Hey, Fry Some Rice

The owner of the dank stir-fry stall* is self-reliant and greedy for pleasure Small town literature short essays Poor skin color/poor body shape/poor personality/double c The night when Qin Zhiyuan got a reward of several million from Old Man Qin, he had a big drink with his friends. When he was happy, he invited the whole audience, and his millions were gone in an instant. The person who drank cat urine felt bloated, but he didn't take two bites of the meal. Those naughty friends all left with their girlfriends in their arms. He stood at the door of the bar, even though he was alone, his stomach was still uncomfortable with hunger. He just sat in a daze at the fried rice stall, watching a sweaty man with exploding biceps serve him fried rice. Before he even tasted the appetizing fried rice, Old Man Qin got the news from nowhere that he had spent all his money. He scolded him on his mobile phone for being greedy for pleasure and not knowing what to do. Qin Zhiyuan was drunk, his eyes were red and he was cursing at the mobile phone. "If you give me the money, it's mine. If you're unhappy, break off the relationship. You're not the only one anyway." Later one night, Old Qin found Qin Zhiyuan at a fried rice stall. At that time, Qin Zhiyuan was lying on the couch on the ground, drinking secret sweet water, shamelessly rubbing his toes into the apron of the fried rice stall owner and hooking the thigh of the fried rice stall owner. He kept shouting that he wanted to eat this and that. Old Qin just watched the fried rice stall owner turn his head sadly, wiped his hands clean and pressed them into his son's clothes, and then leaned into his son's ear with restraint and forbearance. "It seems I didn't work hard enough this morning to feed you." Tip 1: There is no right or wrong in XP articles; Tip 2: Two persons, please don't enter if you mind; Tip 3: If I am blocked, everyone here is responsible (star) Purpose: Supporting the street stall business starts with me