Upon hearing my reply, Peng Deng lowered his head again. As he looks at his phone, he feeds himself and casually asks, “What else is there after work?

“Don’t you work overtime if something’s up?”

Good question… I lean the umbrella and seriously think of an excuse.

Peng Deng is a typical smartphone zombie who doesn’t even focus on eating. Most of his attention is on his cell phone, but he’s actually a very sharp person. He’s good at capturing details and can always easily see through my lies.

Of course, most of those lies were a product of not putting enough thought into it. They’re more like jokes.

I can’t tell him that I’m trying to jump off a building, right? After some thought, I rap the table.

“My boss wants me to pick up a foreign guest at the airport tomorrow.

“And he’ll only give me the details at night. I’ll have to make some preparations. I need to practice my accent and contact a driver to confirm the schedule. It’s plenty of work.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Peng Deng takes a bite of rice and the meat shreds before swallowing it.

Then, he asks with a smile, “The Casanova boss you mentioned before?”

“I never said that.” I outright deny Peng Deng’s claim.

When he looked up at me, I smiled.

“I said he fooled around.

“You mustn’t make mistakes when passing judgment.”

“Tch.” Peng Deng replies before looking down at his phone.

Before long, the dishes I ordered are served. One is stir-fried sliced beef, and the other is tomato fried egg soup.

The oil on the former glistened, and the aroma of celery perfectly fused with the beef’s aroma. The meat was very tender, and its juices were salty, but not excessive. The sauce was filled with flavors, and with just one plate of this meat, I could finish it with three bowls of rice.

The tomato fried egg soup is part of Sichuan cuisine. Lard is used first. After it’s heated up, beaten eggs with water and salt are added to the mix until it’s completely cooked.

This way, the fried eggs would be fluffier, and there will be a certain level of saltiness to it. Following that, water and processed tomatoes are put in, along with a few green vegetables.

Finally, the soup will have the obvious fragrance of oil and eggs, mixed with the sweet and sourness of tomatoes. The freshness of the green vegetables make the soup have the delight of a meat soup, but without the cloyed taste at all.

Just as I drink a bowl of delicious egg soup, the boss walks over with a bowl of rice and a bottle of cold Coke.

“Ice Cock.” I can’t help laughing inwardly as I heard his accent.

Considering that I have to “jump off a building” later, it wouldn’t be good to eat too much. I ultimately only have two bowls of rice. Of course, I definitely wouldn’t waste the meat and eggs.

At this moment, Peng Deng still has a third of his food left.

“Don’t use your phone while eating; don’t eat while using your phone.” I stand up and give him a heartfelt lecture.

same time, I boldly pay only for my

I aren’t hypocritical friends

of the month. Finances are always a little tight during this time of

a bottle of Coke.” It only

eating.” I pick up the umbrella leaning

a bottle of Coke.

ask me, his gaze suddenly stops on the umbrella with the rabbit ears in

He makes a

to me. You know that he

his attention back to his phone

the old compound of my

tallest building is only six stories,

the first floor, I catch a glimpse of

Some memories churn, making me walk over involuntarily and open

postcard lying quietly

she was the one who had

was a middle school classmate and high school classmate with me and Peng

time, she’ll send local specialties or postcards

two seconds before picking up the

back is indeed familiar as graceful handwriting is plastered

is the famous

look. The pillars and walls that are lined

that strange sense

put away the postcard and return to

It has a history of at least 20 years. I live in a guest room, and a young couple lives in the

do they have a sense of hygiene, but they often cook by themselves and invite me to eat together. The only problem is that they

move to stay with Peng Deng

that he hasn’t started living with his girlfriend

to the window of the guest room. I peek out and look outside, considering whether I should

stopped, the sky is already dark and there aren’t many

the building with the small supermarket. I

It’s only three stories.

floor. There are hairdressers, eateries,

take my keys and phone. I arrive

the stairs to the rooftop. Looking at the height, I

flight of stairs to the

one below me, I take a deep breath, climb over

is very slippery. How

get sent to the hospital, I’ll die a societal death if everyone misunderstands

wrong with the

my middle

tremble, I leap up and adjust my

normal. The wind turns into

slowness is only relative. I still quickly land on the ground steadily, without wobbling

that moment, I feel like

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