Rebirth of the Soft Rice King

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"Cousin, do you work here too?" The young man looked over and asked.

Fang Tian was taken aback, and said, "Yes."

"We are so happy to meet today, come, come, come to my house for dinner."

Without any explanation, the young man pulled him towards his house.

Along the way, Fang Tian found out from side-by-sides that this man was Shi Jun, his aunt's son, and he was 21 years old.

Entering the village in the city, Shi Jun pushed open the door of the rental house, and Fang Tian walked in.

With an area of ​​twenty square meters, it is clear at a glance that there is a bathroom, a big bed next to the bathroom, a bench, and a dining table next to the bed. In other words, you have to sit on the bed when you eat.

In the corner, there is a stove about two meters long, surrounded by some miscellaneous daily necessities, there is no extra space.

After Fang Tian walked in, there was almost no room to move around.

At this time, a middle-aged woman was standing in front of the stove, busy cooking.

"Mom, cousin is over for dinner." Shi Jun said to the woman.

The woman turned her head to look over, and when she saw Fang Tian, ​​she was overjoyed immediately, walked over quickly, and greeted: "Auntie, I haven't seen you for a long time, come here, sit down."

Fang Tian sat on the chair.

"Why did you come to my house today?" Auntie asked.

"I happened to meet Shi Jun in the factory, so I stopped by to have a look." Fang Tian smiled.

"Wait a minute, the rice is about to be cooked." The aunt said, walking towards the stove.

After taking a sip of tea, Fang Tian looked at Shi Jun and asked, "Cousin, how are you doing in the city?"

"Very good." Shi Jun laughed loudly: "Soon you will be able to buy a car and a house to win Bai Fumei!"

939 939 / My cousin who writes novels

"Son, how many times have I told you, don't brag about being a human being." The aunt said while cooking, "I don't know how much money you have in your account, 130 seven is almost fifty cents. You can't even afford a bicycle, and you say Buying a car or a house to win Bai Fumei, aren't you afraid of laughing to death?"

"Haha!" Shi Jun scratched his head and laughed awkwardly. "Mom, how can you expose my old background?"

Fang Tian looked around, the mother and son lived in a small rented room, how could the family situation be better?Marrying Bai Fumei must be nonsense.

The aunt wearing an orange apron came over with a plate, put a plate of vegetables on the table, looked at her son dissatisfied, and said, "One cannot be more down-to-earth."

A guest came over and fried two extra side dishes, making a total of three dishes.

A stack of spicy tofu, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of cucumber lean meat.

It was a very common household meal, but for Shi Jun's family, it was already very rich.

Aunt took off her apron, sat down, looked at Fang Tian and said with a smile, "Nephew, don't mind."

Fang Tian picked up the chopsticks and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter what you eat."

As soon as Shi Jun picked up the chopsticks, he started to gobble it up.

"Cousin, how is the Tamada factory? Is it good?" Fang Tian looked at him and asked.

Shi Jun works at the Tamada factory, let's find out from him.

Shi Jun said: "Don't you also work in that factory?"

"I just went today." Fang Tian picked up a piece of cucumber and put it in his mouth.

Shi Jun's face suddenly became serious, and he said, "Cousin, don't go into that factory, it's a hell on earth!"

living hell?Fang Tian was so surprised that he almost bit his tongue.

"Nonsense." Auntie said, "How can you be so exaggerated?"

"Really." Shi Jun stared wide-eyed, opened his mouth wide, and said with an exaggerated expression: "Many workers call that factory a 'hell factory'. The injuries and bleeding are minor, with broken fingers and arms, and lying in the funeral parlor!"

Fang Tian smiled, this is too exaggerated.

Quick finger hit Shi Jun on the back of the hand, and the aunt said dissatisfied: "You, you are afraid of suffering and tiredness, and you call a good factory a hell on earth. Son..."

The aunt said earnestly: "You can't go on like this. You work around in the factory all day. Mom is really worried about you. When will you marry a wife?"

"It's coming soon." Shi Jun stuffed a piece of tofu into his mouth and said, "Mom, you don't know, many girls like me. Everywhere I go, there will be riots, and many girls scream loudly begging to be pushed down." !"

Just after finishing speaking, Shi Jun was hit again by her mother with the tip of the chopsticks, hitting him directly on the head.

The aunt snorted, and said, "How many girls did I find you on blind dates? Adding the last time, the 101st blind date failed, right? When I saw the place where our family lives, the girls screamed so loud that they scared me away!"

Fang Tian almost burst out laughing, the conversation between the two mother and son was really interesting.

Shi Jun chuckled, and said, "If my book is published, buying a car, a house, and a wife will not be a problem."

Speaking of him, my aunt got angry and said, "I know what to write all day long? Even when I go to work, I secretly write that impractical thing. Can that thing be eaten?"

"Yes." Shi Jun said, "Didn't you see many writers earning millions of dollars by publishing a book?"

"Are you a writer?" The aunt wrinkled her nose and said dissatisfiedly, "How many times have I told you, son, you have to be down-to-earth. Writing can't be eaten. You can't even eat three meals after writing a lot."

"It's only temporary." Shi Jun said, "Persevere and you will succeed."

"Keep going, you will end up dead." The aunt said angrily, "You'd better go to work down-to-earth, and don't live in fantasy all day long."

In her opinion, writing is not doing a proper job and is a dead end.

Shi Jun became unhappy, and said, "Are you annoying?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Fang Tian smoothed things over and said with a smile: "Stop talking about this, talk about something else."

After eating sullenly, Shi Jun picked up a stack of white papers on the table, went outside, and sat down on a stone slab.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and took out a lighter.

"Crack!" The cigarette was lit, and Shi Jun took a deep breath.

Looking down at the manuscript on his lap, Shi Jun flipped through his own writing with his fingers.

"Great writer, what are you writing about?" Fang Tian walked over and asked Shi Jun.

Shi Jun smiled wryly, and said, "Cousin, don't laugh at me."

Sitting beside him, Fang Tian said, "Can you show me yours?"