Ji Bu quickly stretched out his hand to signal Miao Zhihua not to continue: "Sir Miao, please don't use the word begging. I can't afford you to talk like that."
"There is no need to be so polite between us."
He now knew why his brother Ali and Miao Zhihua had maintained an undercover superior-subordinate relationship for several years, and Ali was still willing to continue it.
Although the relationship between Ji Bu and Miao Zhihua is a transaction, and they need each other's needs, Miao Zhihua actually takes the initiative.
Miao Zhihua is a person who knows how to talk. When talking to himself, his posture is also very low, and he doesn't have that arrogant feeling.
and.
After being out for so long, Miao Zhihua never took the initiative to contact him, let alone urge him to speed up the task process, and he never took the initiative to interfere with the self-righteous action plan for Ji Bu.
He also tried his best to cooperate with the matters in the song and dance hall and handled the situation very well, which made Ji Bu quite satisfied.
so.
Ji Bu also had a much better impression of Miao Zhihua.
This is what he is like. Whoever gets along with him and who treats him well will be treated with great respect by Ji Bu.
"Haha, you kid."
Miao Zhihua grinned: "Okay, this matter depends on you. Also, pay attention to safety, safety first."
He took a deep breath and took a heavy puff of his cigarette: "No matter what, you can't cause problems like your brother Ali, otherwise I won't have the shame to go to the cemetery to see him."
"Go to the street!"
Ji Bu scolded him angrily, and then added in a heavier tone: "Next time when I go to see him, help me bring him a bag of Marlboros. He likes to smoke this the most."
"Um."
Miao Zhihua nodded.
The two of them each smoked cigarettes.
"Right."
Ji Bu seemed to have remembered something, so he opened his mouth and asked, "How many credits did your nephew borrow from Daxiong's account?"
"Um"
Miao Zhihua groaned and stretched out a slap: "Five million"
"Five million?"
Ji Bu glanced at Miao Zhihua after hearing this: "So many? Your nephew is playing very wildly."
"Ahem..."
Miao Zhihua cleared his throat: "I don't know if the sky is high and the sky is high, but I will have to wait until one day to attack the street before I can remember."
Ten minutes later.
Miao Zhihua opened the door of the interrogation room and came out, handing a prepared confession to Inspector Zhang in charge:
"After investigation, it was just setting off firecrackers. We have been criticized and educated, so let him go."
"Okay, Sir Miao."
Inspector Zhang took the record book and asked one more question: "Do you want this kid to pay a fine so that he can remember it for a long time?"
"Pounce on the street."
Miao Zhihua rolled his eyes angrily: "Just let him go, we don't have time to play with this kind of person."
"goodbye."
Ji Bu walked out of the interrogation room and waved to Inspector Zhang at the door: "Sir Zhang, remember to go to the Public Relations Department tomorrow to claim your real-name letter of commendation."
"Pounce on the street."
Inspector Zhang cursed in a low voice and ignored him.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening.
Out of the police station.
Ji Bu walked a little way outside and entered a public phone booth. He first hung up the phone and called the company to tell him that he was fine. He then went into a convenience store and bought a pack of cigarettes. Then he hailed a taxi and headed to his residence.
Got off and paid the fare.
Look up.
There was a light on in the living room, so A'e must have come back.
Go upstairs.
"It's me."
Ji Bu seemed to be very familiar with the road this time. He raised his hand and knocked on the door panel, greeting: "Cousin, open the door!"
only.
No one responded.
Ji Bu couldn't help but look up at the vents on the doors and windows. He knocked a little harder and shouted again: "Cousin, open the door!"
"Coming, coming."
A'e's voice finally sounded, and with the sound of hurried little steps, the door was opened, and A'e, wearing an apron and holding a knife in her right hand, appeared at the door.
"Holy shit!"
Ji Bu subconsciously jumped back: "Cousin, what are you doing, a butcher?"
"ah"
Only then did A'e realize that her movements with the knife were a bit exaggerated, and she quickly shook her head and signaled Ji Bu to come in:
"No, I happened to be cooking in the kitchen, so I didn't hear your knock on the door."
She turned sideways and made way for her: "You came back just in time. The last cabbage will be ready soon. You can eat it after getting into the water."
"You go and take a rest first, it will be quick."
"Yeah."
Ji Bu sniffed, and the rich aroma of meat came over him. Not to mention, the smell made people's index fingers twitch.
Enter the living room.
Ji Bu couldn't help but raise his eyes and glanced towards the kitchen in surprise.
A'e is quite diligent. After she came back, she tidied up the house and re-covered the sofa. The room was cleaner and tidier.
A few minutes later.
The two sat opposite each other at the table.
Freshly chopped roast goose, pan-fried turbot, boiled cabbage, and a takeaway portion of kelp and ribs soup, all delicious and delicious.
"Didn't I let you eat outside?"
Ji Bu looked at the food on the table: "You have to work so hard to cook it yourself. Did you even wait for me?"
“Isn’t it convenient and affordable to make it yourself?”
A'e put the rice on the table, lowered her head and took off her apron, and smoothed the hair hanging beside her ear with her right hand:
"Try it quickly and see if it tastes good."
"Um"
Ji Bu was not polite, picked up a small piece of turbot meat with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth.
The skin of the dry-fried fish is crispy, with a light fried aroma, and the meat inside is refreshing, smooth and not old.
Everything is just right.
then.
He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of pork rib soup into his bowl and took a sip.
"How about it?"
A'e didn't even bother to eat, her eyes were bright and she looked at Ji Bu expectantly: "How do these dishes taste?"
"smell?"
Ji Bu picked up his chopsticks and picked up another piece of fish to eat: "If you don't eat someone, you won't be able to eat it."
"whee."
A'e was so amused by Ji Bu's words that she beamed, her eyes narrowed into crescent moons, and she picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat:
"Just eat it if you like it. I'm afraid it won't taste good and you won't like it."
"hehe."
Ji Bu looked at A'e, who was smiling and filled with the joy of being affirmed, and couldn't help but shook his head:
"Who did you learn your craft from? It's pretty good."
“I’ve been making it since I was a kid.”
A'e chewed and swallowed everything in her mouth before speaking: "You will know after you do it more times."
"However, today's turbot is my first time trying to cook it, so it's a little bit too fried. I should be able to master the heat next time I cook it."
"Thank you."
Ji Bu took a spoon and scooped up the pork rib soup: "I'm going to have a good meal tonight."
"We can still do it tomorrow."
A'e felt happy to be recognized: "I haven't used up the money you gave me today. There is plenty. I can cook for you these days."
"hehe."
Ji Bu smiled and said no more.
The two of them chatted and ate while the lights above their heads highlighted their figures. Looking out the window, they felt inexplicably warm.