After chatting with Ye Qing for so long, the chicken wings in the kitchen had been marinated.

Turn on the natural gas switch, wait until the pot is heated and put a little cold oil in it, and add the marinated chicken wings.

The fragrance of chicken wings began to spread. Ailiang did not use a smoker, but directly used the Mind Power to gather the gas smoke directly outside the window. This was much better than the range hood.

Anyway, no one is watching him cook now, Ai Liang is too lazy to use chopsticks, so he just uses the power of the mind to turn the chicken wings over.

After the chicken wings are fryed, pick up the chicken wings, turn on high heat, pour shredded ginger and mixed honey water into the pot, melt the scorched layer at the bottom of the pot, and pour in the chicken wings and simmer for about 40 seconds when the juice is halfway.

Stir it a little and stir-fry for a few times and wrap the chicken wings with honey sauce. A pot of honey wings with crystal clear appearance and full color, aroma and flavor are completed.

From marinating to being released from the pot, it adds up in less than half an hour in total, which is very simple.

Ailiang left a small bowl of chicken wings as dinner, and all the rest were packed in lunch boxes.

Dongdongdongdongdong.

Ai Liang knocked on Ye Qing's door.

"Here's here!"

The sound of slippers coming from the room.

Crack, Ye Qing opened the security door and saw the lunch box in Ai Liang's hand and exclaimed: "Wow, you won't give me all the chicken wings, right?"

"I have some left behind myself." Ai Liang stuffed the lunch box into Ye Qing's hand and turned around and left.

However, as soon as he returned home, he received a message on his phone.

【Are you there?】——Summer Sora

This netizen named Xia Zhi is the one who has been chatting with Ai Liang for many years.

【Although I feel that I should not add the wrong person, I still have to ask, are you Ai Liang?】

【Um.】

【Come to the balcony!】

Ai Liang picked up the bowl, brought a pair of chopsticks to the balcony.

Ai Liang looked at the news and did not reply, but opened the sliding door of the balcony and looked to the left. Ye Qing was staring at this side with her lunch box in her arms.

"Your online name is 'Weiliang'?"

"Yeah, it's me."

Ai Liang put down a small bowl on the table on the balcony and slowly chewed the chicken wings.

"This is a coincidence!"

Ye Qing couldn't help but complain: "You might have found out that I was in Qianhua Market, so you ran over."

"Do you feel like I'm that kind of person?"

Ai Liang chewed the chicken wings quietly. Just like when chatting, Ye Qing was talking in most cases, and he occasionally replied.

Ye Qing looked at Ai Liang's calm look and sighed: "That's right."

Now Ai Liang personally admitted that she was "weiliang", but she lost the nervous and uneasy excitement when she read the information.

Ye Qing actually noticed it when she was reading the information at noon. No one, Ai Liang and her netizen "Wei Liang"'s identity background were simply poured out of the same mold.

Life experience cannot be said to be similar, it can only be said to be exactly the same.

Another reason is that netizens who have known each other for five years have ended up meeting the basics without both parties knowing it.

It feels like you call a virtual anchor’s wife. After calling her for five years, you finally find that the virtual anchor is just like your own buddy. This complex mood is hard to describe in words.

Even though he was enthusiastic and cheerful, Ye Qing, who had social skills, didn't know what to say for a moment.

Let's give a simple example.

The atmosphere now is like a social phobia patient walking on the road to school, seeing the teachers and classmates in front of him, and then slowing down ten times but still meeting at the bus stop.

But Ye Qing was Ye Qing after all, so she quickly calmed down and asked Ai Liang soul-searching questions.

"So, did you come to Qianhua to avoid your parents?"

Ye Qing’s first question was mentioned without hesitation about Ai Liang’s parents.

Four years ago, Ye Qing, who had been pouring bitterness and complaining about Ai Liang, told about her daily life, suddenly became curious one day and asked about Ai Liang's life.

At that time, Ai Liang had just finished his career as a hermit. He had not talked to a normal person for five years and talked about his family situation.

Anyway, no one knows your true face through the network cable.

The two of them have discussed Ai Liang's parents a lot in the past five years. A long time ago, Ye Qing joked that she would let him come out and have sex with her.

Of course this is just a joke. She lived in an orphanage three years ago.

"This time I broke up with them completely. If nothing unexpected happens, I will not have any contact with them in the future."

Ai Liang calmly gnawed the chicken wings. Anyway, he would leave the two of them sooner or later, and it would be strange to drag them until now.

If it weren't for meeting Yue Qihua and others at school, Ai Liang would have left Nehua two years ago.

"What do you plan to do with regard to living expenses? Do you want to work as a part-time job in our supermarket? I can tell Lan... the supermarket owner."

Ye Qing didn't say anything comforting nonsense. She knew very well that Ai Liang didn't want to and didn't need to listen to this.

What she cares about is all about essential life issues.

While Ye Qing made a suggestion, she picked up half of the chicken wings and put them in her mouth.

She rolled her tongue gently, sucked her cherry mouth, and then she slapped her tender meat on the chicken wings was scraped off, leaving only a piece of chicken bone that she threw into the trash can.

Although the food was fast, it was not vulgar. The movements were quick and elegant. The chicken wings in the lunch box were reduced at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I have solved the problem of living expenses. I made a lot of money by trading stocks in the month of summer vacation, which is enough for my life."

Ye Qing didn't say much, after all, with Ai Liang's genius level, he would never be able to starve to death.

She looked at the empty lunch box and stuck out her tongue and licked her cherry lips as if aftertaste: "You often say that your skills are average, but this is not average. It is obviously more delicious than the honey chicken wings in the restaurant!"

"It's good to suit your appetite, but didn't you say you had supper?"

Ai Liang put down the small bowl in his hand, and the containers containing chicken wings on both sides formed a sharp contrast.

Ye Qing put down her chopsticks and said, "It doesn't mean she's full after eating it. The pot is so big, and a pot of fried rice is less than 70% full."

"But this is not the point. Why are you not surprised at all by the fact that I am the 'Summer Sora'!"

Ye Qing pouted in dissatisfaction: "We have known each other for five years, and you just don't care at all."

“Is this something to be surprised?”

Ailiang picked up half of the chicken wings and put them in his mouth, and said while eating, "I recognized it in the morning."

"Ha?" The chopsticks in Ye Qing's hand fell directly onto the table: "What did you say?"

"I said, I recognized you as Summer Sorrow this morning."

Ai Liang repeated the words again.

"I probably haven't told you which supermarket I work in. Besides, I haven't even said how old I am. How did you recognize me?"

Ye Qing's pretty face was filled with question marks: "Generally speaking, supermarkets will not accept part-time jobs for minors."

Ye Qing’s doubts were different from before, and this time she was not a warning.

Just simply curious, how did Ai Liang see that she is from Xia Xie?
Chapter completed!