Wen Miao opened the plastic bag, held the fried chicken one by one, and muttered seriously: "You one, I one, Nicholas one, I one, I one, I one, I one, OK, I'll divide it."

“…”

He Yin's milk tea buyer didn't know where to buy it. Wen Miao's box of fried chicken was eaten, but he hadn't seen him yet. When the second box of fried chicken was eaten, He Yin finally came late with four cups of drink.

Wen Miao approached the door and reached out to take it: "Did you crawl there?"

"No." He Yin took off the packaging bag hooked on his fingers and rubbed the red and deep indentation marks on his fingertips. "I went on a shared bicycle."

In the cold weather, he was so hot that he was sweating all over.

"There should be a milk tea shop on this street?" Lin Er casually pulled a napkin and asked with a puzzled look, "Why are you riding a shared bicycle so close?"

"There are too many people here, and I can't get the number." He Yin explained, "There are still people who always join me. I was angry and rode a bicycle to buy it somewhere else."

"You bought it for half an hour?"

This place is close to the city square, and there is also a Wanda Mall nearby, which is a relatively lively business district. There are shops selling milk tea everywhere. If he pedals for half an hour, he can pedal out of the first ring of Yunzhong District, Jiangzhou.

"No, I rode for seven or eight minutes and found a milk tea seller." He Yin wiped the sweat from his forehead with a napkin, then rolled the napkin into a ball, threw it into the trash can at the corner of the table, and said while sitting, "But after I bought the milk tea, I found that the shared bicycle at my parking door disappeared."

“…”

"I can only walk back, ride my bike for seven or eight minutes, and I have to walk twenty minutes when I come back." He Yin grabbed his hair, as if he was still lamenting his sudden disappearance of the shared bicycle.

"Fuck, I'm really convinced. I can't even hold shared bicycles in this city. What can I use to keep love?"

"You don't have to guard it." Wen Miao inserted the straw without raising his head, pushed his lemonade in front of him, calmly interrupting his forty-five degrees of sadness, "You don't even have love, so why should you guard it?"

He Yin: "..."

Fuck, it hurts my friend.

Wen Miao - a counter-pretentious expert, specializing in treating young pain literature patients. The more sick you are, the more obvious the effect.

In addition to bringing back four drinks, He Yin also bought a bag of crispy puffs.

There was not enough space on the table, so Xie Yan stacked up the empty dishes. He Yin held the puffs from the plastic bag while looking at the fried chicken bought by Wen Miao: "Mao Ye, you can eat fried chicken, you can drink milk tea, you can bite puffs, you can bite puffs, you can bite puffs, you can 90 kilograms--"

"I'm eighty kilograms." Wen Miao said calmly, biting the straw.

He Yin: "..."

Well, he shut up.

Because He Yin came back late, they didn't move most of the things on the table. When He Yin came back, they ate together. Wen Miao was hungry and finished the fried chicken that he didn't like.

They are all familiar people, and they don’t care so much, let alone be polite. After He Yin sat down, several people picked up their chopsticks one after another.

"Is this restaurant Shaxian snack?" He Yin is a chatterbox and does not delay his conversation when eating. "When I talk about this Shaxian snack, I suddenly remembered something."

"Hmm?" Wen Miao lowered his head and poked the fried rice cake. He had no time to look up at him, and only responded in ambiguous manner.

"At the time when the second year of high school started, our school held a counterpart assistance event, and the one who donated books to Yingjisha County. I am still puzzled. Isn't Shaxian quite rich? Why do we still need to show our love? Look, this Shaxian snack is open all over the country."

Wen Miao: "..."

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan: “…”

As soon as He Yin's words came out, the atmosphere on the whole table became quiet.

The three of them stopped eating at the same time and looked up at him in unison, with different expressions.

"What do you think of me? Did I say the wrong thing?" He Yin was confused by the three of them, so he tilted his head and looked at the stamp on the wall, and became even more confused. "I'm not saying it wrong. Isn't this restaurant a Shaxian snack?"

Wen Miao: "..."

Liner: “…”

Xie Yan: “…”

The three of them were silent again.

After a long quiet time, Xie Yan finally put down the ceramic spoon in his hand and explained tactfully: "The Sha County you are talking about is from Fujian, and the Yingjisha County is from Xinjiang. These two are not the same place."

"Ah?" He Yin was shocked, "Isn't Yingjisha County Sha County?"

Xie Yan: "No."

Xie Yan carefully considered the words and said, "You made a mistake in your sentence, not Yingji, Sha County, Yingjisha, County."

Wen Miao swallowed the rice cake he was biting and nodded, "This Yingjisha County is rich in badan wood fruit, which is quite famous."

He Yin still had that surprised expression on his face, and after a while, he said, "Fuck, I thought it was Shaxian, the one that Shaxian was the one that was snacking in Shaxian, turned out to be not the same place."

"Of course not." Lin Er looked up at him and asked again, "Have you ever heard a song? There is Yingjisha's knife here, and there is the laughter of Xinjiang people here-"

Wen Miao naturally continued the second half: "The pilaf buns here, the fragrant roasted lamb, one person said it was OK to eat it."

He Yin: "...No, I really haven't heard of it."

"There is another song that also mentions Yingjisha."

"Which song?"

Liner recalled the tone and sang along the memory: "The fragrant pear, grape, cantaloupe, the knife of Yingjisha is shaking."

Wen Miao continued the second half: "Piggrice, barbecue, noodles, you are so greedy that you are drooling."

After singing, the two of them raised their hands at the same time, and their palms were facing the palms, and they slapped their palms in the air.

Full score in tacit understanding, perfect partner.

He Yin was still singing the melody he had just heard: "Why do I feel like this song has a scent of grilled lamb skewers?"

"Song of Xinjiang." Wen Miao suspected that this hippo might not have any brains when he went out today. The popular science about Yingjisha County by classmate Nicholas just now wasted. "Isn't the grilled lamb kebab there quite famous?"

"This song is called "Xinjiang Yao"." Lin Er took over his boyfriend's job and continued to popularize the science with He Yin, "Of course we have to reflect the customs and customs of Xinjiang."

"..." He Yin felt that he seemed particularly ignorant against the backdrop of the three of them. He was a little depressed, "How come you all know this?"

Wen Miao glanced at him and did not give him face: "It's not that we all know, but that you are too ignorant."

“…”
Chapter completed!