dragging a chicken and a turtle
Ji Guanghui did a lot of farm work when he was young, so raising some chickens and ducklings was no problem for him. It could not only kill time but also take into account his simple and practical values.
It also saves him from being too bored and being deceived by people who don't know the details to learn fortune-telling.
Ji Rongyu glanced at Lu Xinyang with appreciation and said, "You can take two more cans of soda later. I won't tell anyone."
"Then I want orange flavor." Lu Xinyang pushed the shopping cart in with his head held high.
There were still quite a few people in the supermarket. He picked up a few snacks to eat on the bus tomorrow, then followed Ji Rongyu straight to the frozen section and stood in front of the meat and bones waiting to be sold.
Ji Rongyu said, "Pick one."
Lu Xinyang held the small yogurt the salesman gave him in his mouth. He looked from left to right, then from right to left, and finally looked at Ji Rongyu eagerly: "Do you know what day it is next month?"
"have no idea."
"It's my birthday." Lu Xinyang said.
"Even if it's your 80th birthday, you can only choose one thing today." Ji Rongyu said.
Acting coquettishly didn't work, so Lu Xinyang could only poke at the glass window regretfully: "Okay, then please give me the fattest chicken."
The staff was so considerate that they weighed a few more, compared them, picked out the heaviest one, and handed it to Ji Rongyu, who put it in the shopping cart: "It's quite big, half of it should be braised and half of it should be stewed in soup."
"Okay, okay." Lu Xinyang nodded.
The two of them walked around the fruit, vegetable and grocery areas again, buying everything they could think of. Finally, when Ji Rongyu scanned the dazzling shelves row by row, trying to think of something else, he found that Lu Xinyang's eyes were more focused than his, and he was staring at the glass seasoning bottles so hard that they were almost bubbling.
He couldn't help but feel curious: "What do you want to buy?"
Lu Xinyang reached out and touched the bottles. He didn't look at the price or quality, but at the smiling celebrity spokespersons on the packaging.
After looking for a while, he picked out a bottle of aged vinegar, held it up and put it on his face: "Don't you think there's something missing here?"
"Oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and sugar, everything is perfect." Ji Rongyu looked at him, puzzled. He imitated those celebrity photos, holding the vinegar bottle and showing his eight small white teeth: "It's missing me who is more handsome than them all."
Ji Rongyu: “…”
Lu Xinyang held up the pitch-black vinegar bottle, feeling a surge of emotion. "Next year, at the latest, this will be the place where I'll be displaying the aged vinegar I endorse. When I become the annual sales champion, I'll even put a standing sign of myself next to it!"
When he goes out to buy groceries with Ji Rongyu again, he can hug Ji Rongyu and stand between himself and his own stand to take a photo, so that Ji Rongyu is sandwiched between the hot Lu Xinyang and the flat Lu Xinyang.
With such a wonderful composition, Lu Xinyang really wanted to take a hundred or eighty photos of it, frame them all and hang them above the bed.
"I think your desire to be a star is fake. What's real is that you want to make everyone in the country jealous, right?" Ji Rongyu was speechless. He put the bottle of aged vinegar into the shopping cart, thinking that he was just contributing a few dollars to Lu Xinyang's dream.
But Lu Xinyang refused to accept it, and even pretended to talk about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry: "Don't buy it now, I may not be the spokesperson for it. Xiao Tang taught me before that you can't help the competition to increase sales."
"Then let's not buy it. Let's go."
"If you only buy one bottle, I can forgive you." He put the vinegar down and picked up a bottle of sea salt and black pepper from the shelf. "I have these at home too. They're delicious when mixed with salad."
"No salad tonight," said Ji Rongyu.
"I brought it to the crew to eat," Lu Xinyang said, "The crew had salad every day, but no chicken wings, pig's trotters, braised beef in fish soup, or spicy duck..."
As he spoke, he couldn't help sighing, put the pepper into the shopping cart, thought for a moment, and then put in the second bottle.
This thing is not expensive, but it is heavy and takes up space. How can they come back empty-handed to celebrate the New Year and then have to drag another suitcase back with them?
Ji Rongyu weighed the pros and cons and took the opportunity to curb his bad habit of spending money recklessly: "How can I finish so much? One bottle is enough."
Lu Xinyang refused to listen, and didn't try to reason with him. He just stared at him intently: "Next month is really my birthday, really."
Ji Rongyu turned around and left: "Buy it. If you feel too salty, remember to tell me. I wish you a happy birthday."
