Evil Master

His uncle Duan Beiping had told him since he was young that besides his family, no one would treat him well for no reason, unless they had a motive.

But then he thought, at most, the old man would take a fancy to my shoes, or at most, I could just take them off to him, what else could I have?

If he said it was just a breakfast, wouldn't it be fine if I invited him?

"Hehe, that's great. Junior also feels hungry, but I don't know if there's anything nice to eat around here."

Duan Hong said casually.

The old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and said, "The most famous dish by the West Lake is Steamed Bun. The Steamed Bun in the West Lake is even more famous. Young man, you've been out here for too long. Don't you miss this taste?"

< p > What kind of West Lake Jam?

I've never heard of it.

Duan Hong was a little disdainful in his heart. In the four years he had spent in the Ku Chan Temple, he had raised an extremely eccentric mouth, and was extremely picky of everything.

Inside the small bun house, there were seven or eight tables. At this time of day, most of the tables were filled with people. Most of them were middle-aged, but there were also a few office workers and students.

When the old man and Duan Hong walked in, a gray-haired uncle of the bun house hurriedly came over and greeted them: "Elder Mu, you've come a bit late today compared to usual. There's a lot of people;

The old man's face turned red as he kindly said: "It's alright. Go and do what you need to. I have a guest today. It's this young man who would like to have more today."

< p > "Alright!"

The uncle left.

Duan Hong and the old man sat down at a table belonging to an office worker. Duan Hong observed that this place was a snack bar, or rather, a family workshop.

However, the air was filled with the fragrance of chicken soup. The chicken soup was very thick, and the flowers were floating in the air. It was a pretty good match.

Not long later, the boss of the bun house personally delivered two cages of steamed buns and two chicken egg flowers.

Duan Hong picked up a bun and carefully counted its twenty-two folds. He nodded his head slightly.

Steamed Bun was also very particular. The outside was slippery, but the meat stuffing slightly revealed his head. The twenty-two creases around him symbolized solidarity!

< p > Duan Hong gave it eight points in appearance!

< p > For someone who wants things to be perfect, this score isn't low.

"Young lad, are you satisfied, Steamed Bun?"

the old man asked after taking a sip of chicken soup.

Duan Hong nodded and said: "Your looks are pretty good. Right now, it's very difficult for many bun houses to insist on being so meticulous with every single bun."

He took a light bite.

The fragrance filled his nose, and the meat stuffing was gathered yet not scattered. It could be seen that it was made from good pork, which Duan Hong then took a light sip of egg flower soup.

The unique fragrance of the chicken soup had fully fused with the egg. From the looks of it, the chicken soup was stewed in a pot with firewood for no less than three hours. The taste of the bone marrow and chicken meat was completely dissolved in the soup.

Duan Hong was slightly astonished. He didn't expect that a small bun house could produce a taste that was difficult even for a big hotel chef to produce. It was truly admirable.

"Not bad, the meat stuffing was cut by hand and the chicken soup was stewed with the best firewood. Not bad."

< p > "Hehe."

The elder's eyes lit up as he said, "Youngster seems to be very good at food. You remind me of an old friend of mine who has been eating for a long time."

< p > "Oh?" "Is that so?"

Duan Hong was shocked. The old man in front of him was at least sixty years old, and his master should be at least older than him.

< p > "Darling, you fly slowly —"

Duan Hong's mobile phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was Yan Xiaowen calling.

Duan Hong immediately picked it up, and heard Yan Xiaowen say excitedly: "I have two news, one good and one bad, listen to that?"

What was the old fox trying to be mysterious about? Duan Hong replied, "Alright."

The good news is that your knife is working.

Hearing this, Duan Hong became very happy, and asked: "If this news is extremely exciting, then what's the bad news?"

The frame of Yan Xiaowen's golden silk spectacles flashed on the eighteenth floor of the Sant. "The bad news is that it's very difficult to retrieve a blade. It's a little troublesome."

Duan Hong looked at the old man who was lowering his head to drink the soup, as if he did not care about Duan Hong's call.

"Brother Yan, please wait a moment. We'll talk later. I have something to talk to you about as well."

Duan Hong hung up the phone after agreeing to meet him at Sant 18th floor. He did not have time to bullshit with this old man, but the buns here were indeed not bad.

He specially ordered two cages of steamed buns to be taken away and returned back to the South of The City area. Just as Duan Hong went upstairs, he heard the sound of high heels hitting the stairs.

He looked up and saw two long white legs and a black dress through the gap in the stairs.

< p > F * ck me!

It's over! It's all over!

Duan Hong continuously gulped down his saliva. He actually bumped into Xu Qing — Oh my god, he really didn't want to die trying to hook someone up with him.

At this time, Xu Qing had already walked down, and just happened to see the who had raised her head. She coldly glanced at him, and walked away without even greeting him.

< p > Tsk!

Aren't you just a ninny?

Duan Hong cursed in his heart and went upstairs.

When he returned home, he found no one at home with a note on the table and a covered breakfast.

Duan Hong picked up the paper slip and saw the words: Hong, Second Aunt, Mother and I went to the hospital, the food on the table was for you to eat, it was all for nothing, we can only eat it after we return.

Duan Hong put away the steamed bun and breakfast in the refrigerator. He removed the metal pieces from his legs and took his car keys downstairs.

He was planning to go to Sant first to ask Yan Xiaowen about the Saber. Also, he wanted this old fox to help him find that Palaeo- Zimo design a hotel.

As she left the community with the TT on, she saw Xu Qing holding a black bag in her hands and wearing a black dress as she stood at the signboard. Her face was filled with anxiousness and beside her, a pervert was staring at her thigh constantly.

It was the peak hour for commuting to work, so both the bus and the taxi were busy.

Duan Hong shook his head slightly. Seeing Xu Qing's anxious expression, he was like a tender little lamb hiding in a pack of wolves, attracting love and sympathy.

Duan Hong slowly drove over, opened his car window and stuck his head in: "Beauty, do you want to take a ride?"

Xu Qing slightly pulled open the door and sat down.

The red TT flashed forward.

The group of old men who were waiting at the train station all looked at him with malicious gazes. They all thought to themselves, "Even the old cabbage has been taken care of by the pig, that bastard is too lucky."

< p > "Go where?"

Duan Hong asked, his eyes still could not help but steal a glance at Xu Qing's thigh.

Xu Qing ruthlessly pinched Duan Hong's arm, and said angrily: "You little pervert, have you seen enough? "I've lost all my face!"

< p >