yes, a war of words.

——In the middle of the team, there was a clear division into two factions. On the left is the "Ning Sheng faction" headed by Li Yun, Li Mingxi and classmates from the School of Planning at Beijing University. On the right is the "Gu Xingzhou faction" headed by Gu Xingzhou's secretary and capable subordinates.

Yesterday, Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou were arrested on the spot for fighting in public, and they have not been released yet.

The cause, course, and who was right and who was wrong in the fight are still being debated among diners.

As Ning Sheng's close classmates, roommates, and friends for three years, Li Mingxi and others of course stand on Ning Sheng's side.

——Ning Shen would never take the initiative to hit anyone. It must be that Gu who did something excessive first, such as snatching the fried rice or something like that. He was so despicable and shameless, and Ning Shen was just doing justice!

As subordinates who had cheated Gu Xingzhou of high salaries for several years, of course they stood on Gu Xingzhou's side.

——Whoever pays is the boss. They can’t take Mr. Gu’s money and not give him a say. Otherwise, they will be sucked away in the future... No, where else can they find such a good boss!

With completely different purposes, two groups of people stood in the team, each holding their chests and glaring at each other.

Li Mingxi said aggressively: "Our Ning Sheng was fine before he left, but when he got to the fried rice stall, he started fighting with your CEO Gu. Is this how you, a bunch of 'capable subordinates', supervise your boss?"

Gu Xingzhou's professional team was speechless. After a moment, the secretary stood up and said:

"Hello, Ning Sheng's mother. This is what happened... Both of them were young and full of vigor. Uh, because of the delicious fried rice, they had a little verbal dispute..."

In terms of momentum, he is naturally inferior.

Although they didn't understand the cause of the incident, they were not too surprised when Mr. Gu acted crazy every day and did crazy things to piss off a good kid.

Seeing that Li Mingxi had taken the initiative and gained the upper hand, the Ning Sheng faction took advantage of the situation and pursued him.

Li Yun began to present facts and evidence: "Our Ning Sheng is an excellent student with impeccable character. He has helped old ladies cross the road since elementary school and is well-known in Peking University. And your Gu, what are his merits?"

The secretary said nervously, "Our CEO Gu...his salary is high."

The students from Beijing University's computer science department raised their eyebrows: "Our Ning Sheng is a nationally certified good student and has won national awards for three years!"

The secretary said dryly, "Our CEO Gu...his salary is high."

Li Mingxi finished the final touches and made the winning move: "Our Ning Sheng has been recognized by Boss Jian. He has peeled shrimp for Boss Jian! He is also always the first in the queue! How can ordinary people match this perseverance?"

The passers-by remained neutral at first, but after hearing this, they immediately showed respect to the man named "Ning Sheng".

Wow, he actually helped Boss Jian peel shrimps!

Boss Jian's approval.jpg

And he is always the first in the queue!

Only people like them who queue up at the fried rice stalls every day can understand how valuable this is.

The crowd began to talk. This heavy punch completely defeated Gu Xingzhou's faction and left them without any chance of fighting back.

The secretary said with a look of despair: "Our CEO Gu...his salary is high."

boom!

The outcome is decided.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the Gu Xingzhou faction was completely overwhelmed by the Ning Sheng faction and had no power to fight back.

All the passers-by who were watching stood up and said, "I'm just a passer-by, let me say something fair, it sounds like Gu Xingzhou is indeed wrong in this matter."

Everyone nodded.

The secretaries and professional teams were sweating profusely.

They gathered together and discussed something in a low voice, chattering for a long time, and even took out notebooks, paper and pens to write and draw.

The Ning Sheng faction waited with their arms folded, thinking that they would fight back desperately and that they still had some unused trump cards.

The Ningsheng faction maintained a tense state of preparation, ready to go.

Unexpectedly, after discussing for a while, the secretary and the professional team threw down their notebooks and their eyes changed: "You are right!"

Ning Sheng faction: “???”

The secretary and the professional team wiped away their tears: "Do you know how we got through all these years? Wuuwuwu!"

"He scatters egg fried rice all over the floor, and I have to clean it up every time!"

