"Boss, here's a bunch of fried sausages." Feng Wuli turned around and asked, "Do you want it?"

"want."

"Those two strings."

"Two skewers and three pieces of sausage."

The boss is an unshaven uncle whose accent sounds like he is from the local Junsha area. He turns on the gas and waits for the oil pan to boil.

Feng Wuli was just about to take out his mobile phone to scan the code, but the little zombie was already scanning.

Other young couples would have many thoughts about who would pay outside, but they had no such worries at all. When he saw the little zombie entering the password, he correctly guessed that it was his birthday.

"The boss is so cold and yet he comes out to set up a stall."

"You need to eat! Are you a college student or a high school student?"

"Senior year of high school."

"If you don't study hard in your senior year of high school, why don't you go out and fall in love? This is your girlfriend."

Feng Wuli glanced at the little zombie, who looked at him and puffed out his mouth in a funny way.

"She's my girlfriend." He looked back at his boss and confirmed.

This was the first time that Feng Wuli addressed Wang Xilou like this in person, and he felt that there was some sense of ritual in it.

"My sister is so confused."

"Thank you, uncle."

Feng Wuli glanced at her.

How can an old zombie pretend to be young?

When the oil pan boiled, the stall owner peeled off two pieces of Jinluo ham, made a few diagonal cuts, skewered them on skewers and fried them. After frying, he put them on top of the pile of unknown condiments.

"Do you want it spicy?"

"Yes, I want both." Feng Wuli said.

The boss took out a bottle of pepper and could smell the pungent smell on the tip of his nose.

The little zombie next to her lowered her head and kicked a stone. Her boots clicked on the concrete floor in the night. When she looked up, she saw that her little apprentice had brought two skewers of sausages. She now had both hands in her pockets——

"ah--"

She consciously opened her mouth and shrugged her shoulders, indicating that she was now handless.

"Take your hand out and hold it yourself."

"It's so cold, I don't want to take it out."

"Then don't eat it."

"Feed Master quickly, don't waste time."

Feng Wuli sighed, handed it to her mouth to feed, and the two of them walked down the riverside road.

"Oh, it's so hot."

"Spit it out first if it's hot."

"You're underestimating Master, huh. Hey, eat less junk food. His pot of oil is probably old, huh."

"It's not that exaggerated. It takes more than a week for the oil to turn dark."

The stall owner turned off the fire, sat back on the bench, put his pockets in his pockets and looked at the back of the young couple.

It was cold and there were really no guests. He sat there as motionless as a stone. The light of the street lamp fell on the black leather jacket he was wearing, and the smooth areas were glowing with the glimmer of the street lamp.

The screen of his mobile phone turned on, and his wife sent a voice message. He clicked on it to listen to the baby voice of his grandma.

"When will Dad come back? I've finished eating. Can I bring a Barbie toy when I come back tonight?"

The boss smiled like a chrysanthemum. He clicked on the voice message again with his rough fingers and listened to it over and over again.

The wind under the street lamp doesn't feel cold anymore.

After getting off Jiangbian Road, Feng Wuli had a clear goal and went to the mall to buy some winter clothes for Wang Xilou.

"Master, those clothes can still be worn."

Wang Xilou was reluctant to part with the money.

These clothes are very expensive, and this thin silk sweater costs 400 to 500 yuan. Will this thing keep you warm?

The lights in the mall were bright, and as soon as the automatic doors were closed, the cold wind outside was cut off. Feng Wuli pulled her into a women's clothing store, and the sales sister came over.

"We can just take a look for ourselves." He said to the salesman. When he saw the salesman leaving, he whispered to Wang Xilou behind him:

"If you wear those clothes out, I would be embarrassed to tell others that this person in rags is my girlfriend."

"Don't say it." She muttered in a low voice, hunched her neck and followed behind her little apprentice.

Feng Wuli glanced at her: "Why are you still acting like a child? You're not happy when I buy you clothes."

"So rich." She said in a strange tone, looking like a little daughter-in-law. The business of the incense and candle shop has been getting worse and worse recently.

"Stop being angry and try this one."

He picked up a high-necked gray sweater. The style was like the backless sweater that is very popular on the Internet recently, but this one was serious.

Wang Xilou took it and looked at it. She emphasized practicality first: "Why don't you have sleeves? Will this make you warm? The material looks good."

"I want to see you wear it."

"Well……"

Since the young apprentice wants to see himself wearing it, there is no need to worry about any principles.

So happy.

She went in with the sweater and put it on before coming out. Feng Wuli's eyes lit up. The eight-hundred-year-old zombie was wearing a gray off-shoulder sweater and a bun. He looked so girlfriend-like.

Wang Xilou felt a little uncomfortable when he was looked at. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and suddenly realized that he was the master and could not weaken his aura.

"It looks great and feels so gentle when worn." Feng Wuli praised.

"Try this sweatshirt again."

"Why buy so many?"

"Are you still going to wear those old ladies' flowery coats?"

Feng Wuli asked her to try on several items in a row. Wang Xilou was just a clothes rack and looked good in anything he wore. Feng Wuli experienced the feeling of taking her shopping for clothes for the first time. He suddenly remembered that twelve years ago, the little zombie also led him to fool him in this way.

He wears all kinds of cute clothes.

Feng Wuli was going to pay. Wang Xilou handed her cell phone to him, and he took it without any courtesy. When he came out, Wang Xilou came over to look at her, with a curious look on his face: "How much is it."

She turned her phone lower, then stepped forward to look, her pupils dilated: "More than two thousand four hundred!"

"Just these three or four pieces of clothing, more than two thousand! No, no, no, take it and return it quickly."

Feng Wuli saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he whispered to dissuade him: "Don't shout like that, it's very embarrassing."

"You're so rich. Master has worked so hard to earn so much. A few pieces of clothing cost more than two thousand."

“Isn’t the money earned meant to be spent?”

"That's what Master saved as a dowry!"

"Dowry? That's not mine. I can spend my money however I want."

Wang Xilou was so angry that he hit him with his shoulder, but Feng Wuli avoided it with a smile.

The little zombie was so excited that he had to bump into him. There were many people in the shopping mall. Watching the two young people playing around, I couldn't help but smile like an aunt.

Feng Wuli let her bump it, but now it was impossible to take it back, so the little zombie kept thinking beside him, a little worried that the little apprentice's character of spending money randomly was not good.

Feng Wuli suddenly stopped in front of her. She turned her head in confusion, saw the store Feng Wuli was taking her into, and hurriedly pulled him away.

"Master won't go in!" She blushed.
Chapter completed!