What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 34 Grilled Fish

    Cheng Zui: "Fuji shabu-shabu? I I've been thinking about this for years!"

    "..."

    Hua Zi and Tan Jinyang looked at each other, with a hint of distress hidden deep in their eyes.

    Tan Jingyang whispered: "Fuji closed down the year before last."

    "Ah?" Cheng Zui's eyes froze and he sighed softly.

    After a few minutes of silence, he gently pulled the corner of his mouth again, and said sadly: "Really, I really stayed in there for too long..." "

    But there is a grilled fish that tastes good, don't you like green peppercorns? "Tan Jingyang broke the mood calmly.

    Hua Zi immediately answered: "Yes, that fish tastes really good! It goes with rice and wine!" "

    Yeah, okay." Cheng Zui regained his composure and nodded.

    Hua Zi pulled the car door: "Get in!"

    ...

    The smoky smoke and bright lights brought people back to the market place.

    After Tan Jingyang ordered the food, he asked the two to wait, and he went to the Xiaoyan Hotel next door to buy wine.

    When the curtain was lifted, the shop owner was fighting the landlord with a computer.

    For a moment, Tan Jingyang was in a daze. For some reason, I was expecting that that person would roll his school uniform into his schoolbag in the next second and come to ask the boss for a pack of Green Kent.

    Then he squinted his eyes and looked at himself with a smirk, and deliberately dragged his voice and said, are you completely lazy to pretend? monitor.

    Suddenly, Tan Jinyang smiled. Close your eyes and dispel this bad expectation that should not have appeared.

    He quickly moved a beer to pay the bill, and returned to the grilled fish shop.

    The fish was brought to the table in boiling oil, and Hua Zi picked up the fattest piece of fish belly first and gave it to Cheng Zui.

    "Quick, try it! Don't you like spicy food the most?"

    "Thank you Brother Hua!"

    Cheng Zui stood up almost reflexively, straight up.

    Both Hua Zi and Tan Jingyang were stunned for a moment, and after they realized it, the distress they had concealed as much as possible resurfaced again.

    "Hey, what are you doing." Hua Zi sniffed his sore nose and smiled, "Quick, sit down."

    Cheng Zui also came to his senses, scratched his head embarrassedly, and sat down again somewhat awkwardly.

    "Eat quickly." Tan Jingyang said.

    Cheng Zui nodded, took some fish meat with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, he was choked up and coughed, tears came out.

    "I can't, I can't." Cheng Zui opened a bottle of beer and took a few sips, then said with a smile, "I basically don't eat spicy food in it, and my tongue has degenerated." "It

    doesn't exist!" Hua Zi clinked glasses with Cheng Zui, "Come back after eating."

    After a pause, he added: "Really, you can come back as long as you want."

    Tan Jingyang also picked up a piece of fish, carefully peeled off all the prickly ash and pepper before putting it on Cheng Zui's plate.

    Tan Jingyang: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have taken you to eat this."