Chapter 357: Po Meng's Three Lives, Mo Naihe

"Don't worry, it's safe here." Zhao Gaofeng pointed to a few young people outside the door, all of whom were the elites of Lazy God Security.

Xiao Chen was a little arrogant, Xiao Zhang was taciturn, and Zhao Gaofeng didn't talk much. After the three of them sat down, they didn't say much. Zhao Gaofeng poured tea for them and silently watched the door. A few people also came out and scattered around.

In the blink of an eye, the security level of this small wonton shop was outrageously high.

It's meal time now, someone wanted to come in for dinner, but was stopped by those people, but there were still some people who seemed to insist on coming in, several people searched the person's body, and then let him in.

A middle-aged man came in, ordered a bowl of wonton, sat in a corner and started fiddling with his mobile phone. Zhao Gaofeng's attention fell on the middle-aged man, and he moved away after a while.

After that, no one seemed to insist on coming in.

Nan Ming and Chu Chunhui sat down, and Xiao Bai flew into the kitchen carrying a food box. Not long after, Brother Jiang came out with a tray and put down two gaiwans and two dishes of side dishes.

Nan Ming picked up the chopsticks and said, "Eat."

"That's all?" Chu Chunhui thought to himself, Brother Nan is good at everything, but he is too stingy.

Look at what kind of dishes these are. I don’t know what’s in the two tureen bowls. Of those two small dishes, one dish is three slices of cucumber, and the other dish is a piece of tofu.

The three slices of cucumbers are really just three slices of cucumbers. The tender little cucumbers are cut into finger widths, three inches long, and three centimeters thick. Then the three slices are stacked together and placed in the center of the plate.

There is a thin layer of red soup on the bottom of the plate. The cucumber has absorbed some of the soup, the bottom layer has turned red, the middle layer has turned yellow, and only the top layer is still tender white with a little emerald green.

But really, there is only one chopstick!

The tofu next to it looked much more honest. It was ten centimeters long and wide, square and square, and reddish in color. It seemed that it was not just tofu, but also other fillings.

Compared with the three slices of small cucumbers next to it, this tofu dumpling is really kind, and it looks more appetizing. Chu Chunhui stretched out his chopsticks to pinch them, but Nan Ming slapped his chopsticks away with a chopstick. He said: "Go, go, this is mine, and that one is yours!"

"No way! Just invite me to eat this?" Chu Chunhui was shocked, this is really stingy out of style, stingy out of the realm!

How about a treat like this?

Chu Chunhui still wanted to fight desperately, but Nan Ming had already pulled the plate of tofu dumplings in front of him, and wrapped his arms around him, refusing to give it up to Chu Chunhui.

"A child is a child, so naive..." Chu Chunhui muttered, stretched out his chopsticks, grabbed the three-layer cucumber the size of a finger, and took a bite.

With a sound of "click", Chu Chunhui exclaimed, "Hey, it's really delicious!"

The three-layered cucumbers may have been pickled differently, and the soaked soup is also different. After biting into it, the taste changes from soft to hard, and the taste is also spicy, sour, and sweet.

Putting the three layers of small cucumbers into his mouth, Chu Chunhui looked down at the simple food in front of him, and suddenly thought that not long ago, he planned to go to Hong Qingyang to eat the luxurious feast that Hong Qingyang is famous in China .

Chu Chunhui asked himself that he was actually not a clean and honest leader, and he had done some wrong things before.

Sometimes, he would use people's inability to help himself in the arena to excuse himself, but at this time, he suddenly felt that a mistake is a mistake, and there is nothing to excuse.

It is said that people from the inspection team are wandering around, maybe they are already eyeing him now,

And if he needs to bear the consequences and is really pulled down...

The disappointment of his father and brother, the condemnation of his family, the contempt of his colleagues, the gloating of his enemies, and the remorse and anxiety in his own heart, all of these suddenly, like a tide, overwhelmed him.

No, I don't want this! Absolutely not like this!

Fear, like a ghost, entangled him tightly, the more he tried to struggle out, the more he couldn't.

"Dang!" The sound of the chopsticks falling and hitting the tureen suddenly woke up Chu Chunhui. He suddenly realized that he had been holding the chopsticks in a daze for several minutes.

On the opposite side, Nan Ming was happily eating the tofu dumpling, with a spoon, it was a big mouthful, and he ate it happily.

But he, after eating three slices of cucumbers, actually froze. He felt the corners of his eyes were a bit wet, and after wiping them, he realized that he was scared to tears just now by his own imagination.

