"Doctor Cheng, you..." Xiang Xi reacted quickly and immediately understood what Cheng Boyan was going to do. He was anxious and patted the car window and shouted, "Doctor Cheng! Brother Cheng! Brother Cheng! Uncle Cheng! What are you doing!"

"Do you think your dad can be happy to see you like this? You said you are eighteen years old, right? You have hands and feet, you are not stupid or stupid..." Cheng Boyan slowly pressed his phone, raised his eyes and looked at him, "It looks quite smart..."

"Thank you uncle... no, thank you brother," Xiang Xi smiled flatteringly and continued to pat the car window, "Let me go this time. If you want to call the police, I will be arrested. What should my dad do? No one has delivered him food!"

"Let your mother give it to you." Cheng Boyan said.

"I don't have a mother!" Xiang Xi raised his voice and shouted.

Cheng Boyan stopped the movement in his hand, turned his head and looked at him without saying a word.

"I haven't seen my mother before! I don't know where I went!" Xiang Xi shouted and said a few more words, bit his lip twice, and his voice lowered, "I don't know... I probably ran away."

Cheng Boyan still didn't say anything, but he didn't continue to work on his phone, just staring at him silently.

"Let me tell you the truth. Brother, I'm not here specifically today. I was chased by... the creditor. Four or five people chased me. If I don't want to make a mistake, I will definitely be beaten to death..." Xiang Xi looked up at the intersection, suddenly jumped in the car, pointed to the corner in the front right, and yelled and slapped the window: "It's them! Did you see it! They're chasing me!"

Cheng Boyan frowned and looked in the direction he pointed, and saw four people standing at the intersection looking around, two of them carrying a stick-like thing in their hands.

"I didn't lie to you," Xiang Xi fell down in the back seat, "Brother, I'm really useless."

Just as I was about to speak again, my phone rang. Xiang Xi took it out and took a look. It was a steamed bun.

"Don't come over," he answered the phone immediately, "Don't come over, just wait for me in Donglin Supermarket. I'm going to face the donkey... It's okay... I'll come over to find you later."

Cheng Boyan felt that Zhan Hongtu was quite split. The tone of his previous speech was completely different from the tone of his current voice facing the phone, and it was like a different person.

"Your friend is coming?" he asked.

"I didn't let them come. If they couldn't escape, they would have to be stewed in one pot," Zhan Hongtu still lay on the back seat. "Brother, Dr. Cheng, I'll leave after lying for a while, and I'll leave after they left."

Cheng Boyan pulled his collar, and the wind was getting even more intense. He opened the car door and got in, and started the car: "Where is Donglin Supermarket?"

"Just come over there, ten minutes, the small rice dumplings inside are very delicious." After the car drove, Zhan Hongtu sat up, "I'll treat you to the rice dumplings."

"No need, save some money," Cheng Boyan looked at him from the rearview mirror. "Your leg has just been removed, right? You can continue the work of plastering up and down after running again."

Zhan Hongtu laughed twice and didn't say anything again.

Donglin Supermarket is not big, crowded among a bunch of shops. Cheng Boyan passes by here every time he goes to his grandma's house, and never notices that there is a small supermarket here.

Zhan Hongtu got out of the car, closed the car door and bowed to him: "Brother, thank you."

Cheng Boyan said nothing else, sighed and waved.

There were two people standing on the street at the entrance of the supermarket. One of them saw Zhan Hongtu get off the car and immediately ran over limply.

Zhan Hongtu and his friends, the bad boy styles are very common in the chaotic old city. Cheng Boyan rarely sees the last time.

Turning the car around and driving towards grandma's house, he turned on the music in the car and turned on the sound.

My dad was always worried that my grandmother lived here alone and wanted to buy a house for her grandmother in the middle area, but the old lady refused to move, saying that she would die if she lived there for a lifetime.

Fortunately, my uncle's house is in the next building and he can still take care of him.

Cheng Boyan parked his car downstairs and squeezed it together with a bunch of large, small, three-wheeled batteries. The chaotic scenes would make him feel that his car would be smashed when he came downstairs.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the fragrance. Grandma was frying the chicken legs. Although he had said before that he should not cook any more, Grandma still made it.

"Don't you tell me to stop doing it? I've eaten it." Cheng Boyan put the bunch of New Year's goods he brought to the table.

"Baby grandson comes here, can she not do it?" the old aunt leaned against the kitchen door and said with a smile, "Xiao Yu said she wanted to eat but she didn't fry it."

"That's it! I have nothing to eat! My grandmother is partial!" A fat guy rushed out of the inner room.

When Cheng Boyan saw him, he was immediately upset and turned around and hid in the kitchen.

Cheng Xuanyu is the grandson of his uncle. Now he stays here every day during the winter vacation. He has become a mound of soil in the second grade of elementary school. He only has two things to eat and play in his mind every day. When Cheng Boyan sees him, he wants to smoke and must hide.

"Don't do too much," Cheng Boyan looked at his grandmother's fried chicken legs with a happy look on his face. "I've had a lot of supper tonight, but it's still stuck."

"Is it still a mess to eat the hungry meal that your mother gave you?" Grandma tsks a few times, "You are really easy to support."

"I made my sweet and sour pork ribs today." Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Isn't it delicious?" Grandma glanced at him.

"...Yes, it's very unpalatable." Cheng Boyan nodded.

"Your sweet and sour pork ribs are not even salted, can they be delicious? What a shame, five grams of salt a day... plus your skills," Grandma shook her head, "I will eat chicken legs to replenish them later, but I don't put salt on the chicken legs."

"Half a bottle of soy sauce is marinated, isn't that salt?" Cheng Boyan smiled for a long time.

"Do you eat?" Grandma glared at him.

"Eat, eat!" said Cheng Boyan.

"I'll eat too!" Cheng Xuanyu rushed into the kitchen and slapped Cheng Boyan on the leg, "Don't steal my name!"

Cheng Boyan grabbed his hand and looked at it. He made black, white, yellow and gray with no idea where he made one hand. He was upset and disgusted and disgusted: "You're playing with shit, you!"

"What are you talking about, Bo Yan!" the old aunt said with some dissatisfaction.

"Go and wash your hands!" Cheng Boyan pulled Cheng Xuanyu and pushed him to the edge of the pool.

"I won't wash!" Cheng Xuanyu struggled and wanted to turn his head and run away while shouting.

Cheng Boyan grabbed his collar and stopped moving. He twisted it for a long time and was still in place. So he closed his eyes and started to slap: "I won't wash or wash, I won't wash or wash..."
Chapter completed!