Wan Feng felt that he had many similarities with the kid who had overturned his car on the road just now. The difference was that he failed to drift out of the car, while he was knocked over by someone else.
Luan Feng couldn't help laughing while brushing off Wan Feng.
"You still have the nerve to laugh?" Wan Feng was angry.
"You too, why can't you withstand any impact at all? You fall down as soon as you are hit!" Luan Feng complained.
If I don't take the hit, I should be knocked down? What's the logic behind this?
"Even if I were made of iron, I couldn't withstand the ferocity you displayed just now. Besides, I haven't eaten yet, so of course I'm exhausted."
When Luan Feng heard that Wan Feng hadn't eaten yet, her eyes widened: "Then why aren't you eating? There are plenty of places selling food in the market food street!"
"I want to eat the food you cook."
At Wan Feng's words, Luan Feng's eyes immediately narrowed, and countless little stars flew out of them. While she was brushing off the dust, she gently twisted Wan Feng's body.
"Then let's go to the cafeteria and see if there's anything to eat."
The two came to the cafeteria.
The chef who prepares the night meals in the cafeteria won't be here until after nine o'clock, so there's no one in the cafeteria now.
After entering the cafeteria, Luan Feng started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, and finally found a bowl of leftover rice in the rice pot.
"In order to prevent the workers from getting stomachaches, I let the chefs in the canteen take the leftovers home to feed the pigs. Today there is only one bowl of rice left. Can I make fried rice for you?" Luan Feng no longer had the energy to hit someone with her car, and asked gently like a lady.
Wan Feng nodded: "Okay!"
Wan Feng brought firewood and lit the fire, then pulled the bellows and watched Luan Feng, who was busy working in an apron.
While cooking, Luan Feng introduced the production situation of the garment factory in the past three months.
With no change in staff size, the garment factory's output remained at its previous level.
But profits were slightly higher than before, thanks to fine-tuning prices on some clothing items.
Now I can earn 30,000 to 40,000 yuan more a month than before.
The money for year-end bonuses for workers has come out.
It took half an hour from lighting the fire to making the fried rice, so Luan Feng also spent half an hour introducing it.
Wan Feng just watched Luan Feng twisting her beautiful waist while cooking, and didn't listen to what she said.
Luan Feng brought a bowl of fragrant fried rice to Wan Feng, then sat opposite Wan Feng and watched him eat without blinking.
"Don't look at me. I can't eat if you look at me." Wan Feng protested.
"If you can't eat, it means you're not hungry!"
Oh my god, that makes a lot of sense.
"You seem to have lost weight, really!" Luan Feng was talking nonsense over there.
I've lost weight, but actually I'm fat. I weigh 118 kilograms now, which is 10 kilograms heavier than before. How can I be thinner?
"Yeah, I feel thinner too. Maybe it's because I miss you." Wan Feng chatted nonsense with Luan Feng while eating heartlessly.
The fried rice was a little mushy, but tasted good.
"Really? Even though I know you're just fooling me, I'm still happy."
Wan Feng was shocked. She actually knew I was fooling her? It's not a good thing for a woman to become smart. How can I live like this?
"I'm speaking from the heart. I really miss you. Don't you miss me?"
The best defense is offense, Wan Feng immediately turned the tables.
"I don't miss you! You only write once a month. I don't miss you for any reason."
"Hehehe! That one letter of mine is worth many letters. I didn't see that it was five or six pages long."
Luan Feng was furious when she heard this: "Five or six of them are just nonsense, and there's barely any mention of me!"
"Why would I mention you? Isn't the point of writing a letter to tell you how I am and what I'm doing?"
"Then you should also write that you miss me."
"Isn't it at the end of the letter?"
“I’m unhappy because I haven’t written enough.”
"Haha, so that's how it is. Next time I'll use a page of letter paper to write to you saying I miss you. Is that okay?"
"That's more like it."
What’s the point of this? It’s just writing “I miss you” ten thousand times on a page of letter paper. Doesn’t it mean the same as two words?
Women’s thinking is really weird. No wonder there will be strange songs like “Don’t Guess What Girls Are Thinking” appearing in the future.
While the two of them were chatting, Wan Feng finished his meal.
Luan Feng brought a bowl of water and said, "Rinse your mouth!"
"Why do you have to rub your mouth when you can't kiss at night?"
Luan Feng blushed: "Bah! Shameless!"
Wan Feng gulped.
"Aren't you going home tonight?"
"I'm on duty here tonight."
"Then I'll stay here with you."
Luan Feng was amused and rubbed her body against Wan Feng: "Where would you stay if you were sleepy?"
"What do you think of me living in the girls' dormitory?"
Luan Feng's eyes were bulging: "I can't kill you!"
"If I'm tired, I can just sleep on the desk in the office, right?"
"No, there's no quilt. Be careful not to catch a cold. You should go back to sleep."
Wan Feng thought that it was indeed inconvenient to sleep here.
"Go home and sleep, don't wander around."
Wan Feng was unhappy: "Don't treat me like a child, okay?"
"Who made you younger than me?"
"Fuck, you dare to look down on me because I'm small? Tomorrow I'll find someone younger than me."
"dare!"
Luan Feng sent Wan Feng to the gate. Originally, Wan Feng wanted to chat with Xu Jingmin in the message room for a while, but seeing that Luan Feng was in an attitude that said "I won't go back until you leave", he had to give up.
Seven or eight minutes later, Wan Feng had returned to the depression.
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. The machinery factory was brightly lit and the night shift workers were working overtime. The same was true for the rubber shoe factory.
Wan Feng felt that the entire depression seemed full of vitality.
Perhaps the only lifeless place is the parking lot. There are only a few trucks parked there. These should be trucks that have delivered goods to the Wahou Market and are waiting to return in the morning.
Wan Feng did not enter the factory, but went straight into the village. When he passed by Liang Wan's house, he turned into Liang Wan's house.
Liang Wan's home is much quieter now, because the young people in the village rarely come to his house now that they have new places to go, and the ones who come to his house are all old guys.
When Wan Feng arrived, Zhang Hai, Zhu Ping, Liang Wan and Yuan Changfu were playing roller skating.
"You kid are back, but you don't come to see us but go to see your wife first." This was said by Liang Wan, who was still upset that his daughter was not married to Wan Feng.
"How refreshing! Why would I go to see you old guys first instead of my wife?"
"They say that when you marry a wife, you forget your mother. It's absolutely true."
Wan Feng took off his shoes and got on the kang to watch them play poker.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Hai swiped the cards and said, "Xiao Wan is here, let's talk about business. We can play poker later."
Wan Feng also wanted to know about the changes in Jiangwei in the past few months.
Liang Wan packed up the poker cards and told Yuan Changfu's men that he had no future if he listened to these people, so he went home to watch TV.
There are only four people left here.
Zhang Hai cleared his throat and began to speak.
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