Chapter 6
Shen Chi stared at the screen.
Does he have to say his real name when ordering a virtual girlfriend? But he still didn't say anything, and squatted back on the table.
[Asia's no1. Gun God] Shen Chi
He didn't receive any message after.
Playing games on the computer for a day was too exhausting. He held the phone and unconsciously fell asleep.
In September, the night wind in the border town was wrapped in the autumn chill, and the teenager huddled himself, with thick eyelashes hanging down. His appearance was more docile than that in the daytime, but it's still cold.
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The next day, Shen Chi woke up very early.
He received a text message.
– Your mother and I are busy with your grandfather's business, and will not be back until tomorrow, so take care of yourself, close the doors and windows at night, and remember to lock the door.
He pursed his lips, his hand stopped at the callback interface, but finally gave up and turned off the phone.
He walked to the kitchen connected to the living room and opened the refrigerator that was cramped in the corner.
There were eggplants and greens in the fresh room, and frozen meat in the freezer, so he thought for a moment and took the ingredients out.
He had never cooked before, but he had seen the maids do it.
It shouldn't be too difficult.
With that in mind, he washed the eggplant and greens carefully and rustily picked up a kitchen knife and cut them on the counter.
Although they came out in big and small pieces, he cut a plate full of them, enough to fill him up.
After finishing the vegetables, his eyes went to the frozen meat, which was covered with a layer of ice and dripping wet on the side of the kitchen counter.
It was to be heated and melted, right?
He found the iron pot and carefully twisted the switch.
He poured a layer of oil into it, and as the temperature rose the hot oil boiled in the pot, he put the meat in, but the moment he put it in the pot, the hot oil splashed everywhere.
He doesn't know what he did wrong. When the teenager looked at the crackling pot, his eyes showed obvious loss, and his reaction was slow by half a beat. He didn't turn off the fire until there was pain in his right hand.
The right hand was scalded by hot oil with a red mark, which appeared extraordinarily shocking because the skin was too white. There was a family doctor in the Shen family, and there was no one he could ask in the border town.
The teenager hesitated for a moment, endured the pain and opened the phone with his left hand.
[Asia's no.1 gun god] How to deal with burns?
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"Do you remember Adam?" Outside the lecture hall, a fellow boy wearing Givenchy said to Yan Xue Xiao.
"When I first mentioned structuralism, I was eloquent. When I talked about religion, he shouted that God was dead. Now the blockchain has become a constant problem."
His tone of speech is full of ridicule, which obviously despises this kind of behavior.
"Different personal interests." Yan Xue Xiao said indifferently.
