Reborn Sells Instant Noodles In America

While Zhang Jing pulled his T-shirt and sweatpants out of the cabinet, he wondered if he should also give this guy a set of his own jacket and jeans. Fortunately, he was about the same height and body as this Joseph. If it were Lin Zidan's height, he wouldn't be able to wear this dress.

However, when I think of Lin Zidan's stature going up all the time, and I'm set at around 1.78, I can't rush up, and my heart is inevitably melancholy again. MD, should I also do fitness and see if I can break through one meter before the age of 23. eight? Zhang Jing went down with his clothes while thinking wildly.

"Hey, Joseph, you can change these clothes." Zhang Jing threw the clothes in his hands to Joseph, who was still standing beside the sofa, embarrassed to sit.

"Have you eaten yet? But I only have quick-frozen dumplings here~" Zhang Jing said, and opened the refrigerator to take a look. In addition to two buckets of milk, there was a carton of eggs, and even a piece of toast left. . When I opened the freezer again, only half of the opened quick-frozen dumplings were left, lying alone inside.

"Okay, thank you, I'll go wash up first, and I'll cook it myself~" Joseph said embarrassedly and softly.

"Okay, I'm a little tired today, so I'll go to rest first. You can use these pots and pans for yourself! I don't cook much anyway!" After speaking, Zhang Jing walked upstairs smartly.

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Before Lin Zidan left, he heard Zhang Jing say that he would go out to play at night, and he didn't know when he would come back. Thinking that he had driven out, he wanted to call him to remind him, don't drive after drinking. Knowing that the phone was just about to dial, he received a call from Zhang Jing.

"Hello? How's it going? Are you going home?" Lin Zidan slid the mouse on the desktop while listening to the phone. He was just looking at his stock, and now the stock of a certain fruit has risen to more than 50 dollars. It is expected to exceed $60 by the end of the year.

"I came back early, MD feels that Zhao Peng has been trapped!" Zhang Jing scolded and explained the process to Lin Zidan.

"Zhao Peng? From your school? In the future, that kind of person should be less of a concern!" Lin Zidan felt a little silly after listening to it, so he drank two bottles of beer and sang a few songs and spent 1,100 dollars, even if he was specially admitted there. Planting a shop doesn't cost that much, does it? ! While Zhang Jing was worthless, he felt that there must be something wrong with Zhao Peng.

"Well, I met at the Chinese Friendship Meeting when I first started school. I saw people who were quite articulate. He bragged that New York was delicious and fun. Jing still feels useless when he thinks of it.

"But you're also very smart. You didn't take out all 1100. This guy made it clear that he was cheating on you!" Time is still wise!

"The two women were called by him. It would be good if he didn't ask him to pay 800. After all, the woman even helped me order some songs! But I also tipped her, so it was not in vain to work hard for her!" Zhang Jing said , took out the cigarette case from the bedside table, knocked out a cigarette, lit it, and took a sharp puff.

"When have you been stingy when you go out, it is probably because of this that Zhao Peng deliberately took you to that kind of place. Be careful in the future, don't go so close to him, and try to keep a low profile in school, sometimes not only Chinese bad boys miss you, and foreigners also eat and drink!" Lin Zidan reminded.

"Okay, I'm not stupid, don't think about me playing with him again in the future. By the way, there is one more thing." Zhang Jing spit out a smoke ring and continued:

"Guess who I met on the way back?"

"Who? Did you drive back?" Lin Zidan asked casually after hearing that his tone should not be a big deal.

"No, I came back by subway, because I took the subway, and I picked up someone and came back. I'm still downstairs right now!" Zhang Jing said and laughed. Take people home.

"Who? It can't be... Joseph?" Lin Zidan hesitated.

"I'm going, why can't I hide anything from you? Are you a half fairy? If you can pinch it, it will count or what?" Zhang Jing couldn't help but complain.

