After returning with the bucket, Wu Daguang noticed the old man's kitchen affairs, pots and pans are essential, but even if you have money, you can't change it. He used grinding stones for hand-made tofu, stone pots for making soup, and a small stove for only rural areas.

"Old man, guys are doing very well." Wu Daguang touched the stone pot and polished it very smoothly.

"Don't mess it up for me. I just have such a little hobby. I'm fiddling with every chopstick in my kitchen."

"I haven't had dinner tonight, what should we eat?" Wu Daguang asked.

"Eat something, hot pot, close the door in the cold weather, and lit the stove, warm it up."

"No problem."

"I'll buy some vegetables for you." The old man took out a pen and wrote a page of paper from his apron pocket.

Wu Daguang sat on the chair, took out his elder brother and pushed it over to the second brother.

The other end of the phone answered quickly and quickly: "Brother Guang has any instructions?"

Wu Daguang: "Have you eaten?"

The second child: "I ate."

Wu Daguang: "Your mother asked me to bring you something, come and pick it up."

The second child: "Where, I'll go now."

Wu Daguang: "Over the Western Restaurant in the Food City."

The second child: "Okay, go now."

Wu Daguang: "Don't come here, eat hot pot at night. You can ride a motorcycle to the vegetable market and buy me some vegetables. There are a lot of dishes, so please take the notes to order."

Second brother: "I..."

Wu Daguang: "Are you ready? Buy some mutton rolls, lettuce..."

Guji Gujiuji said it, and the other end of the second child was recorded.

Half an hour later, the dick appeared at the entrance of the small restaurant with a large bag of things. There was also an inappropriate girl with him. The two of them looked like they had just been released from a mental hospital.

The second brother looked like a man and walked in step by step: "Brother Guang, look at this rhythm and took down the small restaurant. Brother, congratulations first."

The second child placed the dishes on the table and sat on a chair that was dissatisfied with dust, not even noticed it.

Wu Daguang reached out and couldn't help but twist the green wig on the dick's head, and praised him against his will in front of his girlfriend: "Handsome."

The second child thought he was handsome and scratched his hair. When he saw two big bags of things on the ground, he recognized them as his own bag: "That's what my mother asked you to bring. I don't have to open it to know that there are clothes inside."

"Your mother asked you to wear more clothes. I'll have something to do with you. The road is open. Your idle ingot is hurting now. Tomorrow you go with me to find a decoration store and decorate the store."

The second brother made an OK gesture: "No problem, but I went out and calculated my fortune."

Wu Daguang was puzzled.

"My buddy, you're not here to live." The second brother threw a key to Wu Daguang: "I'll withdraw it first if there's nothing else." He naturally hugged his girlfriend standing beside him.

Wu Daguang waved his hand: "Retreat."

The second child hugged his girlfriend and left in a slut. Just as he went out, Wu Daguang noticed that there was a row of syringes in his second daughter's bag. What a little girl did with a row of syringes, she didn't look like a person who was sick or ill.

After the second child walked away, the old man in the shop sighed: "The clothes of the young girls and men are becoming more and more incomprehensible, and the dog chains that tie the dog are hanging onto their bodies."

Wu Daguang didn't answer the conversation, and he was still thinking about the syringe in his mind. It's not his fault to think about it. The key is that the second child has always been a problematic teenager, and the friends he makes are all social gangsters. Anyone who sees that row of syringes will be suspicious.

The shop owner shook in front of Wu Daguang's eyes: "What are you thinking?"

Wu Daguang came back to his senses: "Is there anything I need to help?"

"No, I'm not used to asking someone to help me with cooking."

"Oh." Wu Daguang responded unintentionally.

The old man in the shop was very quick-witted. After a while, he raised the stove and a small pot, put the homemade hot pot base, and then served the dishes. The steaming hot pot started.

I didn’t drink and ate very quickly. After a simple talk about the rent, I just broke up.

It was dark very quickly in winter. Wu Daguang walked on the street. He wanted to call Wu Yali to ask her out, but Wu Daguang's mind kept flashing with the row of syringes.

Finally, Wu Daguang called, not to Wu Yali, but to the second son.

It was very noisy after the phone was connected. My second brother meant that he would have a party all night tonight, and he would go to the hotel with his girlfriend after the party. It was hard to say anything in the way he brought that conversation, but Wu Daguang asked him to go home on the grounds that his work problems affected the relationship between customers and merchants.

No matter how much the second child makes a fuss, he will not joke about his job. When Wu Daguang arrives at the rental house, the second child is already sitting on the sofa in the rental house waiting for him.

"Brother Guang, what's wrong?" The second brother was very anxious.

"No problem at work, I have something else to look for you." Wu Daguang closed the door and walked in.

The second brother wondered: "What's the matter?"

"What does your girlfriend do?"

"Salesperson."

"He..." What happened to the syringe in his bag? When it came to his mouth, Wu Daguang didn't know how to speak, and how he felt guilty of spying on other people's privacy.

"I'm just having fun with her, don't tell me."

"Do you take drugs?" Wu Daguang asked bluntly.

The dick paused for a moment and was surprised: "Drug? How could I touch that kind of thing?"

Wu Daguang noticed that the second child's eyes were dodging, and his suspicion became deeper: "Take off the coat and reveal his arms."

"Brother Guang, I..."

Wu Daguang interrupted the second child: "Don't forget to tell me."

The second brother took off his clothes obediently, but he refused to roll up his sleeves.

"Hurry up." Wu Daguang's face turned obviously cold.

The second child rolled up his right sleeve, his arm had no needle holes, and he rolled up his left sleeve, and only half of his sleeves looked like a thick piece of stroke.

Wu Daguang: "I can't go up any further, my clothes are thick."

The second child is not a left-handed person. He can roll up the sleeves of his right hand with his left hand, but he cannot roll up the sleeves of his left hand with his right hand. There is obviously something wrong with it.

Wu Daguang walked to his dick, and the dick sitting on the sofa subconsciously dodged for a moment. Wu Daguang grabbed the dick's arm and pulled the sleeve up hard. There were more than a dozen needle holes on the dick's left arm.

"Brother Guang, I..."

"You're so desperate." Wu Daguang roared suddenly.

"Brother Guang, I either suck or refresh myself." The second brother defended, but his tone was very small, and he probably couldn't convince him.

Wu Daguang was immediately angry and turned around and saw a few empty wine bottles on the coffee table. He picked up a wine bottle and raised his hand to smash it on the penis's forehead. He was about to fall, but the penis had already closed his eyes and caught the penis' bottle.

I saw the wine bottle rubbing against my dick's head and hitting my dick's left arm that was dissatisfied with the needle's eye. It shattered and did not cut her skin.
Chapter completed!