Chapter 22 Cheongsam
After the fat man finished the work in the kitchen, he picked up the tools and jingled to finish the rest of the repair work in the studio that had mostly been tidied up.
He took a screwdriver he found from somewhere and tightened several loose screws on the vertical clothes hanger one by one, and then gently tapped the interface with a hammer to make it tighter.
Finally, another circle of black insulating tape was wrapped around it.
While the fat man was shaking the clothes hanger to see if it was still shaking, he suddenly found a piece of blue clothes hanging in the middle of the clothes hanger.
You can't even spot it if you don't look carefully.
Pushing aside the clothes nearby, he was surprised to find that it was actually a blue cheongsam.
Stand collar, short sleeves, silk material, excellent workmanship.
There are also several peony-style embroideries on it, which are obviously expensive. If you get closer, you can smell an elegant fragrance.
This is undoubtedly a woman's dress.
Fatty instantly became energetic.
At this time, the sound of footsteps was heard on the stairs. A few seconds later, Jiang Cheng came down with a large bucket of clothes.
I happened to bump into a fat man with a strange face.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Cheng held the bucket, and the clothes in the bucket were almost overflowing, so he could only tilt his head and look at the fat man.
"Doctor," the fat man exclaimed, "I found a cheongsam on your hanger!"
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng frowned.
"Blue, the thighs are so spread out!" He gestured with both hands, as if he had discovered a new world.
There is no malice. Everything in Jiangcheng is new and mysterious to Fatty. It is like the pleasure of accidentally spying on other people's secrets.
Jiang Cheng’s expression began to turn solemn, which made Fatty even more satisfied. He was used to being choked by Jiang Cheng, and finally allowed him to win the game.
He suddenly began to look forward to Jiang Cheng’s explanation.
"Is there only one piece?" Jiang Cheng put down the big bucket of clothes and grabbed it casually, "No, there should be a pink close-fitting one and a white tasseled shawl." Jiang Cheng raised his head, stared at the fat man and asked: " Look for it again."
Fat Man: "? ?"
Then Jiang Cheng turned the bucket of clothes upside down, and the Fat Man was stunned for a moment, and then his pupils suddenly dilated.
If Pi Ruan shattered his three views, this scene now crushed the three views that Fatty had barely put together into powder.
After the bucket was turned over, all the clothes inside rolled out. The fat man took a cursory glance and found that most of the clothes belonged to women, and there were all kinds of clothes. An ordinary cheongsam like this did not fit at all. Nothing.
Only then did Fatty suddenly realize what kind of person he was facing.
He underestimated Jiang Cheng after all. He did not expect that he could not only bring about a simple love between a man like Pi Ruan and a rich woman, but he could also be so loving that he would feed a tiger with his body.
"Why don't you speak?" Jiang Cheng asked.
The fat man took a deep breath, silently returned the clothes on the hanger to their original positions, and blocked the cheongsam. Then he looked at Jiang Cheng, "Doctor, I think I opened it the wrong way. Or the world is crazy."
Jiang Cheng said with a serious face: "I think you may have misunderstood. These clothes do not belong to the people you imagined. I am not Pi Ruan. I have myself. principles.”
The fat man covered his face and said to himself, doctor, please shut up.
But these words could not be said after all. The fat man calmed down his mood and asked: "Whose clothes are these?"
He paused, as if realizing When he realized something, his face became much better in an instant, "It's the doctor's girlfriend, right?" After saying this, the fat man suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
Actually, this is the most normal and reasonable answer. What are you thinking about every day?
To be fair, Jiang Cheng looks very good. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, he looks like a normal person.
And a respectable and decent job.
“No,” Jiang Cheng shook his head, “They belong to my landlord. She is also my boss. She left these clothes here.”
The fat man trembled and looked Xiang Jiangcheng's eyes changed drastically, and he suddenly felt that the whole world was not good.
The fat man walked to the door alone, then opened the door, silently took out a cigarette and lit it, holding it in his mouth, his eyes were empty and confused.
Jiang Cheng turned around and saw the fat man's melancholy and confused half of his face. That face was full of stories.
"Fat man," Jiang Cheng said very naturally, "I can smell the aroma of the ribs. Check to see if they are ready."
Hearing this, the fat man threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and walked into the kitchen. He passed by Jiang Cheng He stood for a few seconds and moved his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.
After a while, the aroma of meat came. The fat man came over with a piece of cloth and a steaming soup pot. Jiang Cheng put a piece of cloth on the table in advance.
The soup pot was placed squarely on the cloth, and then the fat man brought out a plate of hot and sour potato cubes and two large bowls of rice. (End of this chapter)