Chapter Nine, Mooched Meals

Lan Shan found the name quite peculiar, "Who is that?" She placed the dishes on the table and suddenly noticed a plump cat with yellow and white fur squatting on the chair. The cat's coat was clean, smooth, and shiny, clearly indicating it was well-fed. Its gaze was indeed sharp, slightly tilting its head to look at Lan Shan, with a hint of disdain in its bright, sparkling eyes.

Song Zicheng said, "If you want to pursue, go quickly, what are you hesitating for?"

In addition to the braised fish, Qiao Feng also stir-fried a dish of garlic oil lettuce and prepared a winter melon soup with dried shrimp. Since it was for one person, the portion was not large and would certainly be insufficient to entertain her.

Qiao Feng looked at her in surprise, seriously contemplating the truth of her words. In the end, he thought to himself, even if it were true, given the difference in their physiques, she would not succeed.

Qiao Feng, feeling helpless, could only walk away. Lan Shan followed him at a leisurely pace. It was only when she saw her reflection on the glass door that she realized this young man was not short. She was 1.7 meters tall and wore 5-centimeter high heels, yet she was still a bit shorter than him

She directly ignored the man in the blue shirt, walked up to Song Zicheng, and said to him across the coffee table, "A Lin, happy birthday"

Zhang in the blue shirt opened his mouth, isn't this happening too quickly?

The girl in the blue shirt stuck out her tongue, pretending not to see it. She sat down, holding her chopsticks and was about to start eating when Qiao Feng suddenly said, "Wait a moment"

Qiao Feng explained, "The other one is Schrödinger's."

During the enthusiastic self-introduction by the other party, Lan Shan learned that the friend beside Song Zicheng was named Lu Xifeng, whose nickname was "Tan Zi," because mahjong players often refer to the west wind as "Tan Zi"

The man in the blue shirt stopped to take a closer look at the young woman, only to realize that she was quite beautiful. Her face was particularly small, with delicate features; her hairstyle was the essential long, straight look favored by goddesses, cascading smoothly over her shoulders. The dress she wore resembled a Chanel design, likely not a counterfeit. The man in the blue shirt was not very skilled at discerning such details.

Qiao Feng clearly did not wish to engage in conversation with the man in the blue shirt; he stood in place, intending to wait for the man in the blue shirt to pass before proceeding.

The forum always feels that there is something between Cheng Ge and this beautiful woman, so he intentionally selected a duet love song for them, "Hiroshima Mon Amour"

The man in the blue shirt could not help but feel moved. It was evident that the young woman still harbored feelings for Song Zicheng, and it was unclear why the two had parted ways. They appeared to be a perfect match, a couple made in heaven, which was truly a pity

The woman in the blue shirt gestured a number, "In six languages." She was not boasting. When dealing with people, it is always necessary to practice some practical skills, after all, having more skills is never a burden

Cough ... ...

Ah, it turns out to be a cat. Lan Shan always felt that the peculiar name "Schrödinger" seemed to have some intricate connection with cats, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was at the moment

Qiao Feng was afraid that she would drool on it, so he resolutely carried the plate into the dining room himself

The woman in the blue shirt helped him bring the food to the dining room. She saw him serving two medium-sized fish from the iron pot and couldn't help but swallow her saliva

The group finds this woman quite complex; she is straightforward when drinking, yet when asked to sing a song, she becomes as affected as a young girl, which is in stark contrast to Luo Luo.

Out of professional instinct, the man in the blue shirt smiled at her

After the song ended, the host handed the microphone to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng did not refuse.

The jar was somewhat restless, constantly gazing towards the door

After finishing work and returning home, Lan Shan saw Qiao Feng again downstairs. What a narrow path for enemies to cross.

It is hard to tell that this little fellow has quite a sharp tongue. The one in the blue shirt, hands on hips, was just about to retort when Qiao Feng continued, "But I did not intend to file a complaint against you. I merely received a follow-up call, during which I expressed my intention to terminate the contract and stated my reasons. Your customer service did not inquire about my opinion regarding 'whether to file a complaint.' Furthermore, the entire company is aware of this matter, which clearly indicates that your customer service department's confidentiality measures are inadequate, and it cannot be blamed on others"

Schrödinger

Schrödinger: == ( Damn! My lines have been stolen, and now the situation is so awkward! May I ask what I should do? Waiting online, quite urgent - )

Qiao Feng shook his head, "I did not file a complaint against you"

He responded fluently, "Because you covet my beauty."

Song Zicheng's expression was calm; he merely glanced at her and replied, "Thank you, Su Luo"

However, the man in the blue shirt also came to a standstill, locked in a stalemate with him

Just as I was feeling pleased with myself, the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open, and a girl who was clearly not a waitress walked in. The girl had a stern expression on her face, looking rather unfriendly.

The man in the blue shirt rubbed his fingertip against the tip of his nose, knowingly asking, "Where is your family's stewed fish?"