"You said that you took the subway, and then you picked up a person. Besides Joseph, who else could you pick up?" Lin Zidan said with a smile.

"But this is unscientific? Even if I take the subway, you can't think of Joseph all of a sudden, right?" Zhang Jing still felt incredible.

"The weather is so cold that many homeless foreigners like to hide in the subway to keep warm. They sit from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the end, and some sleep in the subway. Didn't this happen in the news before?" Lin Zidan explained.

"He wasn't in the subway, he was at the subway entrance, squatting at the subway entrance on Main Street, ha~ you know? He also put a Coke cup in front of him, and it said homeless, but he actually took it. It looks like a few dollars." Zhang Jing said with a smile.

"Hey? Wait, what's this smell? Didn't Joseph set my kitchen on fire?" As he was talking, Zhang Jing suddenly smelled a strange smell coming up from downstairs, as if something was burnt. He quickly held his breath, got up and walked downstairs.

Zhang Jing walked down the stairs and saw that Joseph was wearing his T-shirt and sweatpants, fiddling with something in the kitchen. The fireworks were not big, but the smell of burning was getting stronger and stronger.

"Hey~ what are you doing?" Zhang Jing walked to the kitchen door and knocked gently on the doorway.

"Ah~ I... I wanted to fry an egg, but... hehe, it turned black for some reason~" Joseph scratched his head in shame.

"It took you so long to fry an egg? You still fry it like this?" Zhang Jing walked over and looked at the two dark eggs in the frying pan, it was horrible to see.

"Why don't you cook dumplings?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

"Uh, boiled... boiled, but... can't eat it." Joseph's head was lower, and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Zhang Jing took another look at how many dumplings were left in the trash can in the kitchen. Looking closely, TM didn't look like it was cooked at all. No wonder he said he couldn't eat them.

"This... have you eaten these dumplings?" Zhang Jing asked in shock?

"Uh, I ate some. It's really not delicious, so I threw it out." Joseph didn't dare to look Zhang Jing's eyes at all. They arranged for him to live and gave him a place to cook and eat. It's a pity that he himself can't cook anything except hot toast to make a sandwich. When he saw that there was still a piece of toast, he wanted to fry an egg and eat it~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Who knew this fried Eggs are so hard too.

When Zhang Jing heard him say that, his eyes were about to pop out. Joseph was also a middle-aged man in his forties. Could it be that he had never cooked before? This realization made Zhang Jing begin to doubt his life. Before, he always felt that he could not do anything but eat. Today, he finally saw another wonderful thing. He wondered how this person lived so big? Have you ever gone out to eat? No wonder our restaurants in Greater China can be opened to all corners of America!

"Hello? Hello? Zhang Jing, are you all right?" Lin Zidan, who hadn't hung up on the phone, couldn't help asking aloud when he heard their conversation.

"Uh, it's alright, wait a minute~" Zhang Jing pointed at the pots and pans and said to Joseph, "Can I trouble you to clean them up? Can you clean the pots? Can you clean them?"

Joseph nodded quickly and said yes, and quickly turned on the tap to rinse the stove that was messed up just now.

"I'm going, this foreigner can't even fry an egg! I can eat the dumplings before they are cooked. I'm really convinced! Haha~" Returning to his room, Zhang Jing was out of breath with laughter. Said and rolled around on his bed.

"Don't laugh, it's not too late, you better order him a takeaway nearby. I guess he hasn't eaten much today, or he won't be messing around in your kitchen." Lin Zidan listened to him I couldn't stop laughing in a low voice, I couldn't help reminding.

"Holding the grass, I'm really convinced, haha~" Zhang Jing was still laughing, but he had calmed down a lot.

"Okay, I'll hang up, I'll order him a takeout, or he'll really burn down my kitchen! ~Ha~" Zhang Jing hung up the phone and ran to the stack of magazines in the study. I ordered a menu from a nearby Chinese restaurant, and called for a fried noodles and two bottles of Coke.