Chapter 8, Please help me, kindhearted person.

"You mean Yu Li went to see him again?"

In the evening, Li Zehua and Yang Zhichao were sitting in a small restaurant next to the rental house when they heard the news.

I subconsciously picked up the phone and held it in my hand, but didn't dial out for a long time.

Yang Zhichao looked disappointed, "That's right. If you ask me, you can't judge a person by his appearance. In the end, he is not a money-lover."

Then he waved to the boss and said, "Give me two cases of beer to rinse your mouth first. If it's not enough, I'll add more later."

While fiddling with the dishes, she comforted him, "If you ask me, is it hard to find a woman with two legs? Don't take it personally."

Li Zehua was so embarrassed that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Where did he go? We have nothing to do with each other. Besides, Yu Li went to find him just to make a little money. I can understand that."

"Okay, stop being stubborn and drink." Yang Zhichao filled two cups and drank them all in one gulp.

After finishing, he wiped his mouth and stuffed a peanut into his mouth. "Chen Ming, this bastard, is he worthy of this? He still makes so much money. God must be blind. He didn't have money to eat before, and you lent him three or five hundred yuan. What about now?"

Li Zehua naturally picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp. He didn't notice anything wrong and continued, "Are you here to comfort me or to provoke me?"

Yang Zhichao chuckled, knowing that he had said something wrong. He did not explain, but opened his backpack, took out a stack of money, and handed it to him, "Here."

During this time, he did not forget to blow into the bottle. Wow, "gulp, gulp", the bottle was empty in an instant.

"What for?" Li Zehua was stunned, not knowing whether it was for the money or for the empty bottle.

Seeing that he didn't take it, Yang Zhichao stuffed it into his arms, then skillfully opened a bottle, shook it and blew it, and it was gone again.
His mouth was still not idle, "It's just five thousand, don't think it's too little."

"..."

They have been friends for two lifetimes, but Li Zehua still doesn't know him. "What about your little private money and me, who's pretending to be a big shot?"

He thought that Yang Zhichao was much better than him. His parents brought him to work hard in Shanghai and opened a Northeastern dumpling restaurant, which was doing pretty well.

All parents in the world love their children, but they are usually strict with their children. Yang Zhichao hands over his monthly salary on time and saves it for him to buy a house and get married.

I remember that a year later, their family took out a mortgage and bought a two-bedroom apartment in the suburbs. I went to congratulate them at that time.

"Get lost, don't act like a little girl to me. If you have it, return it to me right away. I hid this much with great difficulty. I don't have any more." As Yang Zhichao spoke, he didn't hesitate at all and poured the third bottle into his mouth.

Seeing the empty glass on Li Zehua's table, he simply opened a few bottles and placed them on the table, "Drink!"

"It's all in the wine."

Li Zehua didn't say much, he just twisted the bottle and poured it into his mouth. Maybe he drank it too hastily, he choked and coughed, which caused Yang Zhichao to mock him...

"The food is here."

It was lunchtime, and there were many people. The waiter was busy serving the dishes.

In this busy life, mistakes are inevitable.

Suddenly there was a thud, which frightened the waiter so much that he thought the plate had fallen and his day's work was in vain.

After a closer look, he asked, "Fuck, how much did you drink?"

Look at the food on the plate, the wine on the table, and a dish of peanuts, and he actually drank it all?
That’s right. Li Zehua has completely turned over this time. He still thought that he was the same warrior who was tested by alcohol in 2024?

At this moment, he would get drunk after three cups at best, and Yang Zhichao often ridiculed him for this.

Today, the atmosphere is just right, and I subconsciously show my style of playing at the wine table in the future.
But handsomeness lasts only three seconds, which can be said to be:

After one bottle, my eyes became blurry, after two bottles, I felt dizzy.
After three bottles of this, the world is spinning...

"This is wrong!"

As the moon rose high in the sky, Li Zehua was awakened by the suffocation. He found himself sleeping with his clothes on in the rental house. The door was not locked, but was propped up tightly with a stool.

Just as he was about to get up, he felt something strange. He took it out from under his armpit and saw a wad of money.

I remembered!

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a stool to go out. The cold wind made him sober. "It's past one o'clock. I'm so hungry. Let's find something to eat first."

Following my memory, I walked downstairs, through the dim alley for a while, and came to a familiar place.
This is a spontaneously formed night market. Due to the limited space, there are not many stalls, but there are all kinds of stalls such as fried rice, fried noodles, snacks, barbecue stalls, roujiamo, fried skewers, etc.

"No wonder I felt familiar with him. It turned out to be him." The man who greeted Li Zehua in the morning was also here, busy at a barbecue stall.
"Uncle Zhang, you're not doing your job again. Hurry up and give me some fried rice with egg." I remembered, Zhang Zhengwu, our neighbor next door.

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there!" The middle-aged man Zhang Zhengwu kept his hands busy, handing the grilled skewers to the customers, and then came over to start the fire and cook, "How about adding some sausage today?"

"No, drinking too much will make your stomach uncomfortable. Use less oil."

Li Zehua turned a deaf ear to his recommendation, but was quite interested in his behavior just now, "You are stealing the master again. I think your egg fried rice business has great potential. Work hard to make it bigger and stronger, and create more glory!"

"Nonsense, with a person like you who doesn't even care about his guts, how can you ever become big and strong? It's okay as long as you don't starve to death."

Zhang Zhengwu smiled and was not angry. "Besides, I don't know you. Drinking? You are so stingy, how can you afford to go to a restaurant?"

"Don't look down on others. Things change over time. Don't look down on the poor young people!" Li Zehua saw an acquaintance, and the huge burden of debt on his heart was lifted.

The cool breeze made him feel quite spirited. "From today on, I will be very successful. From now on, I will live a life of luxury, revelry and debauchery."

Zhang Zhengwu's eyes lit up, as if he had met him for the first time.

After a while, I tried carefully.

"So... add some sausage?"

"No!" Li Zehua refused righteously.
Zhang Zhengwu sighed, "This world is difficult."

His hands were not idle either, he quickly heated up the pan and added oil, then used an iron spoon to scoop in some leftover rice.
"Can it stump you?"

Li Zehua, who knew the inside story, was not fooled. "Didn't the neighbor agree to your request? From now on, you will be a person with both virtue and talent, and you can make a living by your cooking skills."

"That is."

Zhang Zhengwu looked smug, but he quickly realized, "So I don't make a living by my cooking skills anymore?"

“That doesn’t make money from barbecue.”

Li Zehua exposed him without hesitation, "I really admire you. You haven't made enough money from the fried rice business, and you're learning barbecue. What's going on? Are you planning to do both in the future?"

Zhang Zhengwu glanced at the next door, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he came over and said, "You know what, I've been observing for a long time, and I can only make a hundred or eighty yuan a day at most, and he makes at least that much that day."

He raised four fingers in envy and said, "How about it, are you interested? Why don't you work with me? I'll be the cook and you'll serve the customers, you'll definitely make a lot of money."

Li Zehua's forehead was dark, "Forget it."

Zhang Zhengwu said with regret, "You still don't believe it, just look at the sauce he prepared, it's absolutely amazing! It's worth my helping for half a year before they just let me go and took pity on me."

"It's really delicious." Li Zehua had never eaten the barbecue next door.
However, he later tried Zhang Zhengwu's cooking skills.
This is also a talent, but unfortunately he has bad luck...

(End of this chapter)