The buffet He Zong mentioned is on the second floor of a five-star hotel. It is exactly the same as the buffet in other hotels. There is nothing special about it. The only advantage is that there are fewer people and there is no need to queue up to get anything.

When Jing Ci and Yingjiao arrived, half the table was set with dishes for He Zhi and others.

Seeing the two of them, He Zhou couldn't help complaining: "You guys are too slow. Why do you have to put on makeup and sunscreen before going out?"

The waiter brought two hot towels at the right time. Yingjiao wiped his hands slowly and said, "There's a traffic jam."

"Theoretically it shouldn't be." He Zhou retorted subconsciously: "It's not the rush hour for commuting at this time."

Yingjiao put down his towel and snorted: "Theoretically, the national football team can win the World Cup."

He ignored He Zhi, stood up and pulled Jing Ci out of the dining area: "Let's go get something to eat."

Yingjiao stooped down and took two plates from below, handed one to Jing Ci, and asked him: "Salmon or king crab?"

Jing Ci put two lobsters on the plate and shook his head: "No."

Yingjiao smiled and didn't force him. He just took his own share. He had already discovered that Jing Ci was not very interested in seafood. He liked a little fish and shrimp, but he basically didn't like other things such as mussels and crabs.

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The two of them picked around, picked up a few more plates of meat and fruit, took the drinks, and then sat down to eat.

At the dinner table, no one mentioned Jing's father. Zheng Que stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth, raised his head and said to Ying Jiao: "Brother Jiao, are you still going out to play during the winter vacation?"

It was probably a habit developed by running between China and England when he was a child. Yingjiao likes to travel very much and often goes out to play during holidays.

"No." Yingjiao nimbly picked out the lobster meat from the shell with a fork and put it into Jing Ci's bowl without raising his head: "No time."

Zheng Que didn't understand: "It's more than a month off, what are you busy with?"

Yingjiao raised his lips and smiled, with a proud and showy tone in his voice: "Let's fall in love and study."

Zheng Que: "..."

He Zhou forked a piece of mutton chop and rolled his eyes at him while biting it: "Eat your meal well and stop talking nonsense?"

Ying Jiao raised her eyelids and glanced at him: "I already have a boyfriend, what's wrong with saying a few flirty words?"

He Zhou couldn't bear it anymore and turned to Jing Ci: "Brother Ci, can you take care of him?"

Jing Ci's ears were a little red. He pushed Ying Jiao's favorite salmon in front of him, lowered his eyes and said, "Let's eat."

"Okay, let's eat." Yingjiao immediately put away his anger, picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in some soy sauce, and put it in his mouth.

Other dishes in this buffet can only be said to be average, but the roasted lamb chops are outstanding. The lamb chops are French steaks, with very little fat, but they are rare, fragrant and tender. Because they are freshly grilled, the meat is still tender.

Very hot and not smelly at all.

Jing Ci liked it very much and ate two pieces in a row.

Ying Jiao calmly wrote down his preferences, watched him put the bones into the garbage plate, and then reached out to fork the last mutton chop on the plate.

Coincidentally, He Zhou also made the same move at the same time.

He Zhou held down the mutton chop and pushed it towards him with all his strength: "Brother Jiao, I'm not bragging. I move one second faster than you, so this piece belongs to me."

"Oh." Yingjiao said calmly: "You eat so much meat, do you have a sumo wrestling match tonight?"

Taking advantage of He Zhou's daze, he used his hands to successfully fork the mutton chops and put them on Jing Ci's plate: "Eat it and leave him alone."

"Yingjiao! You bitch!" He Zhou stood up angrily, holding a fork and coming to beat Yingjiao: "Who do you think is going to the sumo competition?!"

He was a big man, and he suddenly and recklessly knocked the plate with herb roasted chicken aside. A piece of greasy chicken fell to the ground with a splat, wiping Yingjiao's pants.

Yingjiao's brows suddenly frowned.

He has no mysophobia, but he just hates the feeling of food getting on him.

"I'm going to the bathroom." He took the paper towel Jing Ci handed him and wiped it twice. He still felt uncomfortable, so he got up and walked out.

"No, Brother Ci. With all his bad habits, how can you stand him?" He Zhou still remembered the grudge against the mutton chops, so when Ying Jiao was away, Ke Jiner gave him eye drops in front of Jing Ci.

He clapped his fingers and told Jing Ci: "No one else is allowed to wear his clothes, no one is allowed to touch his bed, I can't stand the greasy smell... It's really, I can't live with him anyway."

Jing Ci was startled: "Shouldn't his clothes and bed be touched?"

"Yes." Zheng Que grabbed a mutton skewer in his hand and said while eating: "Brother Ci, you don't know? Then he hides it in front of you quite well."

"The year before last, forget whether it was autumn or winter." Zheng Que recalled: "We were playing ball on the playground, and a girl who had a crush on him secretly wore the school uniform he took off. He didn't say anything to his face and threw the clothes away afterwards.

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Peng Chengcheng interrupted: "He doesn't wear other people's clothes either."

He Zhou nodded fiercely: "Yes, yes, that's why we don't go to the bedroom when we go to his house to play."

Jing Ci lowered his eyes and kept holding the fork without moving for a long time.

He used Yingjiao's bathroom, wore his clothes, and slept in his bed.

