Jiang Hao looked at the familiar environment around him. The boss gave him the familiar room he had given a few months ago. The place where they played and laughed was still there. After taking a closer look, he saw that the table legs had faded again.

Skin.

Chui Shuihui jumped and lay directly on the bed, showing a "big font".

Several others rushed to take a shower, but Jiang Hao opened the window and took a deep breath.

Jiang Hao remembered the hotel owner's soft-spoken and soft-hearted attitude and was willing to take them in. After thinking about it carefully, he took out a plastic bag from his luggage, opened the snakeskin bag, put a few handfuls of tea leaves into the plastic bag, and stuffed a bag into it.

Finally, I didn't care about them and hurried downstairs to find the boss.

The babbling Cantonese opera no longer came from the radio, but the policy information of reform and opening up. Jiang Hao suddenly stopped subconsciously. He was fascinated by the precise explanation of the policy. Although he could not understand some words, he could feel it.

The greatness and importance of the policy to the country.

The hotel owner clicked his lighter and lit his tobacco in an instant. Green smoke rose. He also looked at the young man with a bag in front of him with a leisurely expression and stood there blankly listening.

After listening for a while, the boss saw that he was still standing there like a dumb chicken, so he pretended to have a unclear throat and hummed a few times.

"Oh, I almost forgot, boss, this tea is for you."

The hotel owner didn't say anything, he just pushed his hand in front of him and waved his hand to refuse.

Jiang Hao rarely gave gifts to others, and when he was politely rejected, he felt somewhat overwhelmed, but he still insisted on stuffing the bag on his desk.

"You take us in, this is just a small kindness, we have to accept it."

As soon as he finished speaking, before the boss had time to react, he put down his things and ran upstairs.

The hotel owner shouted a few times, and after seeing him disappear, he shook his head and looked at the bag of tea, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Fanshu Chang was wearing underwear. As soon as he reached the door, someone pushed open the door to his room. He was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his lower body and hid on the balcony.

Several people laughed when they saw this situation. Jiang Hao stood at the door panting. He couldn't figure out the situation and could only close the door silently.

Jiang Hao glanced at the timid Fanshu Chang. His chubby white legs looked particularly dazzling on the balcony, especially in the dark night. His legs were so white that they shone. No wonder they often laughed at him because he was whiter than women.

.Only now did I understand what they were laughing at.

"Okay, stop making trouble and go to bed early. We have to fight for a stall tomorrow."

Xiao Li seemed to understand what he heard and asked: "What is stall grabbing?"

"You're so stupid, you're robbing a stall, you think it's yours on Chajiao Street."

Chuishuihui swung Erlang's legs, put his hands under his head, and sprayed Xiaoli.

Several people talked to each other and kept chattering.

Jiang Hao looked like he wasn't looking at them. He turned around and pushed open the glass window with kaleidoscope patterns on it, and stuck his head out. It was almost midnight, and not far away there was still the couple selling wontons. The white mist and the pot were still there.

There was boiling water inside and a few diners stopping vaguely. Everything seemed to have changed, but nothing seemed to have changed.

At night on Chajiao Street, there are few people, but people who make a living are still busy, and wanderers are still having fun. Everything, the days that seem to have no track, are still advancing and performing according to the trajectory of fate.

They will probably have to watch many more days and nights on Cha Kiao Street in the future.
Chapter completed!