Chapter 15 Something is Sticky
Chi Cheng started the car, looking straight ahead, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel, the other hand reaching into a specially made breathable small box next to him. The little jealous boy's tail was wrapped around his wrist, and his little head was resting in the plastic box.
He needed something else to distract himself and suppress the urge to eat the person next to him.
Wu Suowei looked at the street scene rapidly receding outside the window, trying to calm his pounding heart and chaotic emotions.
Get down to business and make money!
He cleared his throat and tried to get the topic back on track: "Ahem...should we go directly to the crew for the audition?"
He needs to think about how to perform later. Can he act well with his unconventional skills?
For the sake of money, you have to do it even if it means biting the bullet!
"Have you had breakfast?" Chi Cheng asked instead of answering his question.
Wu Suowei was stunned and answered subconsciously: "What's the point of having breakfast? I might as well get some more sleep."
It saves money and time, how great.
Chi Cheng glanced at him sideways, his eyes looking at an alien creature: "...Eat first, there's still time."
Wu Suowei curled his lips and muttered to himself: Capitalists know nothing about the suffering of the people!
But...if someone invites you to dinner, you'd be wasting your time!
He immediately perked up: "Then I want to eat fried dough sticks! Just turn right at the intersection ahead, it's the one behind the blue shed. They're freshly fried, crispy, fragrant, and cheap!"
Chi Cheng didn't say anything. He turned the steering wheel and the car turned neatly into the inconspicuous alley that Wu Suowei pointed to.
Sure enough, I saw an open-air breakfast stall with a blue plastic shed, a few greasy small tables, and a few plastic stools, full of the atmosphere of life.
Chi Cheng found a relatively clean place to park the car.
"Boss! Four fried dough sticks! Two bowls of sweet soy milk! And two tea eggs!" Wu Suowei shouted familiarly as soon as he got off the car. His voice was loud and lively with the freshness of the market.
He pulled over a plastic stool and sat down, and even wiped the stool with his sleeve to signal Chi Cheng to sit down.
Chi Cheng looked at the short stool, the greasy tabletop, and the noisy environment around him, and frowned slightly, but still said nothing and sat down.
Soon, golden fried crispy dough sticks and two large bowls of hot soy milk were served.
Wu Suowei couldn't wait to pick up a fried dough stick, snapped it in half, soaked one half in soy milk, and stuffed the other half directly into his mouth, chewing it with big mouthfuls, his cheeks bulging, and a look of satisfaction on his face: "Delicious! Authentic!"
He took the time to glance at Chi Cheng and found that he had also picked up a fried dough stick, took a slow bite, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.
"Huh?" Wu Suowei was a little surprised. He swallowed the food in his mouth and couldn't help asking, "I didn't expect that, Boss Chi, you really eat this?"
There was a hint of teasing and disbelief in his tone, "I thought you looked down on this kind of street food."
After all, Chi Cheng at this time should be living a life of luxury, frequenting high-end places. How could he have the opportunity to come into contact with the food of ordinary people?
In his previous life, it was because of this poor fellow like me that Chi Cheng's food expenses plummeted, forcing him to eat only coarse food like me...
Chi Cheng looked up at him, as if he caught his momentary pause and unfinished words. His eyes moved slightly, but he didn't delve into it. He just said lightly: "What can't be eaten?"
He took another sip of soy milk, his brows furrowed slightly, perhaps because he thought it was too sweet, but he didn't say anything. "Eat quickly, then go to the audition."
The mention of auditions immediately distracted Wu Suowei. He peeled a tea egg, a little confused: "We still need to audition? Didn't you agree on that?"
Can't people with connections just join the team directly?
Chi Cheng picked up another fried dough stick, his tone a bit assertive as if it was natural: "What else? Do you think money is so easy to make? You have to see if you are suitable for it."
He glanced at Wu Suowei and asked, "What? Are you scared?"
"Scared? Are you kidding me?" Wu Suowei immediately straightened his back, stuffed the peeled tea egg into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and said vaguely but with extraordinary determination, "For the money! An interview is an interview! I'm going all out! I'm definitely going to get it!"
Five hundred a day! I'll be angry with anyone who stands in my way to wealth!
Wu Suowei lowered his head to drink the last bit of soy milk in the bowl, with the crispy crumbs of fried dough sticks still sticking to the corners of his mouth.
He ate with great satisfaction, his mind racing with calculations.
Four fried dough sticks for six yuan, two bowls of soy milk for four yuan, two tea eggs for three yuan, a total of thirteen yuan...
Hiss, it's still a little expensive. Next time I'll just buy two fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk...
Chi Cheng just needs to watch.
While he was thinking about how to save money, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked the lower edge of his lips which were covered with soy milk foam.
Chi Cheng had already put down his chopsticks, his eyes fixed on Wu Suowei.
The morning light shone through the blue plastic roof, softly falling on Wu Suowei's eyelashes and casting a light shadow on his cheek.
The corner of his mouth, which was stained with a little fried dough stick crumbs, was slightly moist as he licked it unconsciously.
Chi Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and somewhere in his chest became unusually soft.
Eating breakfast is like this...
Chi Cheng's Adam's apple rolled, and a strong impulse surged up without warning, overwhelming his usual bad possessiveness.
Almost subconsciously, with a tenderness that he himself hadn't noticed, he called out softly, "Wu Suowei."
"Hmm?" Wu Suowei raised his head reflexively upon hearing the voice and looked at Chi Cheng in confusion. There was still a hint of satisfaction from having just eaten in his clear eyes, and the crumbs at the corner of his mouth trembled slightly as he raised his head.
The moment he turned his head, Chi Cheng's body leaned forward slightly.
No warning, no hard-hitting plunder.
A very light and quick kiss, carrying the fresh scent of Chi Cheng, fell on the corner of Wu Suowei's mouth.
Warm, dry and soft.
Like a leaf warmed by the sun, it gently brushes against the skin.
“!!!” Wu Suowei’s eyes widened instantly.
He was still holding the soy milk spoon in his hand, and the soy milk at the tip of the spoon dripped back into the bowl with a "plop", creating a small ripple.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The noisy voices from the surrounding breakfast stalls and the sizzling sound of frying pans instantly faded away, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat like a drum roaring in my ears.
Chi Cheng had already retreated, his movements so natural that it seemed as if he had just reached out to help him dust off the dust.
He looked at Wu Suowei's completely petrified, eyes wide open, and a faint smile flashed across his eyes, so quick that it was hard to catch. His voice still carried a matter-of-fact tone, just a little softer than usual: "It's stained with something."
Wu Suowei suddenly came to his senses and almost jumped up from the plastic stool.
He frantically wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his face flushed red, his voice changed, and he stammered, accusing: "You...you...who told you...!"
He wanted to curse, to call Chi Cheng a hooligan, but looking at Chi Cheng's eyes that still seemed to hold a hint of innocence, the rest of the words got stuck in his throat, leaving only a chaotic heartbeat and an astonishing heat on his face.
"Clean it up," Chi Cheng stood up calmly, took a cheap tissue from the table and handed it to him, his tone returning to his usual commanding tone, "Let's go, it's almost time."
Wu Suowei snatched the tissue and wiped his mouth a few times, his heart still beating wildly in his chest.
He lowered his head, not daring to look at Chi Cheng again. He only felt the warm and soft touch of the corner of his mouth where he had kissed him, which was like an indelible brand.
He whispered, almost through gritted teeth, with a hint of shame and indignation, a feeling of grievance he himself hadn't even noticed: "...There's nothing on the corner of my mouth..."
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