"See, why don't you just talk like that?" Fang Qiong blinked and said, "I don't even need to guess who you learned it from. You are you, why do you have to learn from others?"
Li Lan was amused. "You just want to listen to my bullsh * t? You don't like my 'superego', you like my 'id'. "
The superego evolved from suppressing its instincts, hiding its inner thoughts and shaping its outer appearance.
The ego is the intermediary between the internal needs of an individual and the external environment. It is the executor of instincts and desires, and it sees itself as the center of the world and the universe.
Fang Qiong said, "At least it's the real you. You can't lose yourself. I want you to show your true self. That's the cutest version of you. "
"Cutest?" Li Lan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure it's not because no one loves you?"
Fang Qiong said, "So you want me to introduce you to a girlfriend?"
"Do I need someone to introduce me to a girlfriend?" Li Lan said, "I don't dare to say that I'm handsome, nor do I dare to say that I'm knowledgeable, but finding a partner isn't a problem."
"You have a girlfriend?"
"No." Li Lan shook his head.
Fang Qiong walked a few steps forward and stopped in front of an oak tree. She saw a bunch of big mushrooms.
"Monkey Head Mushroom!" Her fingers were thin, long, and fair. She slowly picked up the mushroom from the root. She didn't dare to use too much force, so she didn't pluck it off. She used a little more force and carefully picked the Monkey Head Mushroom. "I would be rich if I had a few pounds of it."
Li Lan said, "As long as it is nourishing, it is expensive."
Fang Qiong looked at the Monkey Head Mushroom in the basket and said with a smile, "If I could pick up a hundred yuan a day, I wouldn't even want to work anymore."
Li Lan said, "That easy?"
"What else do you want?" Fang Qiong then changed the topic and said, "However, I have spent so much on my college fees and living expenses. They are all investments, so I have to make some profits. Otherwise, I will lose a lot of money. I can't earn back my capital just by picking mushrooms at home. I have to work harder."
Li Lan joked, "You are a biology major. Picking mushrooms at home is also a good way to apply what you have learned, right?"
"Do all rich people talk like you?"
When Fang Qiong rolled her eyes, she pursed her lips and pressed her tongue against her lower lip. It was a beautiful combination of facial features.
Li Lan spread his hands and said, "Envy or jealousy? It's not my fault that I have money. "
Fang Qiong said in a serious tone. "I think you're cuter when you lose yourself."
Li Lan laughed, "Haha, why don't you encourage me to be myself?"
Fang Qiong snorted and turned around, ignoring Li Lan. She lowered her body and walked with her head lowered. She used the twig in her hand to pull at the bushes.
Li Lan looked at her angry face and didn't care.
With his hands behind his back, he stood on tiptoe, looking around and whistling.
He was the only one who had inherited Li Zhaokun's unique skill of whistling. Although he hadn't spent much time with Li Zhaokun, he probably had some talent in this area. He ate louder than Yang Huai and more rhythmically than Li Pei.
Fang Qiong quickened her pace as Li Lan trailed behind her, whistling even louder than before.
She turned around and shouted angrily, "You rascal!"
"Thank you for the compliment." Li Lan smiled. "I'm a rascal, I'm proud of myself."
Fang Qiong said, "I never knew you were such a shameless person. I'm so naive, so stupid, and so naive. If I knew you were like this, I wouldn't have bothered to talk to you. "
"No matter what, you're right," Li Lan said. "Then tell me, what should I do?"
Fang Qiong said, "You should treat me to a restaurant as an apology."
Li Lan asked, "Do you want me to watch a movie?"
"Why would you be so nice?"
Li Lan said, "Do I look like someone who needs money?"
"You're just a rich man." Fang Qiong turned around and snorted.
As they walked along the winding mountain path, they heard the sound of children playing and chasing each other. The two paths converged at this point.
The women yelled at the unruly children from time to time. Some of the disobedient children chased after them and slapped their butts. The children's cries pierced through the clouds, followed by the laughter of the others.
Li Lan felt a different kind of interest in this place.
The old aunty's basket was full of food. Li Lan walked over and took it from her.
The old aunty said, "Let's go back. This is enough for two meals."
Li Lan did not know the way back, so he followed behind her. Fang Qiong was nowhere to be seen.
As soon as he got home, He Long came back with a shotgun on one shoulder and two pheasants in each hand before he could even warm up the stool.
"Look, I'm in luck." He Long waved the pheasant's neck in front of Li Lan. "I shot it down before it could even move. It's just bad luck. I'll just give it a ride to the afterlife. Let me cook and test my cooking skills. "
The pheasant's feathers were covered in blood. Li Lan did not have the heart to look at it. He mumbled, "Is it even two pounds? It's so skinny."
He Long said, "What do you know? Wild game is all about taste. Don't worry, I'll fill you up with a big bowl."
He threw the pheasant on the ground and walked to the back of the house with the gun. He stuffed the gun directly into the pile of dry wood. He casually searched the pile of wood, and the gun was nowhere to be found.
He clapped his hands in satisfaction and picked up a pile of firewood. He placed it on the stove in front of the house and poured half a pot of water into the pot.
Li Lan lit the fire and added more firewood. After a while, bubbles began to rise from the pot.
He did not have much experience, so he added more firewood. The water boiled, but the fire was still strong. He quickly scooped out some cold water and put out half of the fire, leaving only a few sparks.
He Long put the pheasant into the pot and poured some hot water over it. Ignoring the heat, he began to pluck the chicken's feathers.
The younger brother of the Fang family's son-in-law was Fang Laoliu. He walked over and smiled. "Long, you didn't become the owner of this restaurant for nothing."
He Long said, "What owner? I'm just a lousy cook."
Most of the restaurant owners used to be chefs. When he first came to Jing City, he made a name for himself with his skills in roasting mutton.
Fang Laoliu said, "Nowadays, Chief Lin flies all over the place. Don't play with guns. It's not a joke if you get caught."
He Long said, "Ah, don't worry. It's not that fun anymore. I used to carry a gun for a whole day. Now that I'm old, I'm getting lazy. I can't do it anymore."
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