Arriving at the self-service checkout counter, the two divided the work of paying. While scanning the code, Lu Xinyang suddenly asked, "Where are we going to buy the chicks later? Is it far? Should we tell Grandpa that we will be back later?"
"This..." Ji Rongyu picked up the bare frozen chicken in his hand and looked at it, saying uncertainly, "It's a live, small one... I think we should go to the farmer's market, right? They probably won't be open on New Year's Day."
"Then we will go back to the crew tomorrow. When will we have time to buy them?" Lu Xinyang was very disappointed. He thought he would be able to hold a brood of tender yellow chicks today, and then walk with them, peck at rice, lay eggs, and crow together.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m missing chickens, but I can even hear the sound of chickens crowing in my ears.
He subconsciously looked up and glanced around, and then found that it was not an illusion.
"Ji Rongyu, look! There are so many live chicks over there! Alive!"
Lu Xinyang shouted in surprise and delight. Seeing how excited he was, the supermarket staff enthusiastically advertised, "It's alive! We're having a raffle today. Bring your receipt and you can enter. There aren't just chickens, there are also turtles and parrots."
Ji Rongyu tiptoed to take a look. In the buzzing lottery area, there were many foam boxes and bird cages. There were not only furry cubs, but also incubators and unhatched shelled cubs. "Do you want to draw or should I?"
This question went unanswered. Ji Rongyu turned around and saw that Lu Xinyang had already joined them excitedly.
The staff member also said considerately: "It doesn't matter if you can't draw them, they are all available for purchase, you can buy as many as you want."
"Thank you. Your supermarket's activities are great. They really meet the urgent needs of the people." Ji Rongyu praised sincerely, then squeezed in with difficulty while carrying the shopping bags under Lu Xinyang's shining eyes.
The lady at the lottery table took the receipt from him and crossed out the amount with a ballpoint pen: "You can draw twice."
Ji Rongyu raised his chin towards the lottery box: "It's up to you."
Without saying a word, Lu Xinyang grabbed Ji Rongyu's arm and rubbed it quickly. Before he could react, he held his palm and rubbed it, and then he drew the card as if he had absorbed enough yang energy.
Lu Xinyang couldn't wait to tear open the two lottery tickets and exclaimed, "I really won!"
"Wow, young man, you have good luck." The aunt took the lottery ticket to confirm it, then she deftly took out a small net bag and packed two tender yellow chicks.
Lu Xinyang carried the first bucket of chickens he had ever earned. He didn't dare touch their little wings too hard, then excitedly pulled Ji Rongyu: "They are so small and soft. Does your grandfather know how to raise them? Should we buy some more feed or something?"
Ji Rongyu also wanted to touch the chicks, but when he saw the dirt on their heads was stained with unknown ingredients, he refrained from doing so. "No, chickens are easy to raise. Just feed them leftovers from home."
“What if they have leftover food?” Lu Xinyang asked himself, holding the chick in his arms. “Then I can eat it.”
"..." Ji Rongyu looked at him, wanting to say something but stopping himself, "You are truly the most frugal and loving person I have ever met."
Lu Xinyang smiled and said, "Then we heroes think alike."
He skillfully took out a pack of wet wipes from Ji Rongyu's pocket, wrapped it around the chicken's head and gently wiped it clean. Then he reached out and took away the heavy plastic bag, and stuffed the chicken back into Ji Rongyu's hand: "Let's go home and ask Grandpa to play with the chicken."
"Hey, handsome boy, wait a minute, there's an encouragement award," Auntie called Lu Xinyang and took out a grayish-white egg. "Here, take it."
"Eggs?" Ji Rongyu raised his hand to block the chick's view, his gaze fixed on the plastic bag Lu Xinyang was holding. "I'll make a mother-son reunion soup tonight."
"Eggs don't look like this," Auntie said with a smile. "These are turtle eggs. They can hatch turtles. Go back and try incubating them with some sand."
"Turtle eggs? This is the first time I've seen this." Lu Xinyang took the turtle egg curiously and looked at it in the light in front of the lottery table. He could vaguely see a black, opaque mass inside, which seemed to have not yet taken shape.
He asked Ji Rongyu to look again and asked him, "Can you see anything?"
"National law prohibits privately determining the sex of a fetus." Ji Rongyu didn't see anything, so he asked him, "Are you planning to pick a son to raise?"