What did your mother make? Your girlfriend?

Under the shy yet persistent gaze of the girl in the blue shirt, Qiao Feng brought her back to his home. He asked her to sit in the living room for a while while he went to prepare two more dishes

She spread her hands and said, "Is there anything you can't discuss with me face to face? Or you could scold me over the phone, that would be fine too. Why must you resort to such extreme measures?"

The song is an English piece, and it is the first time Lan Shan has heard it. Su Luo's voice is gentle and sweet, infusing the song with a sense of sorrowful resentment, making it quite pleasant to listen to

Su Luo sat beside Song Zicheng. Lan Shan was now quite far from them, and against the cheerful background of the birthday song, she could not hear what they were saying, only knowing that after two sentences, Tan Zi went to select another song.

... ...

It seems that ever since he had a drink with the man in the blue shirt, Song Zicheng has become quite talkative. He held the microphone, turned his profile towards her, and his gaze surprisingly softened just a little, "So, what can you sing?"

The woman in the blue shirt stubbornly refused to take the microphone, saying, "Is this a Japanese song? I can't sing this song." She felt a bit annoyed; she had already made her point clear, yet the other person kept insisting on playing coy. Is this amusing?

Tan Zi also became interested upon hearing this, and without waiting for Song Zicheng to speak, he hurriedly went to play the birthday song

Lan Shan was taken aback, "Should I thank God first?"

Small theater

During an argument, the most feared thing is a clear and logical line of reasoning. The person in the blue shirt found themselves momentarily unable to refute this and could only say, "In any case, it is a fact that I was complained about because of your words."

Feeling secretly pleased with her own cleverness, the woman in the blue shirt inadvertently glanced over and discovered that Song Zicheng was looking at her

Is this meant to be shared? ... The man in the blue shirt looks a bit awkward, is he worried that she will eat too much ...

A multilingual mixed version of the birthday song energized the entire venue, and the woman in the blue shirt sang joyfully, excitedly standing up. She felt as if she were a big star holding her own concert, feeling utterly delighted.

Lan Shan was hearing someone speak about "kissing" in a way that was more explicit than the act itself for the first time. She thought that even if she had a thick skin, she could not sell her body for the sake of a stutter. Thus, she angrily slammed her chopsticks on the table and exclaimed, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person!"

Song Zicheng furrowed his brows. He picked up the microphone and replied, "Thank you. However, I must disappoint you; such a thing will not happen to me."

Qiao Feng naturally understood what she was misunderstanding, and he turned his face away somewhat uneasily, "If there is any impropriety, it is you who has been improper towards me; you have a history and are quite experienced in this regard"

Qiao Feng was still talking to himself, "I am not familiar with you, so I don't know if you are carrying any viruses or bacteria..." Upon hearing her angry accusation, he was somewhat surprised, "What is wrong with me?"

The man in the blue shirt followed behind him, holding a bowl and chopsticks, and asked playfully as he walked, "Why did you make two servings at once? Were you intending to invite me to taste it from the very beginning?"

She had thought that he would continue to argue, or even say something malicious, but to her surprise, he calmly replied, "Indeed, that is the case. Regardless of how it happened, the outcome has already been caused. I sincerely apologize to you, I am sorry."

I can sing the birthday song, the man in the blue shirt replied proudly

Just before having a meal, Qiao Feng went downstairs to get some milk, and as a result, he returned with a tail.

God, please take away this nerve! Just leave the fish!

After finishing a song, Su Luo cleared her throat and said, "Song Zicheng, I wish you to fall in love with someone who will never love you back, experiencing endless pain and unable to extricate yourself."

Dealing with people is like this: when the other party first shows enough friendliness, you cannot maintain an aloof demeanor. The man in the blue shirt waved his hand and said, "Alright, alright, I also have my faults."

Qiao Feng looked at her uncertainly and, amidst her eager anticipation, asked, "Are you looking to mooch a meal?"

She estimated the area of the apartment, quickly converted it into Renminbi, and then her little heart trembled

Lan Shan thought to herself that Song Zicheng's nickname was A Lin

Regardless of whether it is a formal name or a nickname, Lanshan feels that it does not seem to be given by a biological father

Who

As the blue shirt's shoulder relaxed, "You startled me; I thought you were going to assault me."

The man in the blue shirt grinned and said, "Shut up, and if you speak again, I'll pull down your pants."

Tan Zi chuckled and got up to chase after.

Qiao Feng pushed Schrödinger off the chair, instructing it to eat its own cat food

The woman in the blue shirt stood two steps lower than him, arms crossed and head tilted back, looking at him against the light. Due to the lighting, his features were not very clear, but the dark bruise around his left eye was particularly noticeable. The woman in the blue shirt raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and said, "Do you think it’s particularly innocent and unfair to be hit by me?" Before Qiao Feng could respond, she continued, "I also feel particularly wronged by your complaint. Do you know that now everyone in our company knows that I sexually harassed a male client? Who do you think I can turn to for an explanation?" The woman in the blue shirt was not exaggerating, and she had no idea how this matter had leaked out. Later, the general manager also found out and called her in for a discussion. Fortunately, at that time, Wu Wen had already withdrawn the complaint.

