Chapter 774 We love eating crayfish, oh oh~

Chapter 774 We love eating crayfish, oh oh~

3601, Meijia leaned against the doorway, holding a box of crayfish. Her sweet smile was like that of a ripe peach, adorned with a few glistening dewdrops.

"Thank you, brother. Keep in touch when you have time."

"goodbye."

Meijia smiled and waved goodbye to the delivery guy outside the door, then slammed the door shut without hesitation.

"Done!"

She patted the crayfish she was holding with a wad of banknotes and laughed with satisfaction: "Looks like I'm still got it after all."

"Meijia," Yifei, sitting at the dining table, reminded her, "We're girls, we need to be mindful of our language."

"oh."

Mika exclaimed again, "Looks like I'm still got it after all!"

Yifei blushed upon hearing this.

If you remind yourself to use polite language, is simply changing a pronoun enough?

Besides, the pronouns you changed aren't exactly civilized either!

Zhang Wei rubbed his hands together and chuckled as he approached, "Meijia, you're amazing! You caught that food delivery suspect in one fell swoop."

"I knew all along that he was the one who stole those five chicken wings!"

"—You really knew all along?"

Meijia glanced at Zhang Wei and teased, "Then why are you rushing to give him red envelopes? Does our lawyer Zhang have more money than he can spend?"

Zhang Wei chuckled dryly, but his words remained defiant: "I wanted to give him a chance to repent and reform, but he didn't appreciate it."

"See, you've tricked all the cash out of me."

"Zhang Wei, do you even know how to talk? How is this a lie?"

Meijia waved a wad of loose bills of various denominations in her hand, emphasizing, "This is a New Year's red envelope from someone's older brother because he thinks I'm cute!"

Yifei glanced casually at the banknotes in Meijia's hand and snorted, "What era is this? What kind of deliveryman carries so much money? He must have begged for it by shamelessly asking for red envelopes this morning."

"Asking for red envelopes is one thing, but you haven't even done your job properly!"

"Just thinking about how this guy stole our chicken wings and even had the nerve to ask me for a red envelope the first time he came to our house makes me want to—"

Yifei, who also calls herself "Old Lady," was so angry that she gritted her teeth. With nowhere to vent her anger, she subconsciously raised her hand high, as if to slap it down hard.

"Sister! Go easy on her!"

Zhanbo, who was almost finished stacking the dominoes, quickly grabbed Yifei's wrist: "I'm about to succeed, please don't do anything!"

He gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and placed his head directly under Yifei's raised hand.

"If you really want to destroy something, then—then just kill me!"

Yifei slapped Zhanbo's forehead in annoyance: "Pah, pah, pah! Don't say such unlucky things during the New Year!"

She withdrew her hand, stood up, and muttered, "Forget it, I'd better stay away from this table. Otherwise, if I accidentally break your experiment, you'll be crying your eyes out."

"hey-hey."

Zhanbo finally broke into a bright smile.

"Sister Yifei, here's three hundred yuan. Consider it a gift from the delivery guy who treated us to chicken wings on New Year's Eve."

Meijia counted the banknotes in her hand and casually pulled out three red banknotes, handing them to Yifei.

Upon hearing this, Yifei raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly: "That's great."

Having five chicken wings stolen is indeed a very infuriating thing, and this kind of anger cannot be eliminated simply by giving compensation.

But if you change your perspective and think of it as someone giving away sixty-five chicken wings for free, then it's a different story.

Meijia counted the banknotes in her hand, placing them on the coffee table in stacks. "These few are for Curry Sauce's New Year's money, these are for Xinling, these are for Braised Pork Knuckle, and Nanfeng—well, just give him something as a token."

Meijia roughly counted the people younger than her in the apartment and made a simple classification of the unexpected windfall in her hands.

Although the amount of New Year's money that each "child" received was not much, it was just a token gesture among peers.

If we're really going to argue about the amount of the red envelopes, then everyone should go and kowtow to Nanfeng, who has the most money, to acknowledge him as their godfather.

Besides, Zhang Wei is shameless enough to give away ten yuan as a New Year's gift, so why can't she?

And so, after dividing the money back and forth, Meijia ended up with exactly one hundred and sixty yuan left.

Zhang Wei, heartbroken at losing 160 yuan, rubbed his hands together and watched for a long time, unable to find a suitable opportunity to speak. Only now did he dare to step forward and fawn over her, calling out, "Meijia~"

"what?"

Meijia looked up at Zhang Wei and said dismissively, "Why are you calling people like that, so greasy, just like Teacher Zeng?"

Zhang Wei hesitated, but before he could speak, Meijia turned to Yifei and asked, "Sister Yifei, wasn't Teacher Zeng supposed to be recording a program? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

"Mika, that—"

Yifei, munching on an apple, casually interrupted Zhang Wei's speech: "This guy was halfway through recording when Lisa stood him up. Now, without a senior leader's signature, he can only go through the proper application process for recording."