"No, I prefer a little girl," Lu Xinyang pondered, "the kind that everyone likes."
"Then it depends on your ability." Ji Rongyu picked up the turtle coin and put it into Lu Xinyang's pocket.
"First hatch a turtle girl, wait for her to grow up and find her a rich turtle husband, and then continue to give birth to more turtles, and there will be no end to the turtle offspring..."
Lu Xinyang fell into blind optimism. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was already a successful man with many grandchildren. So he put one hand in his pocket and walked like a cool handsome guy.
The two of them left the mall and the sun was shining again, but the cold wind was also blowing loudly.
In this weather, chickens have more down than humans. The two tender yellow balls shivered, and without caring about their butts, they burrowed into Ji Rongyu's palm, scratching their little claws with the coldness. He didn't want to walk anymore, so he raised his hand to grab Lu Xinyang's hat and said, "Let's take a taxi. The things are quite heavy."
"Don't you want me to exercise?"
"Go home and do some push-ups. Put your things on the floor first."
"Okay, okay."
It was difficult to get a taxi at that time. Ji Rongyu stared at the screen waiting for the driver to accept the order. Lu Xinyang squatted on the ground, rubbing his hands and looking up at him.
I was originally looking at the eyebrows, nose tip, chin and Adam's apple, then I moved down to look at the pair of straight legs.
As he looked, he wondered why he was looking, so he traced his gaze back to the source, and couldn't help but stop at Ji Rongyu's slender fingers, staring at the bit of tender yellow fluff that appeared between his fingers.
"Hey, this one has a small black spot under its wings. Is it its freckles?" He said as he moved closer, his head almost resting on Ji Rongyu's arm. "Then let's call it Black Spot, and the other one No Spot."
"No." Ji Rongyu said.
Lu Xinyang pretended not to hear. He announced the wonderful names he had come up with and then enthusiastically looked forward to the growth and education of the little yellow chickens: "We will go back and make a schedule for them later. When they grow up, we can each ride one when we go out."
Ji Rongyu's lips moved, and he muttered to himself: His birthday is next month, and he will be salty to death on his birthday. Why should I bother with him? There is no need to get angry with myself.
At least he managed not to use his pretty head to stop the chicken farm, but he wasn't quite successful. Ji Rongyu said with a straight face, "Let me ask on behalf of those animal research experts, what's your secret to making them grow so big? Do you add a lot of salt to their feed?"
"You're so stupid," Lu Xinyang scratched his face with the hand that had just touched the chicken's butt, and laughed happily, "I can recite lines to it every day, and then teach it Chinese, math, English, geography, and chemistry. With weekly and monthly tests, it will work hard to grow up quickly."
"The turtle girl also needs special training. We should take her to see the sea more often and try to make her an amphibious hexagonal fighting turtle that can swim in both fresh and salt water." As he spoke, he moved his arms and made breaststroke movements. His posture was standard, but the ornamental value was zero.
Ji Rongyu would never discuss with him who was dumber. He reached out and pulled his hat up and covered his head with it: "Have you forgotten that this is for my grandfather, and you have to go back to the set to start work tomorrow, and you are still worrying about this."
Lu Xinyang immediately added: "Don't you want to go back with me too?"
"I'm going back, but I don't want to drag everyone down with me." Just as he finished speaking, Ji Rongyu slapped his forehead in frustration: "Damn, it's almost noon, and I haven't even wished Director Gao and Sister Qing a happy new year yet."
"Hehe, I forgot too." The fluffy down hat blocked the upper half of Lu Xinyang's face, revealing only his small white teeth that were laughing.
"We forgot to buy New Year's goods for Director Gao and the others!" Ji Rongyu almost wanted to yell at him, "They're working while we're on vacation, so shouldn't we show some appreciation?"
Lu Xinyang said: "You are right, but I don't have any money. How about you lend me some more?"
Ji Rongyu almost couldn't breathe. It was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and he was busy preparing Lu Xinyang's current and next meal right after waking up. After that, he had to pay for his interpersonal relationships and social interactions out of his own pocket. Why? He was not Lu Xinyang's mother.
He felt that he had known Lu Xinyang for a short time, so why was his memory so vague?
He clearly remembered that Lu Xinyang was his financial sponsor, a second-generation rich man, and a close friend from whom he needed to keep a distance. However, reality told him that Lu Xinyang ate his money, spent his things, and even broke into his house and took away half of his bed.
how so.
It shouldn't be.
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