The morning sun was shining brightly, and a ray of sunlight from outside the window shone on Jiang Cheng's butt.
That scorching feeling made Jiang Cheng toss and turn, and in the end, he jumped up from the bed, "Damn it …"
Putting on the shirt beside the table, Jiang Cheng walked out of the door in a threatening manner.
"Zhao Hai."
"Zhao Hai."
"Where did this damn Zhao Hai run off to?" Is he courting death? "
Jiang Cheng leaned against the wall and took out the Lie Fire lighter from his pocket.
Ka-cha …
The raging flame was really like a raging fire … It almost burnt Jiang Cheng's head.
Then, Jiang Cheng blew on it fiercely. Puchi, the fire was extinguished just like that.
After repeating this action a few times, Zhao Hai rushed over with a gust of wind, but suddenly, he ran too far …
Zhao Hai widened his eyes and ran in front of Jiang Cheng with small steps. He said kindly, "Jiang Cheng, what's going on?"
As Jiang Cheng's bodyguard, he had to wake up early. Most importantly, he had to wake up earlier than Jiang Cheng …
It was not easy to do this, because Zhao Hai could not control Jiang Cheng, an unknown variable.
The only thing Zhao Hai could do was to "absolutely" wake up earlier than Jiang Cheng. Even before the rooster crowed …
Jiang Cheng looked at the Lie Fire lighter in his hand and pouted, ignoring Zhao Hai for a long time.
He waited until his head was about to emit smoke, but Jiang Cheng still ignored him. This made him very restless.
As Jiang Cheng's bodyguard, there was another important thing, and that was to be as obedient as a monkey. He would not fight back when he was beaten or scolded.
You don't say, Zhao was able to do this.
Zhao Hai's face was flushed with anger. It could be said that the buttocks of monkeys in the zoo were rosy and red.
But no matter how angry he was, he could only curse Jiang Cheng in his heart and could not do anything else …
"Here, this is for you." Jiang Cheng suddenly threw the lighter in his hand to Zhao Hai, then turned around and walked away.
Zhao Hai was like a fool, being played like a monkey by Jiang Cheng.
However, Zhao Hai still needed to endure. For the sake of this bodyguard job, he must learn to endure, tolerate, and even forcibly endure.
In this aspect, Zhao Hai had already reached an unparalleled level. He had also learned the highest level of forbearance. Moreover, he had used it to perfection.
Following Jiang Cheng's footsteps, Zhao Hai walked up.
Jiang Cheng stood in front of the sofa. After a smooth turn, his body suddenly became weak, and his whole body collapsed with a loud bang.
"Cool."
Cool my ass, Zhao Hai thought. Then, he also sat on the sofa.
"What plan do you have?" Zhao Hai asked.
"Grave Thief?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Yes."
Jiang Cheng turned over and sat up straight.
When the topic of Grave Thief was mentioned, looking at his actions, he felt that he was very excited.
"I'm going to let Grave Thief pledge allegiance to our Lung Hing Society. What do you think?"
"I don't think it's of any use! The key is what is Grave Thief thinking? Does he want to join? "
Jiang Cheng scratched his head and said, "I'm just asking for your opinion first. If you agree with me, then we'll go and convince Grave Thief."
"Tsk …" A mocking smile rose from the corner of Zhao Hai's mouth. "Do you think he will be easily convinced by you?"
"How will you know if you don't try?"
Whenever someone refuted his suggestion, Jiang Cheng would use his golden phrase, "How will you know if you don't try?"
This could be said to be a hundred times a hundred times, and it had never failed. It was the same this time. Zhao Hai was instantly speechless.
"Up to you …"
Zhao Hai turned over and sat up from the soft sofa. A breeze carrying dust floated into Zhao Hai's eyes.
Zhao Hai blinked and said, "If you, Jiang Cheng, can succeed, then I, Zhao Hai, will write my name backwards."
"Okay, that's what you said. It's a deal."
Looking at Jiang Cheng's confident look, Zhao Hai was a little hesitant.
After all, this name was given to him by his parents. How could he write it backwards just because he said so?
As the old saying goes, "The body, hair, and skin are given by the parents. Not daring to damage them is the beginning of filial piety." So we should cherish the things left by our parents.
Obviously, this name was also left to him by Zhao Hai's parents.
This was the luckiest time in this unlucky child's life. Zhao Hai was born in the hospital, but his mother died because of dystocia …
Then his father also passed away because of sadness.
But fortunately, Zhao Hai's parents had thought of a name for Zhao Hai before he was born. The boy was named "Zhao Hai". The reason was very simple. With the breadth of mind of the sea, it would be much easier to do things outside …
If he was born a girl, then it would be Zhao Ying. This name actually didn't have any meaning. If one had to use one, it was true. Zhao Hai's grandmother was named Zhao Hai Ying …
Zhao Hai quickly changed his previous agreement. He retorted, "If it doesn't work, write your name backwards, Jiang Cheng."
