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

I aren’t hypocritical friends who insist on footing

end of the month. Finances are always a little tight

Coke.” It only

pick up

a bottle of Coke. “Something good happened to you? Or are you

suddenly stops on the umbrella with the rabbit ears in

He makes

he has many girlfriends.” I understand what Peng

turns his attention back

enter the old compound of my rented apartment after leaving the

only six stories, so

catch a glimpse of the mailbox through the corner

memories churn, making me walk over involuntarily and open

postcard lying

that she was the one who

me and Peng Deng. She later went overseas for studies and is

to time, she’ll send local specialties or postcards to friends in the

seconds before

familiar as graceful handwriting

the famous Sedlec Ossuary

the postcard and take a look. The pillars and walls that

I feel that strange sense of

I put away the

two bedrooms and one bathroom. It has a history of at least 20 years. I live in a guest room, and a young

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

move to stay with Peng Deng when the rental contract is

is that he hasn’t started

the guest room. I peek out and look

has stopped, the sky is

small supermarket. I think it’s better to

It’s only three stories.

There are hairdressers, eateries,

protective color and take my keys and phone. I arrive at a small supermarket after circling the compound

stairs to the rooftop.

headed downstairs just now, I tried to jump from one flight of stairs to the other. It greatly

breath, climb over the railing fence, and

raining and the road is

die a societal death if everyone misunderstands this as

wrong with

random thought, I raise my middle finger at

tremble, I leap up and adjust my

speed I descend at is slower than normal. The wind turns into a

is only relative. I still quickly land on the ground steadily, without wobbling or splashing up the muddy water on

feel like a sharp

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