Enough is enough

Seeing him lost in thought, the man in the blue shirt was filled with black lines of confusion; he actually believed it.

Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow meow

Qiao Feng remained silent all the way, like a little wife who dared not speak out in anger while being followed by a rogue. Lan Shan found it quite amusing; as they climbed the stairs, she whistled behind him.

Qiao Feng: "... ..."

Qiao Feng looked at her warily. Why was she not going back home and instead following him? Was she really so eager to tease him again so soon?

The man in the blue shirt jested, "Oh, still not weaned?"

The man in the blue shirt involuntarily moved his feet, following closely behind Qiao Feng

Qiao Feng nodded

In any case, the two have made peace, although the atmosphere remains somewhat delicate, as they are not very familiar with each other. They went up to the third floor together, first passing by Qiao Feng's home, where Qiao Feng took out his keys to unlock the door, and Lan Shan bid him farewell.

The man in the blue shirt sat on the sofa in the living room, glancing around a few times. His living room was very clean, much larger than hers, and it was not a one-bedroom apartment; well, it seemed it wasn't a two-bedroom either

Qiao Feng nodded in agreement.

Qiao Feng, looking down from a height, said lightly, "Indeed, there is a fool named Wang Er who wants to pull down my pants"

Qiao Feng shook his head, and he took a clean large plate, placing half of each dish onto the plate

Lan Shan understood. He just heard from the forum that Song Zicheng broke up with someone named "Luo Luo", and this is most likely the girl in front of him. From the looks of it, is she here to deliberately cause trouble out of love turned to hate?

Lan Shan is now standing next to Song Zicheng, and she does not want to be caught in the crossfire of their conflict, so she quickly puts down the microphone and scurries away to a corner

The man in the blue shirt took a deep breath and was instantly rendered immobile. This was the aroma of stewed fish; the cooking was just right, and the fragrant molecules of the seasonings had already penetrated the fish, reaching deep into the bones. The fresh and delicate scent of the fish, the freshness of the newly cooked food, and the unique rich and heavy aroma of stewed dishes were completely intertwined, coming at him like a tangible presence

I made it myself

Lan Shan inadvertently watched a play. She did not wish to linger any longer and hurriedly bid farewell to Song Zicheng. Song Zicheng offered to drive her home. Lan Shan declined his kind offer on the grounds of "it is not advisable to drive after drinking"

He felt somewhat helpless, stopped, turned around, and said, "What exactly do you want?"

The person in the blue shirt is a bit puzzled, "You really don't know why I want to... um, take off your pants?"

Lan Shan thought to herself, she was running so hurriedly, probably because she could no longer hold back her tears... once again sighing, oh love...

When Qiao Feng pushed open the door, a wave of fragrance surged forth, as if a long-imprisoned spirit in a magic bottle had finally broken free from its restraints, rushing out with claws bared and fangs bared.

The woman in the blue shirt exaggeratedly sniffed, her face filled with ecstasy, "It smells so good." As she spoke, she stole glances at Qiao Feng, only to find him indifferent, which left her feeling a bit embarrassed. I have made it so obvious, would it kill you to be a little polite!

The man in the blue shirt sneered, "Is it that fool Wang Er at the east end of the village who said I committed sexual harassment over the phone?"

Qiao Feng: Meow

"So you can be shy too," Qiao Feng said in disbelief, speaking to himself, "Your skin is so thick."

Qiao Feng pointed at the fat cat and said, "It is the one."

I have seen narcissism, but never to this extent... The one in the blue shirt rolled her eyes and said, "Yes, yes, I am indeed coveting your beauty. Let me tell you, I am still full of desire, and who knows when I might come back for more. You better be careful."

Qiao Feng said while picking vegetables, "Do you want to exchange saliva with me?"

Must you ask so directly

Qiao Feng took a bottle of fresh milk from the milk box marked with his house number, and then locked the milk box. As he turned around, he also saw the man in the blue shirt

Su Luo threw down the microphone and ran out of the private room

Time: After the two conspired together in a disheveled manner

Song Zicheng did not express a clear opinion

Qiao Feng felt embarrassed to keep her waiting for long, so he quickly prepared a stir-fried cucumber with eggs and made a ginger sauce century egg. Both dishes were very simple, taking less than ten minutes in total. He had steamed enough rice, as he originally planned to make extra for fried rice the next morning

Blue Shirt: Shut up, or I will pull down your pants.

The man in the blue shirt stretched his neck to carefully study the layout of the area and discovered that it was a three-bedroom unit

Schrödinger refused to leave, lingering under the table. There was originally a fish on the dining table that belonged to him, and he was unwilling to part with it