“你居然要一半，你知不知道这米多么珍贵？”
                
            
            

            
                    
                “哎呀，别急眼别急眼。”
                
            
            

            
                    
                罗长歌连忙赔笑道：“那你说给我多少就给我多少。”
                
            
            

            
                    
                “一粒，最多给你跟你弟每人一粒。”
                
            
            

            
                    
                萧炎耀说着，从自己的炒饭之中，挑选出了两粒最小的米，放在了罗长歌的手中。
                
            
            

            
                    
                “两……两粒？”
                
            
            

            
                    
                “不是吧老萧，你打发我呢？”
                
            
            

            
                    
                “就这两粒，够干嘛？”
                
            
            

            
                    
                罗长歌一脸懵逼，没有想到，萧炎耀竟然只给他两粒米。
                
            
            

            
                    
                “你爱要不要。”
                
            
            

            
                    
                “这两粒米还是我看在你是我多年好友的份上，不然这一粒米，我就要收你两件下品仙器。”
                
                    
                
            
            

            
                    
                萧炎耀怒喝道，说着就要把两粒米收回。
                
            
            

            
                    
                这可是前辈的炒饭。