Xiao Yiruo suddenly felt that the check-in system was a bit of a trick, it seemed to have its own AI, and it was deliberately done, and it felt gloating.

If you start eating, there should be no big problem. If you can eat, you are afraid of getting tired of it.

But there is no good idea, just go.

"Hey, you're going to take it again before you finish it?" Zhou Qiong didn't understand.

"Suddenly I wanted to eat meat." Xiao Yiruo made an excuse, took two plates first, and ordered half a lemon.

After I came back, I pinched my hands and sprinkled the juice into the sauce. Not to mention, I added some sour taste and it really relieved the greasiness.

Gradually, Zhou Qiong said that he couldn't understand.

She knew that young people could eat it, but she couldn't understand it if she tried to deal with the mutton.

This 158 self-service restaurant is considered medium-class in Dong'an, and there are some seafood. Not to mention Xiao Yiruo, many people come to consume with the mentality of making money, which is not uncommon.

It doesn't seem like a particularly smart choice to fight mutton.

And after seeing that he had eaten a few dishes, he was obviously struggling but still insisted. He couldn't help but stretch out his chopsticks to try picking up a piece, but was stopped by the other party.

"Sister, if you want to eat, I will get you another plate."

"You still dislike me?"

"No, no, no." Xiao Yiruo couldn't find any excuse for the time being, so he picked up the plate and swept all the remaining meat into the hot pot in front of him: "I'll get some more."

He also felt a lot of pain in his heart.

The system also gave me a process, 5/10, and I just completed half of it. I didn’t give it to Sister Zhou because I was worried that if there were fewer and there were not a whole lot, I wouldn’t count it. Thanks.

No matter how delicious the food is, it can't stand the hard work. He is already a little nauseous and nauseous now. Half a lemon is not enough, so he has to eat it directly.

The only thing that can be comforted is that in order to avoid wasting, the amount of beef and mutton in a plate is not particularly large, about two taels. Even so, he has to eat at least two pounds.

At this time, Xiao Yiruo had an inexplicable idea.

The ancients stayed in an inn and cut three pounds of cooked beef at every turn. It was definitely a cultural creation. With a variety of seasonings in it, he ate so hard that he could only boil it in water, so where could he continue to eat it?

Perhaps it was because of psychological effects, he felt that the look of the meat waiter looking at him was wrong.

As a last resort, you must take the drink, you cannot drink it with carbonated sourness, it will make your stomach feel good, it will be sour and sweet, and it will be appetizing!

"Sister Zhou, I'll give you this dish." Xiao Yiruo returned to his seat, poured the meat into the pot with a quick look, and did not rush to eat it. He drank half a cup of juice first, then picked up the spoon and hooked it to remove the foam.

"Thank you!" Seeing that he was holding mutton again, Zhou Qiong was speechless, but he didn't ask much.

It was past six o'clock, and it was the peak period for dinner. There were more and more people and the hotel became extremely lively.

"Xiao Xiao, do you often come here to have dinner?"

Xiao Yiruo shook his head: "158 is still expensive for poor students. Just do it once or twice a year."

"I don't understand one thing." Zhou Qiong picked up the napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully. This action made the men who were close to the tables unconsciously look at him.

"What?" Xiao Yiruo lowered his head and continued to deal with the mutton.

"Wouldn't it be more cost-effective to take the house for rent and then stay in the dormitory by yourself?"

"Oh, you say this." Xiao Yiruoran: "My uncle doesn't need the few thousand yuan of rent. It's family affection for me to live in. I rented it out and got the money myself, and the nature is different."

When he first moved in for sophomore year, he told his parents about this problem, but he was taught a lesson by his mother and can understand it now.

"So that's it. Do you know how to drive?" Sister Zhou asked.

"Yes, when I first entered the school, a driving school came to recruit students. After applying with my family, I asked for money to register." Speaking of this, Xiao Yiruo had an idea. It would be nice to go back and transfer some money to her mother later.

"Are you not a big addiction to car after learning it? The instructor has a Nissan that has been around for several years, so we borrowed it from practicing car with various excuses. Don't worry, I'm definitely not a road killer."

"Okay," Zhou Qiong took the Kun bag next to him, took out the BMW key and handed it over. His movements were a bit big, his clothes were thin, and his waves were shaking, which made Xiao Yiruo dare not look directly: "I'm happy today, I'll have some wine, and you can drive the car later."

"Okay." Xiao Yiruo was a little excited.

He had wanted to drive this car for a long time, cough... he was talking about a BMW.

I stood up and got back two bottles of beer, poured it on her diligently, and only then did I feel relieved and became stable after drinking it.

Two men not far away were watching.

"Damn, that woman is such a beauty."

"Who said no? This figure and temperament must be a rich woman. Did you see the key just now?"

"Is the guy being kept? He doesn't seem to be very handsome."

"Better handsome than you, the key is that you are younger and have better physical strength. Give up and take the initiative to drink. There will definitely be thunder and fire at night."

"Oh... I'm envious."

Xiao Yiruo finally killed ten plates of mutton in half an hour and completed the task.

Without the surprise of harvest, he didn't dare to breathe heavily. His breathing was full of mutton smell and he even wanted to vomit. At least three months, he would not eat food related to mutton again.

Walking out of the door, a breeze blew, it was very comfortable.

"Go home?"

Zhou Qiong narrowed her eyes and her long hair fluttered gently along the breeze: "Take a walk, eat, and eat, and the body is full of the smell of hot pot."

"Okay, let's go." Xiao Yiruo did not refuse.

This area belongs to a commercial area, with various hotels and hotels. It is around 8 o'clock, which is a lively moment. Compared with the day, pedestrians have less haste and more leisure. The shouts of roadside vendors and the aroma of dishes that float out have added a lot of the atmosphere of life.

The two of them walked around, looked left and right, and were in a very good mood.

No wonder one contributed to the company's big business, while the other made the most money so far.

Xiao Yiruo took out his cell phone, finished the operation, transferred 10,000 yuan to his mother's account, and by the way, he transferred 3,000 yuan to his father.

When he was very young, he understood who the eldest was in the family, and his father received pocket money every month.

I still vaguely remember that he was acting coquettishly with his father and wanted to buy some snacks or toys. The helplessness and "pain" on his father's face were so pitiful.

How can a man have no money in his pocket?

As a result, less than ten seconds later, the phone call came.

"Son, what does it mean?" My dad called him first.

"Hehe, I have taken a job these days and made some money. I respect you." Xiao Yiruo's mood is more pleasant than when he got the money, and I don't know how to describe it for a while.

"Well, I've earned so much for anything I did, three thousand." My father still knows his son. He is smart at the age of a young man, but he doesn't have any bad ideas. He often goes to work part-time in college, and he will definitely not go back to do illegal things.

"You don't understand if you say it very complicated. Does my mom work night shift?"

"Yes, then I'll wait..." My dad hesitated a little.

"No, I'll transfer her 10,000 yuan. Your money is private money."

"Really?" My dad's voice became much louder: "Confirm?"

"It's very certain, you just pretend you don't know anything."

"Okay, okay, when will you go home when you have time? Dad makes you braised mutton."

"Dad, let's do this first, I'll have a hang up."

Zhou Qiong was waiting quietly for Xiao Yiruo to finish the phone call, and pointed to the street sign in front of him with antiques and streets: "Or why don't we go there and have a look."
Chapter completed!