The Monster I Was Redeemed

at dusk.

Ai Liang left the hotel with the novel in between.

After leaving Xia Qiyuan and Gao Bin, he returned to the hotel where he first stayed.

And read the novel here for a whole afternoon.

Anyway, it's past twelve o'clock noon, and today's room fee can't be refunded. It happened that Ai Liang was looking for a place where she could read novels quietly, so she made the best use of everything, and she could go through the check-out procedures when she left.

Ai Liang was walking on a street that was still somewhat unfamiliar.

The sun went down, and all the ghosts and snakes woke up.

The street became lively, and the scene felt a little familiar to him.

Ten years ago, it was the same in Nevada City. At night, there were active social youths who danced, skated, played sand, and fought against dragons.

However, Qianhua Market has not been so chaotic yet. Most of the people who go out to hang out are still student parties. They are just enjoying the free nights of the summer vacation.

Ai Liang walked into the supermarket and planned to stock up on some commonly used melons, fruits, meat and eggs.

After recovering his sense of taste, in addition to reading books, he has more hobbies like food.

Ai Liang, who has nothing to do, prefers to cook by himself rather than eating out, so that he can not only pass the time, but also fine-tune the meals according to his own taste.

When passing by the bedding area, Ai Liang glanced subconsciously.

It seems that Ye Qing has already got off work.

There was no one there at this time.

Ai Liang retracted her gaze and started to wander around the fruits and vegetables area, picking from left to right, and before she knew it, there were a lot of ingredients in the shopping cart.

"Please weigh a pound of wing roots."

Ai Liang stood in the meat area and said to the staff.

The person in charge of the meat is an old aunt in her forties. After seeing Ai Liang's appearance, she was surprised: "Please wait... Hey, aren't you Xiaoqing's boyfriend?"

What the hell is a boyfriend?

"Me and Ye Qing are just neighbors."

Ai Liang explained calmly.

"Oh, don't come. The matter between you and Xiaoqing has long been spread in the supermarket. Xiaoqing is very vigilant. How could he go shopping with strangers in the supermarket."

The aunt showed her aunt's smile and waved at Ai Liang: "I'm helping you pick sheets and quilts, and I'm buying seasonings with you. Have you already started living together?"

"...It's really just a neighbor." Ai Liang felt that it would be useless even if she repeatedly denied it.

Once these gossip aunts decide something, they won't believe it no matter how much you deny it.

"Okay, it's a neighbor."

Auntie smiled and put on a big bag of wing roots. In her opinion, the two of them are still young and their skin is relatively thin. It is normal that this kind of thing will not be easily admitted.

"Well, I only need a pound."

Looking at the plastic bag handed over, Ai Liang repeated her needs again.

Such a large package of wing roots, even if you don't measure it with your hands, you can see that it is definitely more than one kilogram, at least five or six kilograms.

"These chicken wings will be processed in two days. I originally planned to divide them into Xiaoqing. Who knew she would be gone after work."

Auntie said cheerfully: "Don't worry, the price is still at the price of a pound."

Ai Liang took the wing root and put it into the cart: "Thank you, I will give it to her when I go back."

"Hey, thank you, it turns out that when I'm too busy by myself, Xiaoqing basically comes over to fight. If you want to thank her, it should be me thanking her."

...

Ai Liang left the supermarket with a large bag and returned home.

Putting vegetables and the like in the refrigerator, he looked at the large packet of wing roots in the bag.

After thinking about it for five seconds, Ai Liang decided to do it all before giving it to Ye Qing.

After all, she can buy five or six kilograms of things with one pound of money, and it all depends on her face.

Just now it's dinner time,

Just do it.

Ai Liang cut the wing root in half from the middle, put it in a container, and then added a small spoon of salt, a spoon of white pepper, a tablespoon of soy sauce and a spoon of oil.

After using the power of mind to grasp the seasoning evenly, cover with plastic wrap and marinate for 20 minutes.

Then Ai Liang took out the bottled honey from the refrigerator, mixed a bowl of honey water, and cut a little ginger.

The preparations were done, and while the chicken wings were being marinated, Ai Liang went to the balcony to put away the clothes washed in the morning.

"You're back, have you eaten yet?"

Ai Liang took the T-shirt and looked around. Ye Qing was wearing the white T-shirt that morning, and was lying on the table on the balcony playing with her mobile phone. The fan beside her was whirring, constantly tugging at her hair.

"Not yet... how about you?" Ai Liang asked back.

"It didn't take long." Ye Qing replied with her chin resting on the table, tilting her head.

Ai Liang, who was suddenly accosted, held her clothes, and it was inconvenient to leave directly like this.

"Why are you playing with your phone here? It's more comfortable in the house."

"Of course it's because the sun has set and it's cool outside. It's like a stuffy stove inside."

Ye Qing's tone had a hint of laziness, as if she had just woken up, lying on the mat awake as an orange cat.

"The living room is not ventilated. Turning on the air conditioner can only cool down for a while. When the air conditioner is turned off, it turns into an oven. Moreover, the air conditioner also charges extra electricity. Sometimes I keep the air conditioner on when I am comfortable. By the end of the month, the electricity bill is heartbreaking."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ai Liang always felt that Ye Qing's attitude towards him seemed to be a lot softer.

During the chat, he noticed the variety show on Ye Qing's mobile phone and asked, "Do you like watching variety shows?"

"It's alright. When I was in the orphanage, I watched TV shows all the time. If I didn't want to watch it, there was nothing else to watch. I got used to it over time."

Ai Liang didn't know how to answer after hearing this.

It’s like everyone is discussing that my family and I went to a certain place in the summer vacation, and suddenly you say that my parents died in a car accident, and I have been working for the tuition all summer vacation.

Perfect end to the topic.

But Ye Qing didn't care, and she quickly changed the subject.

"You said that now that smartphones are so popular, what is the role of TVs? It seems that only children who are illiterate and some middle-aged and elderly people watch TV, right? It's like the TV in the living room, which was moved from me to Starting here, I haven't driven it five times in total."

"In order to push some social news, after all, if you don't open specific software on your phone, it won't play news by itself."

Ai Liang saw that Ye Qing was not embarrassed, and didn't mind chatting with her for a few more words, anyway, the chicken wings had not been marinated yet.

"It makes sense, but it's a pity, I still turn on the phone instead of the TV. It consumes power and I don't have any programs I want to watch. I have to pay for it every year. It's basically useless except that I can use the screen to watch more comfortably. Don't play games."

Ye Qing is not very fond of TV sets. In her opinion, this is a large mobile phone with limited functions.

"The elimination of TV sets cannot be accomplished overnight. After all, many people are engaged in related occupations. Even if the income of TV sets is gradually reduced, the sudden stop of production will still have a huge impact on the industrial economy."

Ai Liang analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of the TV industry very rationally.

"... When you guys are chatting, do you always like to talk about the society? How can you talk about the industrial economy when you are chatting? I don't understand."

Ye Qing couldn't help but complain.

She leaned half of her face against the table, tilted her head and looked at Ai Liang, looking a little cute.