After the celebration, Fang Fang finally returned home. He hadn't been back for several days and almost forgot about the skyline scenery of the Financial City next to him.
The house is still as clean as new, and the windows are bright and clear.
Because the cleaning work of the entire building is managed in a unified manner, and each cleaner has been strictly screened, the owner can rest assured.
If you are concerned, cleaning can also be arranged by the owners themselves.
Fang Fang didn't have any valuables at home. After putting everything in his suitcase away, he lay on the chair on the balcony and leisurely looked at the clouds rolling in and out of London.
Taking a sip of tea from time to time, I feel inexplicably comfortable with having accomplished something.
In the evening, Mrs. Awei suddenly came to the door with Helena and little Meg, saying that she would treat him to a French dinner and congratulate him on helping Arsenal win the season double.
Fang Fang originally wanted to decline, because he had been having fun outside for the past few days and was already very tired.
Unexpectedly, it turned out that Mrs. Owe arranged for the chef of the 3-Michelin-starred restaurant to come and cook in person.
The equation can only sigh that it is really based on hundreds of millions of people.
So, everyone waited at his house for a while, and the chef soon arrived with a few of his subordinates.
There were no lights on in the room, and only two dim white candles were burning on a round table in the dining room.
The light in the room was dim, and next to it, outside the clear floor-to-ceiling windows, was an endless view of the bustling London night scene.
This sentiment can only be described as quite petty bourgeoisie.
Fang Fang was sitting at the table, a little unaccustomed to it. Firstly, it was the first time he felt elegant. Secondly, he rarely used a knife and fork.
In fact, he was not the only one, but also little Meg opposite. Mrs. Owe was patiently teaching her.
Helena saw Fang Fang having a decent meal, and an imperceptible smile appeared on her lips.
The old equation is sharp-eyed.
He immediately yelled, not giving her a good look, and looked sideways, as if to say, "What, you want to teach me?"
"you"
Helena was immediately displeased and wanted to scold such rudeness.
But,
Seeing Mrs. Owe next to her, Helena pursed her lips slightly and squeezed her palms to endure it.
This surprised Equation.
Can you hold back this?
After looking at Mrs. Allway and Helena, I was really surprised about their relationship.
Mrs. Owe was finishing talking to little Meg when she noticed the small movements of the two people around her. A smile flashed in her green eyes, "What's wrong?"
Fang Fang pretended to be fine and said, "Well, I'm just not used to it."
The words haven’t been spoken yet,
Mrs. Awei smiled and said, "Do you want me to teach you?"
Helena remained motionless and seemed to be gnashing her teeth at him.
Fang Fang smiled and said, "No, I know how to use it, but I'm just not used to it."
Mrs. Aowei nodded and asked, "By the way, when do you decide to go back?"
Fang Fang replied: "The day after tomorrow. I will have a good rest before going back tomorrow."
"How about letting my private jet take you back to China?" Mrs. Aowei thought about it and made a generous suggestion.
Fang Fang was stunned for a moment before he realized, "No, ma'am, my agent will help me buy a plane ticket. This is too much trouble for you."
Mrs. Awei smiled, "It's not troublesome. It's a waste to leave that Gulfstream plane there and not use it. Wouldn't it be nice to take you back just in time?"
Fang Fang felt that the hospitality was hard to refuse and smiled helplessly, "Well, if I continue to decline Madam's kindness, then I would be too hypocritical. Thank you Madam."
Little Meg interjected at this time: "Is Fang going back to China? I want to go too!"
"Next time, let's go together next time, okay?" Mrs. Owe said softly.
"Okay." Little Meg nodded.
Fang Fang also said: "Next time, everyone will take my private jet to have fun together, and then return to London."
"Um."
At the same time, a certain suburb of Haicheng was in the countryside.
It was getting dark, and the migrant workers came back one after another on small batteries. As soon as they entered the intersection of a row of small retail houses, everyone could smell a familiar spicy and sour fragrance.
This is the only roadside food stall nearby, catering specifically to the nearby migrant workers who don’t like to cook.
Wang Hong is helping Sister Zhang from next door sell hot and sour noodles at the stall.
The food stalls not only sell hot and sour noodles, but also cold noodles and cold skin flatbreads. Anyway, it is a carbohydrate feast.
"Sister Wang, you are here to help again!"
A young man parked the battery car and he came over to buy snacks for dinner.
Sister Zhang smiled, scooped up the noodles from the pot, and said, "I also told Sister Wang not to help me anymore, and she doesn't want money, which makes me feel embarrassed."
Wang Hong said with a smile: "You are living alone now. If I ask for your money again, I will just share your living expenses. I will only help you for a few days. When you are not busy, I will go back."
The young man couldn't help but sigh, "Sister Wang really has a good heart."
Wang Hong didn't say anything, and just asked: "Still the same as before?"
"Yes." The young man nodded.
Soon, a bowl of cold noodles was mixed, a bowl of steaming hot and sour noodles, and a grilled sausage were put into the bag, and the young man went home with the snacks.
After a short break, a few more migrant workers came back, and the food stall became busy again.
At this moment, a well-dressed young man suddenly arrived outside.
He first parked the car outside and walked to the intersection on the side of the road.
Glancing at the retail housing here, the young man rolled his eyes and walked over with some hesitation.
After smelling the hot and sour smell, the young man felt no surprise and walked over wearing genuine brand shoes.
When he arrived at the stall, he curiously asked: "How much does this cake cost?"
"1 yuan 5." Wang Hong didn't look up.
"Where's the hot and sour noodles?"
"3 yuan."
The price surprised the young man. I didn’t expect it to be so cheap!
"Okay, I'll have a piece of cake."
The young man scanned the QR code, then looked back and said, "By the way, your place is pretty good. I will build a small building here in the future, grow vegetables, and there will be a small ditch behind it. It will be great for retirement!" "
Wang Hong did not ask the man's purpose, put the cake in a plastic bag and handed it over, reminding him: "We are not allowed to repair it now."
"Yes." The young man nodded, took the cake and asked, "By the way, do you know a person named Equation?"
"Equation? I don't know it!" Sister Zhang shook her head decisively.
Sister Wang also said: "Sorry, I haven't heard of this name."
The young man nodded, not surprised, put the plastic bag on his wrist, put his hands in his pockets and walked back.
"It's a reporter again, how many times is this today?" Sister Zhang glanced at the man's back and felt helpless.
Wang Hong replied calmly: "Just ignore them, we are just ordinary people living our lives."
Sister Zhang agreed and said: "Yes, that boy left here a long time ago and went to study in some aristocratic school. It is his own blessing to become famous abroad. It really has nothing to do with us."
"It's my fault that the master left early. If he's still here, that kid might come back."
Wang Hong thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter if Fang Fang comes back, he should take care of this house."
(End of chapter)