"He talks nonsense and does crazy things every day, and I am forced to support him and recite lines, such as 'The president hasn't laughed in a long time' and 'This is a gift from the president, don't be ungrateful'!"

"He would wake me up in the middle of the night and ask me to accompany him to the club to enjoy the miserable scene of innocent college students being forced to work in the club..."

Every word of accusation from the professional team is heart-wrenching.

The Ning Sheng faction, which had been so tough just now, now didn't know what to do. Why do I feel...that they seem more pitiful?

The Ning Sheng faction looked at each other helplessly for a while. Out of humanitarian kindness, they could only walk over and pat them on the shoulders, handing them handkerchiefs to comfort them:

"Oh, forget it, stop crying." "You are also miserable people... We are all working, it's not easy for us." "It's almost our turn to order fried rice, be happy, there will be fried rice soon!"

"Speaking of fried rice, Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou didn't come today?" Someone nearby said casually, "Are they still in Orange?"

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

yes.

Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou have always been the top fans of fried rice, and they even fight over it...

Why didn’t you come?

As for the reason why Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou were not able to line up at the front of the line, we need to move the time forward a little.

Let’s get back to policeman Zhang.

After eating the fried rice, Lao Zhang asked Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou to take him to the fried rice stall to queue up. But after walking for a while, Lao Zhang became a little dissatisfied.

"Since you have made peace with each other, why are you still looking so cold?" Old Zhang looked to the left and to the right, feeling something was not right. After thinking for a while, he came up with a brilliant idea: "Well, hold hands."

Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou: "???"

Do you want to see what bullshit you are talking about? !

Lao Zhang: "Good friends, let's go buy fried rice hand in hand, what's wrong?"

"Or...you actually lied to me, and you didn't really shake hands and make peace?"

The two were silent: "..."

After a moment, Ning Sheng's face was stiff, and he stretched out his hand with a forced smile. Gu Xingzhou had a hypocritical smile on his face and held the hand with gritted teeth.

Both of them held on tightly.

There is a momentum that will not stop until the other party is crushed to death.

Break his right hand and see how he can eat fried rice today! Ning Sheng thought.

Why is this guy’s arm strength so strong? Does he want to arm wrestle with me? I won't lose! Gu Xingzhou thought.

This strange hand-holding activity continued until the urban management arrived.

Looking at the urban management and the chaotic food stall not far away, Lao Zhang lit a cigarette and took a deep breath: "I'll go talk to the urban management."

He walked towards the urban management officer wearing a fluorescent vest, handed him a cigarette, and said in a low voice: "Brother, see if you can make some compromise on this matter."

"The fried rice at that snack stand is really delicious. Can you wait for me to buy one before you close it down?"

Urban management: “???”

Are you a fake police officer?

On the other side, as soon as Lao Zhang walked away, Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou's hands loosened instantly, faster than an electric shock.

"If it wasn't for the fried rice, I wouldn't be shaking your hand."

"Do you think I hate shaking your hand?"

Ning Sheng had already taken out the alcohol cotton and started wiping his fingers.

Gu Xingzhou's face darkened, and he was not willing to be outdone. He looked everywhere... but couldn't find it. He could only wipe his hands on his clothes in anger.

Who are you looking down on?

Soon, the crowd began to run forward quickly, chasing the tricycle.

Ning Sheng and Gu Xingzhou were not to be outdone and started running after him. Although it's hard to tell from the outside, Ning Sheng has actually been helping his family with farm work since he was a child. Although he looks thin, he actually has a thin layer of beautifully toned muscles all over his body, and his physical strength and endurance are very good.

But Gu Xingzhou is different.

As a qualified domineering president, he was born with beautiful eight-pack abdominal muscles, but from childhood to adulthood, he always went wherever he went in a luxury car, and he had never encountered an activity that required him to run himself!

Simply put, Gu Xingzhou...

A little weak.

The first five minutes were fine, but after the sixth minute, Gu Xingzhou began to feel his eardrums bulging, his feet shaking, the world spinning, and he couldn't breathe.

It was a sunny day and it was nine o'clock in the morning. The sunlight was so bright that even though there were shadows of trees blocking his view, he was still sweating all over and his heart was beating fast.

