Dong Qiangqiang is the kind of person who does what he says and does it resolutely. Once he identifies something, he will start working on it immediately.
With Karina's help, he first made an appointment for a first-aid training class held near the train station at 1 p.m. the next day, and submitted an application for a vision test.
Karina told him that if everything goes well, the first aid certificate and vision test results will be obtained before the weekend, and then he can come to the driving school to officially pay for lessons.
Under normal circumstances, most companies in Germany are closed on Saturdays and Sundays, but her driving school is an exception. For the convenience of customers, they are also open on Saturdays.
Dong Qiangqiang wrote down the key points on the paper, checked it again, and then walked out of the office with relaxed steps.
Thinking of how sleepy he felt while working last night, Dong Qiangqiang rushed home to catch up on his sleep. When he woke up again, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon. He fried two meat dishes for himself in the kitchen. Thinking of Lei Lanting devouring them, he added another scrambled egg with tomatoes.
"Hey, what smells so good?" came an exclamation from outside the kitchen door, and Sasha walked in holding a coffee cup and wearing a bald pink bathrobe.
"Come and try my craftsmanship." Dong Qiangqiang said politely.
"It looks good, what's this called?" Sasha drooled and asked, pointing to one of the dishes.
"Kung Pao Chicken." Dong Qiangqiang knows that many Germans like this dish very much.
"Well, I have eaten this dish in a Chinese restaurant. I didn't expect you to cook it. Isn't this a difficult dish to make?" Sasha asked doubtfully.
"This is our home-cooked food," Dong Qiangqiang couldn't think of a better metaphor for a moment. He accidentally swept up the empty French fries packets that were balled up in the kitchen trash can and added, "Just like your French fries."
"No, no." Sasha shook his head in the negative, "Frying French fries is very simple. Just throw the fries into hot oil and fry for a few minutes. But Kung Pao... this dish, no It would be that simple.”
Dong Qiangqiang filled a small bowl for Sasha, brought it to her, and said with a smile: "Thank you for helping me go home last time."
Sasha thought for a second, and immediately remembered the situation when the two met that time, and also laughed.
"It's a bit spicy, let's try it." Dong Qiangqiang quickly filled Sasha with another small bowl of potato and beef stew and handed it to her hand.
"Oh, it looks like there will be a sumptuous meal tonight." Sasha praised, holding two small bowls.
The two of them were talking when suddenly the kitchen door opened and Big Max walked in with square steps.
When Dong Qiangqiang saw him, he was about to be polite, but he frowned, pointed at a table of food and said, "You Chinese make this place a mess every time, how can I eat? Huh!"
Dong Qiangqiang did not expect his attitude. He was a little speechless for a moment. He smiled awkwardly. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Sasha roll her eyes: "When did you have dinner in the kitchen? When did you not go to my mother's place?" fast food?"
Max didn't expect Sasha to suddenly get angry. He was stunned for a moment, and his face turned red: "Anyway, in short, it's not possible with such heavy oil fumes. I, I will cough and faint."
He spoke quickly and immediately became stuttering, which was in sharp contrast to his ferocious appearance. Dong Qiangqiang thought he was cute for a moment.
Dong Qiangqiang thought that we were under the same roof after all, and we would never see each other again when we looked up. If the relationship was really tense, there would be both disadvantages and disadvantages. He compromised: "Next time, I will try to avoid oil fumes. I will also use the kitchen every time I use it." It will be cleaned up and will not affect everyone’s subsequent use.”
These words were spoken sincerely. Max glanced at Sasha, who was eating Kung Pao Chicken and Potato Beef Stew with gusto, and said sourly: "Don't eat randomly, be careful if you eat too much and get diarrhea."
"I'm happy," Sasha said without raising her head.
Max's face turned red with anger and he stamped his foot: "You, come out with me for a moment. I have something to say to you."
"Let's talk about it here. It's not convenient for me to stop eating. Hey, Dong, please add some Kung Pao Chicken for me. This is delicious."
"This spicy Kung Pao Chicken is also good for the skin. It's a beauty dish." Dong Qiangqiang simply gave her the whole plate, then turned around to fry a new one.
Seeing the two of them chatting enthusiastically and not taking him seriously at all, Max's face became very ugly. He slammed the door hard and strode out. The floor creaked under his weight. .
"Do you want to listen to what he has to say? He may have something very important to tell you." Dong Qiangqiang advised kindly, not wanting to get involved in the private affairs of the two of them.
"You don't have to listen to know what he's going to say. Just pay the rent later. You're such an old man, and you're always staying at home on the dole every month, not knowing how to go out to work." Sasha shook his head. Sighing, "It's no good."
Dong Qiangqiang was a little surprised: "I thought he had a job."
"His family used to have a motorcycle repair shop passed down from his family. Later, because he drank too much and didn't pay attention to running it, it slowly closed down." Sasha concentrated on picking up the chicken and peanuts in the Kung Pao Chicken and said nonchalantly.
Dong Qiangqiang didn't know what to say, so he had to bury his head and fry a new plate.
"Yes, your cooking skills are really good. It seems that I really made a profit by renting the house to you." Sasha wiped his mouth, "If you cook like this every day in the future, I can consider reducing your rent."
"Haha, that's a good relationship." Dong Qiangqiang suddenly remembered something, "By the way, someone will come to install broadband for me tomorrow morning."
"Well, I was sleeping at that time. Just ask the workers to be gentle." Sasha floated out of the kitchen with a coffee cup.
Dong Qiangqiang packed up his lunch box and was about to go to the train station when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Sasha standing at the door and whispered: "I saw some Southeast Asians when I was taking out the garbage downstairs today. I don't know who they are. I’m not looking for you, you’d better be more careful these days.”
"Southeast Asians?" Dong Qiangqiang was shocked. He thought about Jin Yuan.
Before leaving the house, Dong Qiangqiang looked at Jin Yuan's box and suddenly felt worried for some reason. He put a black plastic bag on his black suitcase, then carried the suitcase to the end of the third-floor corridor. At the end of the corridor there is a narrow staircase one person wide, leading to the attic on the top of the building.
Dong Qiangqiang carried the box, walked up the stairs quietly, opened the partition in the attic above his head, raised the suitcase over his head and pushed it in, then put his head in to check the position of the box, and only after confirming that it was correct, he reinstalled the partition. good.
At 19:30 in the evening, Dong Qiangqiang walked out of the small building with his backpack on his back. A warm breeze blew through the night, which made people feel itchy. Accompanied by the bright moonlight, Dong Qiangqiang walked towards the station.
He didn't notice at all that a pair of sinister eyes in a black BMW parked on the street were staring at his back.