Zhang Wei, interrupted, looked embarrassed. He took a deep breath and reorganized his thoughts: "Actually—"

Meijia didn't even blink: "It's the Lunar New Year, is there anyone else who can accompany Teacher Zeng through the procedures?"

Zhang Wei: "My one hundred—"

"Of course—no."

Yifei chuckled gleefully, clearly pleased whenever Zeng Xiaoxian suffered misfortune.

"Today is New Year's Eve, and everyone has already left work long ago. If you ask me, Lisa is already more than generous by staying up for him for three extra hours."

Zhang Wei: (□) ————

He said urgently, "No, could you please—"

"What should we do then?"

Zhanbo looked up, his face full of worry, and said, "Does that mean Teacher Zeng won't be able to celebrate the New Year with us tonight?"

Yifei shrugged: "It's okay. He's the deputy director of the channel now, so he can skip many procedures. We just need to find a way to contact the director and get the electronic signature."

"However, I heard that his director and his whole family went to Sanya for the Chinese New Year. They should be on a plane right now. Zeng Xiaoxian will probably have to wait a while."

Zhang Wei: "————Let me say what I have to say first————"

"That's good."

Zhanbo and Meijia both breathed a sigh of relief. If Teacher Zeng couldn't come back to celebrate the New Year with everyone, their New Year celebration wouldn't be complete.

"----over."

Zhang Wei: (————)

Damn it, this world should just be destroyed.

After the three finished talking, Meijia blinked and looked at Zhang Wei: "What were you about to say?"

"I want to say—"

Zhang Wei stopped halfway through his sentence and looked around warily.

"What are you doing?"

Mika asked, her eyes wide.

"I'm checking to see if anyone interrupts me."

Upon hearing this, the three of them felt their vision go black.

Meijia looked up at Zhang Wei, her tone clearly losing patience: "If you don't want to talk, then forget it."

"No! No! No!"

Zhang Wei plopped down on the sofa, looking unusually awkward.

"Meijia, I meant to talk about the New Year's money—"

"that is----

'

Zhang Wei rubbed his fingers together, making a gesture as if asking for money.

"Oh~"

Meijia suddenly realized, and she smiled sweetly: "Zhang Wei, you're going to give me New Year's money too?"

"no."

Seeing that he wasn't going to get the money and might even have to pull out another red envelope, Zhang Wei stopped being coy and said, "I meant my 160 yuan."

"Didn't you already give that 160 yuan to the delivery guy as a New Year's gift?"

Zhang Wei paused upon hearing this, then pointed to the money in Meijia's hand: "So you have exactly one hundred and sixty yuan in your hand, don't you?"

Meijia nodded: "Yes, but this money was a New Year's red envelope from the delivery guy. What does it have to do with you?"

Zhang Wei's eyes widened: "But I gave him this money!"

"How much money did you give him? Go ask him for it."

Meijia waved the banknotes in her hand with a grin: "Besides, may I ask our lawyer Zhang, how can you prove that these banknotes are yours?"

Seeing this, Yifei perked up and said with a smile, "Attorney Zhang, an important principle of evidence in our country's civil litigation is that 'whoever asserts must prove.'"

"Since you believe this banknote belongs to you, please provide relevant evidence to support your claim."

She paused, then winked at Zhang Wei with a smile: "Do you have photographic evidence, video evidence, or can you even recite the serial numbers of your banknotes?"

"Honey, if all else fails, a transfer record will also work."

"I, I————"

Zhang Wei hesitated, but ultimately remained silent.

He said, feeling wronged, "So I've just lost 160 yuan for nothing."

"Serves you right!"

Yifei's expression changed instantly. She spat at Zhang Wei angrily, "I told you not to bow down to evil forces, but you wouldn't listen. Now you know you've suffered a loss?"

"Zhang Wei, how could you have the nerve to give a bribe to a criminal suspect and then ask your own family for money to cover your losses!"

Meijia nodded as well: "If it weren't for my great-aunt—I'm still got it now, Zhang Wei, you'd still be thinking about having a criminal as a witness for the prosecution."

"I----"

Zhang Wei instinctively opened his mouth as if to argue, but he still lowered his head helplessly.

"Alright."

Meijia, with one hand on her waist, patted Zhang Wei's shoulder with the other: "As the saying goes, you can't have everything without a loss. Although you lost 160 yuan, you at least learned a lesson."

"And our contempt," Yifei interjected.

Zhang Wei twitched the corners of his mouth and said in a very somber tone, "Then I've really gained too much this time."

"Hey Zhang Wei, don't be discouraged. If it really doesn't work out—"

Meijia looked around and stuffed a box of crayfish that she had taken from the deliveryman from the coffee table into Zhang Wei's arms.

"Although the nobleman is foolish, his sense of justice is truly rare."

"Consider this box of crayfish your reward for your righteous actions."

Zhang Wei looked down at the crayfish in his arms, and then thought about the 160 yuan he had lost, and was immediately overcome with grief.

"Waaah————"

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