In the past, he had always thought that this was an extremely ordinary trivial matter. However, he did not expect that these were the privileges that Yingjiao only gave to him.

Jing Ci's chest felt hot.

It turns out that to Yingjiao, he is special. He has always been that way from before the relationship to now.

In the following time, Yingjiao always felt that the way Jing Ji looked at him was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. Just when he looked at her like that, he really wanted to kiss him.

Yingjiao thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out, and finally attributed the reason to the hallucination caused by eating too many oysters, which caused the yang energy in the body to condense and not disperse.

After dinner, He Zhi and others went to Ying Jiao's house in Cen Yue Bay to play games. Ying Jiao declined their invitation and planned to go home with Jing Ci to do homework.

He originally wanted to take a taxi back just like when he came, but Jing Ci didn't listen to him this time.

"We're not in a hurry, let's take the subway back." Jing Ji took out his cell phone and showed it to Ying Jiao: "The subway entrance is at the other end of the ancient city, very close."

Taking the subway for two people costs less than ten yuan, but taking a taxi costs more than thirty yuan.

"Okay." Yingjiao nodded: "I'll follow you."

The two of them followed the navigation guidance and entered the ancient city.

It's said to be an ancient city, but it's actually just a commercial street. It's already past lunch time, and the office workers have all gone back to sleep. It's quiet inside, with not many people around.

Jing Ci and Ying Jiao crossed the main road and were about to turn right when a burst of ridicule suddenly sounded from behind them: "Look, who is this? Where are they going?"

Ying Shengjun came up from behind with five or six people, and looked at Yingjiao sideways: "Why are you carrying it like that? Your eyes are dirty as soon as you go out."

Yingjiao took a step forward, blocked Jing Ci behind him, and sneered: "If it's dirty, dig it out."

He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mr. Ying Sheng, and said calmly: "Oh, no, the blood on your body is dirty. You have to go to the crematorium to walk around."

"You!" Ying Shengjun was holding his breath because Yingjiao disturbed his engagement. Now that he was being insinuated about his life experience, he suddenly became angry.

He snorted coldly and said viciously: "You're not dirty! So what, it's not like you can't even go home."

Only Yingjiao's father knew that Yingjiao took the initiative to move out of Yingjiao. Both Yingjiao and Ye Lili thought that Yingjiao was kicked out by Yingjiao's father, and they often made fun of him.

Yingjiao didn't care at all. He put one hand in his pocket and said lazily: "So you feel quite proud of living in a cesspit every day?"

Ying Shengjun suddenly had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and his face turned red due to the choking.

"What the hell are you trying to say again?" A man with red hair pointed at Yingjiao and said viciously: "Idiot, today I asked you to come out vertically and go back horizontally."

Ying Shengjun looked at Yingjiao with evil intentions and took a step forward following Hong Mao's words.

Of course he wouldn't dare to face Yingjiao alone, but now there are six or seven of them. On the other hand, there are only two people on Yingjiao's side, and one of them is a very skinny pretty boy, who looks useless at first glance.

When it comes to fighting, Yingjiao has never been afraid of anyone. He is just afraid of involving Jing Ci.

"You should first find a store to hide in." Yingjiao tilted his head to look at Jing Ci and said softly, "I'll go find you when I'm done."

Seeing that he didn't move, Yingjiao said again: "Be obedient, I will be distracted if you are here."

Jing Ci raised his eyes and glanced at Ying Shengjun's group, nodded, and walked straight towards a restaurant without stopping.

Yingjiao watched him walk into the store, and then withdrew his gaze.

Ying Shengjun didn't care about Jing Ci at all. He wanted to punish Yingjiao. He was still worried about how to meet Yingjiao, but who would have thought that he would meet him here by such a chance. If he didn't beat him up and let out a bad breath, he would be sorry to God.

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A man in black clothes came up, looked Yingjiao up and down, and asked Yingshengjun: "Is he your cheap brother who died?"

Ying Shengjun said "hmm".

Yingjiao's eyes slowly moved to him, and his eyes were instantly filled with anger. He walked over without saying a word, raised his leg and kicked the black-clothed man in the stomach.

The man in black clothes was unprepared and he suddenly made a move, screamed, and fell heavily to the ground.

When Ying Shengjun and his friends saw their friend being beaten, they rushed up to attack Yingjiao with curses. At this moment, a large amount of thick, light yellow liquid fell from the sky and poured all over their faces and bodies.

Jing Ci held a large bucket of peanut oil in his hand, stood in front of Ying Jiao with an expressionless face, and poured it on them at a precise and cunning angle.

"Fuck your mother!" The oil on Ying Shengjun's chin kept dripping down, and his eyelashes were smeared together, and he almost couldn't open his eyes. He stretched out his hand and wiped his face, and made two noises, all over his body.

With goosebumps rising, he gritted his teeth and turned to Jing Ji: "Are you looking for death?"

He raised his hand and wanted to hit Jing Ji, but as soon as he took a step, his foot suddenly slipped and he hit Hong Mao hard.

The ground was full of oil and was already slippery, so Hong Mao's feet couldn't exert any strength. Being hit by Ying Shengjun, he couldn't steady his body at all. He took Ying Shengjun along with him and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have been dipped in a pan of oil, with their entire bodies immersed in oil.
To be continued...