There are two people in the retro tofu shop.

A thirty-year-old stood at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame, holding his arms with both hands, calmly, but the sight he came over was very heavy and had lethal power.

Another younger person was sitting on a dining chair not far away, sitting in a bit of a begging for trouble. He had an account book on the table, and a signature pen was rotating in his hand. He looked over with two eyes, wrapped in a strong sense of exploration.

Not friendly.

Even, a little hostile.

"Ling Xize."

As soon as Si Sheng walked in, he introduced to the two of them.

Afterwards, without paying attention to the reactions of the two, he introduced to Ling Xize, "Zheng Yongfeng, our chef, Duan Changyan, our clerk... and the front desk."

As soon as the pen was turned, Duan Changyan pressed the pen to the table and raised his eyebrows toward this side.

"Who is he?"

The speech was sluggish, with a bit of provocation and dissatisfaction.

Si Sheng seemed to notice something was wrong with the atmosphere, frowned and asked Duan Changyan: "Don't you have ears?"

Duan Changyan: "..."

!

It's indeed abnormal!

After he said three words, the uncle started to criticize him... Does the uncle protect his son like this?

Stop beside Si Sheng, Ling Xize paused and moved slightly towards Si Sheng. His voice was neither high nor low, and he did not hide at all. "Who is the brainless person you are talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a suffocating tension was filled with the entire tofu shop. The smell of gunpowder smoke and war suddenly spread, and even the pressure sank.

Duan Changyan couldn't believe it - in the huge northwest, I have never seen him such a dare to provoke him Duan so much.

Zheng Yongfeng also felt it was rare, and a little strange appeared in his calm expression.

"Oh," Si Sheng glanced at Duan Changyan and signaled, "Sit down that."

"What does it mean?"

He slapped his hand on the table, and Duan Changyan suddenly stood up, and his thorny gaze rushed straight away.

So brave!

He even arranged in person and scolded him?

Si Sheng glanced coldly, and his voice pressed on a warning: "You're asking me for something bad."

“…”

When talking about this, Duan Changyan couldn't help feeling guilty. He curled his lips and collected the arrogance he had just released appropriately, complaining with lack of confidence, "Why are you talking to irrelevant people?"

"He is the one who presses the black stuff."

“…”

Duan Changyan was speechless.

Wori?

His neck stiffened, turned his head with a crack, and looked at Zheng Yongfeng behind him. Zheng Yongfeng didn't have a word, and when he loosened his arms, he walked into the kitchen.

"Let's go here."

Si Sheng chose a dining table and pointed to the opposite position when he pulled out a chair.

Ling Xize did not speak, and sat down opposite him as if he was good.

At this time, Duan Changyan walked over and pretended to behave. When he passed by Ling Xize, he looked at Ling Xize back and forth until he felt uncomfortable watching people, so he stopped beside Si Sheng.

He only hand-written his pocket, leaned down slightly, and asked Si Sheng: "Your agent?"

“…”

Si Sheng ignored him.

"This person is not good, look at his appearance..." Duan Changyan deliberately paused, then tsk and commented, "It's not reliable, it's not reliable."

"Is there anyone who looks less down-to-earth and unreliable than you?" Si Sheng raised his eyes and asked calmly.

“…”

Duan Changyan's eyes were wide open, unbelievable - Uncle Master was urging him again!

“Go and make tea.”

With a finger knocking on the tea set, Si Sheng signaled him to get out quickly.

What kind of wind is going to blow early in the morning?

Can't Ling Xize see their warm and friendly attitude?

Annoying.

“What tea?”

Ling Xize here suddenly asked a question.

"Wuyi's Dahongpao, Jin Junmei, Pu'er, Yunnan, Longjing, West Lake, White Hair Silver Needle..." Bar.

After reciting many tea names in one breath, Duan Changyan took a breath, stretched his palm to the table, looked at Ling Xize with a smile, leaning forward, "This store has everything, what do you want?"

Ling Xize raised his eyelids, looked at his expression of waking up, and said calmly: "I'll give me one."

“…”

Duan Changyan's provocative smile froze on the shiny face.

???

Brother, have some face!

Look at Si Sheng again—

Duan Changyan incredibly discovered that in the face of Ling Xize's behavior of smashing a shop, Si Sheng was not only not angry or angry, but instead... laughing?!

*

With a breath of breath, Duan Changyan returned to the kitchen with a calm face.

"There is something! There must be something!" When he threw the tea set on the table, Duan Changyan gritted his teeth, "That despicable and shameless little face must have used some dirty tricks to deceive my simple, straightforward and unpretentious uncle."

“…”

Zheng Yongfeng paused his way of picking up vermicelli and hit him twice to explore his sight.

Duan Changyan added fuel to the fire and told Ling Xize what he was doing just now, and finally looked heartbroken, "You know what kind of person my uncle is. Usually, I have started to fight. What are the words "why would you take a bath in the tea and come again?"

Taking a breath, Duan Chang delayed it slowly and said in shock: "So she is laughing! She is laughing! Can you believe it?"

"..." I dare not.

His eyes sank a little, and Zheng Yongfeng's eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Also, just as we analyzed before-"

Mr. Duan was so angry that he was unsteady of taking the tea pot. He gritted his teeth, "Often she brought her friends to eat, but she only ate whatever she had in the kitchen. When did you see her so attentively? The night before, I told you what the friends she brought to eat?"

"This little white face is too much. If you order Xiaolongbao, there is not enough jelly. You also need sesame cakes, shrimp dumplings, and roujiamo. He is so picking like this, why don't he open a restaurant by himself?"

Mr. Duan was angry and chattered endlessly. He pinched a handful of big red robe and threw it into the teapot. He wanted to throw it harder and harder. It was like the tea leaves were made of blades, throwing it all over the body of a man in the shop.

"…Si Sheng likes to eat."

After putting the vermicelli into the ice water, Zheng Yongfeng's voice was slightly cold and had a deep meaning.

They are all what Si Sheng likes to eat.

But it was Ling Xize who ordered it again.

This coincidence is inevitably thought-provoking.

"Damn it, he turned around and made my uncle happy?" Duan Changyan reacted and was shocked. "This man looked upright and his heart was too dark! My uncle must not be able to play with him!"

After closing the gas stove, Zheng Yongfeng picked up two trays of freshly steamed buns, put them on the table, pushed them forward, and pushed them to the hand of Section Changyan.

“Go and send breakfast.”

Duan Changyan frowned, "That bastard is so annoying, I won't go."

His voice sank, Zheng Yongfeng said, "Start."

"……oh."

After rolling up his sleeves, Duan Changyan honestly picked up two trays of small bags and walked out of the kitchen.

Back and forth, Duan Changyan was responsible for "monitoring" while working as a porter.

But soon, he couldn't stand it anymore and went into the kitchen in anger.

"Mu, this bastard is so bad!"
To be continued...