Chapter 2544: Outsiders: Xiaochen Loses Memory 34
In the deep night, beside the heavily trafficked curb, a figure, out of tune with the surrounding hustle and bustle, spoke with a slightly deep voice...
Sitting on a small plastic stool.
In front of me is a barbecue stall with a lively atmosphere.
The aroma of cumin and charcoal mixed with the dampness of the night filled the air.
Jinchen, wearing a well-tailored black coat with a gloomy temperament, sits in front of this stall full of urban atmosphere, just like a supermodel who accidentally walked into the vegetable market. The picture is weird and inexplicably harmonious.
The owner of the barbecue stall was a middle-aged man who was knowledgeable. He glanced at him and felt nothing at all, even wanting to laugh.
No matter who you are as a celebrity or a big shot, once you come to his place, you will be conquered by the skewers!
He skillfully flipped the skewers in his hand, and the oil dripped onto the charcoal fire, making a sizzling sound and making the aroma even stronger.
In the sea of consciousness, Ling Gungun tilted his little head, full of confusion and desire.
[Host, are you craving barbecue? Actually, I also... slurp.]
It looked at the shiny grilled skewers sprinkled with chili powder and almost drooled.
Jinchen was silent for a moment.
Then, he took out Ling Gungunli with an expressionless face, placed it in his palm, and kneaded it wantonly.
Zero Gungun: [! Ah… Oh, puff, puff, puff—]
It was so crumpled that its image could hardly be maintained.
After much difficulty, he patted Jinchen's fingers with his little paw and asked angrily, "What! Host, what are you doing?"
Jinchen stopped the ravaging action, and his gray pupils looked a little deep under the dim light of the barbecue stall.
Why do I lose my memory?
Zero Gungun: [!!! ! ! ! ]
It roared, leaped up, and clutched Jinchen's head with its claws. "Oh my goodness! My ancestor! My Lord! Have you recovered your memory?!"
[Do you know how I've been through these days?! I'm the great Pixiu! I've been so worried about this family, sob...]
Ling Gungun used the thunder-without-rain crying method.
Jinchen, whose head was buzzing from the noise, said: [……]
I kind of regret asking this question.
ten minutes later.
The small table in front of each person and system was filled with various grilled skewers, and they were deeply enjoying the barbecue.
Ling Gungun was happily munching on a bunch of grilled mushrooms that were even bigger than the little ball he'd transformed into, mumbling a soothing, "Hiccup~ Don't worry about any side effects!"
[The boss said, you were just over-purified and temporarily lost your memory, but you weren't purified into a fool.]
Jinchen took a bite of the roasted kidney, but his chewing movements were a little slow.
The recovered memories flooded into my mind like a tide, recalling what I had done after losing my memory and entering this small world, and turning into the swamp black fog...
The boss's Waterloo.
Jinchen's hand holding the skewers trembled, and a very faint blush called social death appeared on his cold face.
He wished he could just film himself losing his memory again.
After Ling Gungun finished chewing the mushrooms, he ate the chicken leg, licked his paws with satisfaction, and patted Jinchen's shoulders as if they were brothers.
[Don't worry, don't worry~ Look on the bright side, at least you didn't choose the wrong wife, even though the process of meeting her was... well, rather unique.]
The Lord God was almost frightened to death.
Jinchen had no expression on his face, and stretched out his claws towards the little dumpling on his shoulder whose face was covered with grease.
Zero Gungun: [Ah ...
Jinchen didn't have much appetite, so he ate two or three skewers and then put them down.
The whole table of barbecue went into Zero’s full stomach.
Jinchen looked at the boss next to him who was staring at him hungrily, afraid that he would run away with the order, and fell silent.
A very realistic question emerged in his somewhat confused mind after he regained his memory.
He has no money.
The owner of the barbecue stall glanced over here from time to time, and the meaning of his eyes gradually changed from "this handsome guy is really pleasing to the eyes" to "this guy doesn't want to dine and dash, does he?"
Jinchen calmly patted the still-burping Linggungun: [Give me the money.]
Zero Gungun: [? ]
Ling Gungun was about to spit out the gold coins when he remembered that the boss said it was better not to use spiritual power anymore. He searched the system mall and was amazed.
[Oh! Found it! There's an emergency small cash exchange service! 500 points for 50 RMB!]
[Here... let me do the math. Grilled kidney, lamb skewers, chicken wings, mushrooms, leeks... Oh! Host, your meal costs 147 RMB. You need to redeem 1500 points for me!]
Jinchen: "..."
This black-hearted Pixiu.
It was a really bad barbecue meal at a low price.
Jinchen stood up and, under the increasingly vigilant gaze of his boss, calmly...
He took out two banknotes from the inside of his black coat.
He handed the unpretentious one hundred and fifty yuan to the boss.
The boss was stunned for a moment, took the money, and returned three shiny coins in change.
Then, with complicated eyes, he watched this weird handsome guy, who was wearing an expensive coat but took out wrinkled cash to pay for the barbecue, leave.
Jinchen casually put the three coins into his pocket and walked towards the restaurant following the connection between him and Liang Yanze.
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In the restaurant, the atmosphere in the private room is lively.
Liang Yanze maintained a decent and calm smile on his face as he chatted and socialized with representatives of his partners, but his mind was half wandering.
He still couldn't help but worry about leaving alone to deal with the "troublesome" Jinchen. After all, although Jinchen had strange abilities, he was simple-minded. What if he encountered an even more difficult situation...
Liang Yanze secretly regretted why he hadn't thought of giving Jinchen a mobile phone before.
It's better than having no news at all like now, which makes people anxious.
After three rounds of drinks, when the conversation paused, Liang Yanze was absentmindedly stroking the wine glass with his fingertips. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a very light black mist coming in from under the door.
Liang Yanze's eyes lit up, his heart settled down, and he subconsciously touched his wrist.
He put down his wine glass and whispered to Zhao Xitang, who was sitting at the main seat, "Boss Zhao, I'm going to go out for a moment and wash my hands."
Zhao Xitang was talking to someone and nodded when he heard this.
This restaurant is one of the most upscale private clubs in the area, decorated in an elegant Chinese style.
Even the bathroom is spacious and clean, with a faint scent of sandalwood burning and partitions made of thick solid wood.
Liang Yanze walked into the bathroom and after confirming that there was no one else inside, he randomly chose the innermost cubicle and went in, then locked the door.
He touched his wrist and called out in a low voice, "Jinchen."
