"Hey, the buns in the bun shop next door are delicious. Do you want me to bring some for you?"

Ye Tianchen had just left the door and suddenly put his head into the door again.

The Queen of Heavenly Demon frowned: "I am the Queen of Heavenly Demon, not 'heat'."

Ye Tianchen smiled bitterly, "I bring you something to eat, and I want to call you the queen? Have you got tofu in your mind?"

"you--"

"What are you doing? If you are not happy, you can choose not to eat." Ye Tianchen shrugged and interrupted the words of the Heavenly Demon Queen being ready to go.

The Queen of Heavenly Demon had a gloomy face, turned her head and closed her eyes, as if she didn't want to pay attention to Ye Tianchen.

Ye Tianchen went out and walked straight into the "Bun King" bun shop, found a small table without anyone and sat down.

"Customer, what should I eat?"

"How do you calculate money for buns here?" Ye Tianchen looked around.

"Five cents for vegetable buns and meat buns."

"How much does porridge cost?"

"Porridge, bean juice, spicy soup - it's all one dollar a bowl." The owner of the bun shop is a solid middle-aged man with a scarf covered in flour on his chest and an oil-stained scarf, his hands are covered in flour. He is rubbing his hands and rubbing the flour off.

"I want two vegetable buns, two meat buns, and a bowl of spicy soup."

"Okay, wait a moment." The boss pulled off the rag on his shoulder, wiped Ye Tianchen's desk quickly, cleaned it up, and smiled: "There are side dishes over there, free, if you want to eat them, you can pick them up by yourself."

Ye Tianchen looked in the direction of his finger and saw a square table at the corner of the wall with four or five bowls of side dishes on it. He nodded and walked over.

"Fermented bean curd, pickled cabbage, sweet and sour garlic, wax beans..." Ye Tianchen lived in the end of the world, so who else could make these things? They had been lost long ago.

After he arrived on Earth, he ate some of these side dishes, which was amazing. When he was on Earth, he had to eat a plate of side dishes every day.

Now seeing these, I couldn't help but move my fingers, bringing a dish of dishes, picking up all kinds of dishes, and taking a small dish back.

After taking a bite of the steaming bun, eating a bite of sour side dishes, and drinking a sip of the rich spicy soup, Ye Tianchen shuddered all over: "It's great!"

Diners around looked at each other: How long has it been since I had eaten breakfast when I was beggar?

"Mom, this uncle is so strange. Even buns can be eaten so well!"

"Shhh-that's a weird guy. Be careful that he heard you arrested and sold it!" The middle-aged woman grabbed the child and picked up the porridge in front of the child: "Come on, take another sip, it's sweet and delicious!"

The child's eyes were just tinging on Ye Tianchen, where was there any intention to have a meal?

The woman scolded in a low voice: "Drink quickly! After drinking, I will send you to school. If I don't drink, I won't buy you toys."

Hearing this, the child reluctantly retracted his eyes and opened his mouth and took a sip.

Ye Tianchen sipped in a bun, and the side dish was quickly wiped out by him. He felt hungry in his stomach. "Boss, give me eight more buns, half of each vegetable and meat!"

"Come on this!" The boss of the bun shop was busy frying fried dough sticks, and turned to the woman beside him and said, "Oh, go and serve buns for them."

The woman curled her lips, patted her hands, patted the flour on her hands, first settled the payment of the diner in front of her, then picked up a plate and picked up eight buns for Ye Tianchen.

She walked into the house with a bun, and happened to see Ye Tianchen picking up side dishes - the first time she saw someone eating side dishes like this, she was so fed like a meal. She couldn't help but feel angry, put down the plate with a bang, turned her head and left, muttering: "Small dishes are not expensive, the way to eat them is like an old monk!"

The diners around were stunned and turned their heads to look at the small dish table. They were just seeing Ye Tianchen picking up the small dish without any image. Their happy look made the diners around him shake their heads secretly, and some even spit at him.

"It's not easy for others to open a bun shop. Is this how you eat it? Or are you still going to eat it?"

"I'm just eating mine, what do you care about?" Ye Tianchen didn't look back, his voice neither salty nor light.

"Eat soon, I'm going to school after finishing my meal!" The woman noticed something was wrong, grabbed the bun and stuffed it into the child's mouth.

The child was held down by a woman and stuffed with buns. He was so anxious that he broke out: "Do I eat buns? What's the matter with you?" This was obviously what Ye Tianchen said just now. He was learning and selling, but unfortunately he used the wrong person.

The woman turned green, picked up her cloth shoes, picked up the child and slapped her hard on her butt.

While fighting, he said, "I told you not to learn well! I told you not to learn well!"

The child was beaten so hard that the porridge flowed in his mouth, and his tears and snot mixed with saliva wiped his face. The sound of howling ghosts made his eardrums burst.

"You can't hit the child like this. What should I do if it is broken?" An old man next to him shook his head and sighed.

"I beat my son myself, what's your business?" The woman's hair was messy and her clothes were not tidy. It seemed that beating people was also a very hard work. The little bits of sweat on her forehead proved that.

The old man shook his head and complained in a low voice: "The world wind is getting worse, and the world wind is getting worse!"