By the tenth minute, Gu Xingzhou was breathing out more than inhaling.

"Is that the end?"

Gu Xingzhou looked towards the blue sky with despair in his eyes. In that near-death hallucination, he saw...

A bowl of fried rice.

That bowl of hot, golden fried rice.

It was passed from the mother's hands to the hands of the young Ning Sheng ten years ago, and finally to the snack stand owner who took over the spatula and stir-fried this fragrant fried rice in the busy snack stand.

After so many years of running around, searching, and persistence, I just wanted to have another taste of that hot and delicious food, and the sense of happiness that overflows when I chew it.

"I'll never be able to eat fried rice this good again." Gu Xingzhou smiled sadly, with endless sadness and mockery in his smile, "Ha, ha, everyone can eat this fried rice, not just me. It turns out I'm not worthy of it."

He looked up, through the mottled leaves, to see the endless blue sky.

The light fell on his face. But Gu Xingzhou felt very cold, as if he was in the frozen soil of a snowy field, and his pace gradually slowed down.

The running crowd quickly passed by him one by one, everyone was laughing, making noise, and chasing the tricycle full of hope with full expectation.

In the end, only Gu Xingzhou was left, panting and exhausted, left in the dark corner.

"My life is not worth it..."

Gu Xingzhou pulled the corners of his lips, gave up struggling, and the last bit of his strength disappeared. He closed his eyes and fell backwards.

But he was grabbed by a pair of hands.

The touch of those hands was familiar, with the smell of alcohol, distinct joints, slender fingers, and calluses on the fingertips from frequent keyboarding.

It’s Ning Sheng.

Ning Sheng pulled him up, carried him on his shoulders, and started running forward with Gu Xingzhou on his back.

Gu Xingzhou suddenly opened his eyes: "?"

The warm sunlight shone on them, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded. Ning Sheng ran very fast. In the blink of an eye, he had passed several people and rushed forward in the crowd like a gust of wind.

Looking at Ning Sheng's profile, thick eyelashes and quiet eyes, Gu Xingzhou's heart trembled.

He even felt his heart beating faster. Could it be that Ning Sheng turned back specifically to rescue him?

Does Ning Sheng really have him in her heart?

"You... why did you help me?" Gu Xingzhou pursed his lips and asked with difficulty, "Are you still--"

Ning Sheng frowned and glanced at him coldly: "You promised me that you would share half of your fried rice with me. Did you forget? Do you want to go back on your word?!"

Gu Xingzhou: “…”

Ning Sheng was actually very angry because Gu Xingzhou had slowed down his progress, so much so that he ran while cursing: "If you make me unable to eat fried rice, I will celebrate your first seven days of mourning next week."

Gu Xingzhou: “…………”

he! At once! Know! road!

Sure enough, it was because of Boss Jian’s fried rice.

Gu Xingzhou wanted to travel back in time and smash his own head with a hammer for being so sentimental ten seconds ago.

Ning Sheng's posture of carrying Gu Xingzhou was not elegant at all. It was just like carrying a sack, and Gu Xingzhou's stomach just happened to be against Ning Sheng's shoulders. After all this, he was almost vomited.

"Slow down, ancestor," Gu Xingzhou was so dizzy that his eyes were dull, "I'm carsick... No, I'm sick of people!"

Ning Sheng sighed:

"There are so many things to do."

He pulled Gu Xingzhou down and changed his position.

It looks like a princess hug.

But there are some subtle differences from the princess hug:

Because Gu Xingzhou's face was facing downwards.

So the visual effect is like Ning Sheng holding a big man of about 1.8 meters tall and running forward quickly.

The crowd cast admiring glances:

"Wow, that's amazing. Can you compete in the Olympics with this kind of weight-carrying?"

"Everyone really worked hard to have a bite of fried rice."

"An 80-year-old man is paralyzed on one side, but his son never leaves him and even takes him to eat fried rice..."

Gu Xingzhou, an octogenarian with hemiplegia: "..."

Ning Sheng, who was called 'son', was even more unhappy: "I'm his grandfather!"

Not far away, Director Gu Tiancheng, who suddenly had a father, sneezed: "A-choo!"

Who is thinking about me?

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