Nan Ming looked at him and said with a smile, "Have some soup."

"Yes, yes, have some soup!" Chu Chunhui yawned, to hide the fact that he was crying, and gently lifted the tureen.

Then he sighed softly.

Sometimes, he really felt that he was born at the wrong time, and God was very unfair to him.

Also from a big family, Lu Zhenguo is not as old as him, but he is overwhelmed in every way, even now, he is still overwhelmed to death.

Obsessed with officialdom all year round, the relationship between husband and wife has already broken down, and the death of his son a year ago was a fatal blow to him.

Fortunately, there was Li Jie as a backup, but he was later imprisoned and became a prisoner.

Even if you want to go to Hong. Qingyang to relax, you have to worry again and again. Up to now, you can only eat three slices of cucumber to suppress your hunger.

Why is he so pitiful?

In this world, is there anyone more pitiful than him?

And the kid on the other side left him here, endured the inner torment, and ate happily by himself.

Eat, eat, eat, why don't you eat to death!

In contrast, Chu Chunhui was even more gloomy, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in shadow.

"Alas..." Chu Chunhui sighed again, picked up the spoon, scooped up half a spoonful of soup, and put it in his mouth.

Hey, it's delicious!

Drink it well!

super delicious!

At that moment, it was like a ray of sunshine shone in, and all the fear and gloom disappeared, leaving only the bowl of soup in front of me.

Delicious soup, why is there such a delicious soup? What if I can't drink anymore?

What should I do to drink such delicious soup every day!

What was I worrying about just now?

Haven't some of them passed away? Already put it down.

And there are some, haven't they happened yet? And it's not too late to change now, not too late at all!

Thinking of this, Chu Chunhui almost laughed out loud.

Yeah, what am I worrying about?

Everything just now was like a dream, after experiencing all kinds of thoughts, but after waking up, it was just all kinds of dreams.

In front of him is still Nan Ming who is eating happily, but people like it from the bottom of their hearts.

"Is the soup delicious?" Nan Ming asked Chu Chunhui.

"It's delicious!" Chu Chunhui laughed heartily, which was really rare for Chu Chunhui with a gloomy personality. "What kind of soup is this called?"

"Meng Po Soup." Nan Ming said, "A cup of clear soup will relieve all worries."

"Meng Potang... what the hell name! Who came up with it?" Chu Chunhui was speechless.

"Me." Nan Ming said.

Chu Chunhui was speechless for a while, it's really unlucky to have a name for this dead child.

Isn't this cursing him as a dead man?

But thinking of the experience just now, it seems a bit so meaningful.

"Then what about the plate of cucumbers just now?" Chu Chunhui asked again.

"Naihe Bridge." Nan Ming said, "The three-story stone bridge judges good and evil."

Chu Chunhui was tongue-tied, the pain just now should be a kind of punishment, so he is actually a villain?

"Xiaoming, do I have a grudge against you?" Chu Chunhui asked.

"That's right." Nan Ming said, theoretically speaking, their hatred is as deep as the sea.

Nan Ming's answer was so reasonable that Chu Chunhui was speechless for a long time.

"Wait, what's yours?" Chu Chunhui suddenly realized that Nan Ming hadn't touched the dish "Naihe Bridge" at all, and enjoyed eating the tofu dumpling by himself.

"You can't eat this, wait...don't grab it!" Nan Ming didn't take good care of it, and Chu Chunhui snatched the last bit of tofu on the plate.

As a result, Chu Chunhui missed his original partner who was far away in the capital for a long time.

Chu Chunhui decided that he would go back to the capital tomorrow. After the child died, he used work to anesthetize himself, but forgot about his wife. How did he survive this difficult year?

Three lives and three lives are unforgettable. The last dish is called Sansheng stone. In fact, Nanming originally planned to share it with Zhang Feilin. Who would have thought that it would be cheaper for the old bear child Chu Chunhui.

This immediately made Nan Ming feel that he had no appetite and was tasteless.

Chu Chunhui was indeed in high spirits, and said, "After eating like this, why am I even hungrier? Is there anything else I can eat?"

"Brother Chaohua, serve the wontons." Nan Ming said, Jiang Chaohua smiled and brought over two bowls of wontons.

The middle-aged man who came in just now had a full meal, got up and left, and took notes when no one was there: "Target's daily life is quite simple, and he only has a bowl of wonton, a bowl of small soup, and a plate of pickles..."

Zhao Gaofeng looked at the direction where he disappeared and narrowed his eyes. (To be continued.)