"Write my name backwards?" Jiang Cheng chuckled. He thought to himself, "This Zhao Hai is quite smart. He can put the blame on me."
"Well, it's a deal. If you, Jiang Cheng, can't deal with Grave Thief, write your name backwards."
"I'm too lazy to make such a boring bet with you. I'm going to eat."
Leaving the sofa, Jiang Cheng threw himself into the kitchen.
Zhao Hai stood at the door of the kitchen leisurely and smiled. "Jiang Cheng, you don't dare to make a bet with me, Zhao Hai?"
"You're really a coward …"
Listening to Zhao Hai's provocation, Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him.
The salmon in his hand had just been taken out of the refrigerator. It needed to be thawed first before it could be put into the pot.
Jiang Cheng cleverly thought of a good way to thaw it. Rub …
The oldest method was not necessarily useless. Jiang Cheng decided to give it a try, especially when there was no hot water.
He put the salmon flat on the table. The smooth and clean table could minimize the damage to the palm caused by the friction.
Rub, rub, rub …
Jiang Cheng sped up. Rub, rub, rub …
At this time, if Jiang Cheng was holding a rolling pin in his hand, the dough would have been kneaded by Jiang Cheng …
"Hey!"
Zhao Hai held the hot water in one hand. After shouting, he went straight to Jiang Cheng's direction.
"You don't want to use the hot water?"
"Oh."
Jiang Cheng pretended to be indifferent and reached out to take the hot water.
Pa …
Zhao Hai's other free hand struck fiercely, catching Jiang Cheng off guard.
"Wear gloves, or you'll get burned."
"Oh."
Jiang Cheng still pretended to be indifferent, and then picked up the gloves on the hook next to him.
He's really cheeky … Zhao Hai thought confidently, but he didn't dare to say it in front of Jiang Cheng.
After taking the hot water, Jiang Cheng's movements began to speed up.
The salmon went into the water.
It rolled for three minutes.
He scooped it out with a spoon, drizzled it with the pre-mixed sauce, with nuts and a small cup of soy milk.
Jiang Cheng's breakfast was done …
Satisfied, Jiang Cheng carried his breakfast and prepared to leave the kitchen. He smiled and glanced at Zhao Hai. His eyes seemed to be conveying such a message to him, "Hehe, I found breakfast …"
"Wait." Zhao Hai stopped Jiang Cheng sharply when Jiang Cheng was about to leave.
"Where's my breakfast?"
"Didn't you always make your own breakfast?"
"Who said that? It's always Britney who helps me.
I don't need to make breakfast myself. "
"Then go find Britney! Why do you look for me! "
"But …" Zhao Hai muttered, wanting to speak but not daring to speak.
Zhao Hai was guilty, because he remembered what Britney told him when she left this morning, "Zhao Hai, you make breakfast yourself today. Jiang Cheng usually makes breakfast himself, so you have to learn how to make breakfast. "
Even Britney asked Zhao Hai to make breakfast himself. What reason did he have to ask Jiang Cheng to help him …
Then, Zhao Hai threw himself into the kitchen, and Jiang Cheng went to the sofa to enjoy his delicious food.
In the blink of an eye, before Jiang Cheng's butt was even warm, Zhao Hai came out.
Zhao Hai carried a plate of food and walked to the sofa next to Jiang Cheng.
The dark food on the plate proved that Zhao Hai's first time in the kitchen ended in failure, but Zhao Hai still walked with a smile, not taking the food he had ruined seriously.
"Can this still be eaten?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Damn, it stinks."
In the middle of the conversation, Jiang Cheng's slow nose caught a pungent smell.
This smell made Jiang Cheng throw away the unfinished kernel in his hand and rush out of the door.
"Do you need to be so excited? Isn't it just a little dark? " Zhao Hai said indifferently. When he saw the food on the plate, he couldn't help but murmur, "I didn't pay attention, it's really dark."
Zhao Hai took a piece of burnt bread from the plate and slowly put it into his mouth.
When he was about to put it in, Zhao Hai suddenly closed his mouth when there was only a centimeter left.
Damn, it's disgusting.
Zhao Hai threw things into the hall as if it was a giant trash can.
He noticed something that he hadn't noticed before. Jiang Cheng actually had more food …
Leftovers …
"Then I won't stand on ceremony …" A treacherous expression suddenly appeared at the corner of Zhao Hai's mouth. He grabbed three pieces of salmon with one hand.
There was a piece of salmon between each of his fingers. Zhao Hai ate one piece at a time. Before he finished chewing, another piece was put into his mouth.
Only when a kind of food was particularly delicious, he didn't have time to finish chewing and hurriedly swallowed another bite …
It seemed that Jiang Cheng's salmon was really good. Zhao Hai also ate with relish …
“
This stinky Zhao Hai, what kind of garbage food did he make? Damn. "Jiang Cheng went out of the room to take a breath of fresh air and returned to the hall again.
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