Ye Tianchen had already returned from a plate of side dishes at this time - a plate full of them, looking like a hill. People around him were extremely sad about how thick-skinned this person was.

"Huh?" Ye Tianchen came to his seat, but saw a rough man with big and thick feet stepping on his seat with one foot, supporting his thigh with his right hand, leaning forward with his upper body, and glaring at Ye Tianchen fiercely with his big copper bell eyes.

"Little bastard, why are you talking to grandpa? Apologize to me!" The man's muscles were very strong. Although he didn't look like a bodybuilder, Ye Tianchen could tell that this person was a martial arts practitioner, and his muscles were full of explosive power, which was many times stronger than those embroidered pillows that looked good in fitness.

"My son, if the son does not teach, the father's fault - it is my fault for you to recuperate like this." Ye Tianchen shook his head and sighed, looking very regretful.

The man opened his mouth wide, roared and kicked the table. The table, along with the buns and spicy soup on it, all flew towards Ye Tianchen.

Ye Tianchen's face remained unchanged, and he used the Lingbo Microstep under his feet and the Thousand Flowers and Plum Break in his hands.

Everyone saw him picking up the disk with his arms swaying. The buns in the air were caught by the plate one by one. Then the buns were pressed over his head and went to catch the bowl of the spicy soup with empty hands. At this time, the spicy soup had been poured out and flew in the air. However, people saw that the bowl seemed to circle a circle under the control of his hands, and re-engaged all the spicy soup into the bowl in the air!

For a moment, the audience was silent.

The owner of the bun shop heard the sound before, and he also stretched his head to look at it, but when he noticed that it was Ye Tianchen, he showed a faint smile on his face and went back to continue frying fried dough sticks, without any worries.

"Go and persuade - don't smash our bun shop!" The woman shook the boss with both hands.

"Don't worry, if the strong Martial Saint wants to dismantle the store, we can't escape. If he doesn't want to dismantle it, then the King of Heaven is here, and our store is as stable as a mountain." The owner of the bun shop smiled and said confidently: "I don't think he looks like he wants to dismantle the store."

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, it was just when Ye Tianchen had finished receiving the spicy soup. Everyone was stunned for a moment. The aroma of porridge and the smell of buns were filled with the bun shop. The breathing of everyone was extremely heavy and clear and audible.

"Gudong..." The man who had provoked Ye Tianchen before was shocked to see Ye Tianchen's technique. He asked himself that he would not be able to practice this level even if he had been there for another ten years. If such a quick technique was used to kill people, who could resist it?

horrible.

horrible!

Ye Tianchen restored the table to its original position, put down the plate above his head, and put down the spicy soup, and slowly lowered the side dishes that he had been holding in his left hand - the chopsticks stuck in the gap between his right finger quickly turned around his hand, and finally clamped them between his index finger and middle finger, sat down and started eating.

The sweat on the man's forehead had already flowed down: If Ye Tianchen's hand brushing chopsticks was used to brush daggers, what kind of expert skills would he have?

Taking a step back, the man swallowed.

"If you don't leave, I'll send you away."

Ye Tianchen ate the buns and pickles in big mouthfuls, and said lightly without raising his head.

The man turned his head and ran away without looking back. He ran across the street and disappeared.

After this incident, the sound of the bowls and chopsticks during meals was much lighter, and they spoke carefully, fearing that this mysterious character with unknown origin would be in a bad mood, and no one could win with him at that time.

Ye Tianchen was comfortable and full, and stood up while touching his belly: "Boss, settle the bill! Six vegetable buns, six meat buns, and a bowl of spicy soup, how much does it cost?"

"Three pieces of six dishes, six pieces of meat, one bowl of spicy soup, a total of ten pieces." The boss said with a smile.

"It's just right." Ye Tianchen took out an ancient martial arts coin and handed it over.

The boss took it and continued to fry the fried dough sticks.

The woman carefully looked at Ye Tianchen's back: "The head of the family, is he really a powerful martial saint?"

"Nonsense! You didn't see him knocking Along a few days ago. What is Along's strength? Wu Zun!" The boss curled his lips, very dissatisfied with his wife's problem. "Then Along is Wu Zun's strength. He is played with in this young man's hands. Think about it yourself, what is his strength?"

"It may also be just a martial master..." the woman muttered in a low voice.

"Martial Master? Impossible!" The boss shook his head, "If he was only the strength of Martial Master, how could Aaron's group of brothers not go to trouble him? Although he fought Aaron to win by one single fight, if he was really a Martial Master, then Aaron's group of people would definitely use the human-sea tactics. At the level, you can definitely win by fighting with more and less."

"It may be that they are scared?"

"Tell you, you just don't believe it - that person must be the Martial Saint, you didn't see him every day..." The boss was about to say something, but after thinking about it, his wife talked nonsense with the neighbors every day. If the news leaked out and caused trouble for the Martial Saint, he would not be able to bear it.

"What do he say every day? You say it, half of your words will make people feel happy."

"He is very energetic every day and full of spiritual energy. He should be the Martial Saint!" the boss said far-fetchedly.
Chapter completed!