The love apartment begins with entering the police station

Chapter 672: Dim Sum Wizard
Xiang Yu leaned against the door and rolled his eyes: "You can't hide it even if you cut it again. It's better to destroy the body directly, so maybe you won't be discovered."

"That makes sense, Curry, you go ahead. If we can't solve the problem, we can solve the person who wants to raise the problem."

"I?"

Curry Sauce's eyes widened. "I haven't killed anyone, so I won't go. Lawyer Zhang, you should go! You're a lawyer, and you killed someone, so you can still defend yourself. But I can't. Who will defend me?"

"Me! Don't worry, you are my assistant, how can I ignore you? Go~"

"I dont go."

When Zhang Wei and Curry Sauce were discussing who would silence the witness.

Zhao Haitang yawned, stretched, and walked out the door. He looked at the three people and asked confusedly, "Why are you here?"

"Morning exercise."

Zhang Wei thought quickly and did some stretching: "It just so happens that there is a lawn here, and it has the flavor of nature!"

The curry sauce hurriedly followed suit.

Zhao Haitang looked at Xiang Yu who was leaning against the door and asked suspiciously: "Are you doing morning exercises too?"

"No, I was watching them do their morning exercises!"

Just then Zhao Haitang saw the scissors in Zhang Wei's hand and asked in confusion: "Why do you bring scissors for morning exercise?"

Curry Sauce thought quickly and said, "It's a good omen. It's early in the morning, so I can cut off all the noise."

Zhang Wei secretly gave a thumbs up to the curry sauce.

Zhao Haitang scratched his head and said, "Is that so? You guys are really energetic. I didn't sleep well all night. What a rubbish table. I'll have the workers return it tonight."

Zhang Wei took a look at the curry sauce and the two of them nodded repeatedly.

"That's right. I said this table has grass growing on it and should be returned."

Curry changed the subject and asked, "By the way, have you written the speech?"

Zhang Wei immediately stepped forward to block Zhao Haitang, put his arm around Zhao Haitang's shoulders and said, "It doesn't matter if it's not written down."

"Who said I didn't write it down? Come on, call everyone over here and I'll read it to you!"

Zhang Wei and Curry Sauce looked at each other.

Well, it's safe!
It was a bit early and many of them hadn't gotten up yet.

After breakfast was bought, everyone sat down in a row. Zhao Haitang was an exception. He put his face on the table and snored loudly.

When Ziqiao saw that everyone was present, he patted the table and said, "Brother Haitang, wake up, everyone is here, please start your performance!"

Zhao Haitang opened his sleepy eyes, adjusted his glasses, and said lifelessly: "The speeches are all the same, I will just read the story."

Zhao Haitang took out a small notebook and read: "It is said that the descendants of Lü Buwei fled to Sichuan to avoid disaster and changed to making dim sum, calling themselves the Dim Sum Clan."

"It is said that they made steamed buns for Zhuge Liang, baked sweet potatoes for Yang Guifei, and steamed corn bread for the soldiers fighting against the Japanese invaders. The 72nd eldest grandson of the Lu family, Lu Ziqiao, was a once-in-a-century pastry genius. One day, a traitor in the family stole the Lu family's ancestral secret recipe and pushed Lu Ziqiao off a cliff.

Fortunately, he was rescued by the young girl Chen Meijia. After Lu Ziqiao recovered, he had a dim sum duel with the traitor. The two fought for three days and three nights. Ziqiao realized the secret of making dim sum from a tear of Meijia!
Finally, they made "Hey, pineapple cake!" and defeated the traitor. From then on, their legend spread everywhere in the world! "

As he was talking, Zhao Haitang almost fell asleep.

Ziqiao straightened his back and said, "Oh my god, I actually have this kind of relationship? I always thought that only Lu Bu was my ancestor."
Dali said: "The story is good, with the structure of Hamlet and elements of Chinese Cooking Master Boy, but it's a bit far-fetched."

Hu Qiang sneered: "The little cake, which was only born a few months ago, already has a story that goes back hundreds of years."

Zhao Haitang adjusted his glasses and said, "Many famous brands have their own brand stories. Although your cakes have only been around for a few months, we can think of a century-long story first."

Yifei complained: "Descendant of Lu Buwei? I am the descendant of Hu Yidao."

Hu Qiang asked curiously, "Is it true?"

Yifei said angrily: "Go to hell!"

Zhang Wei nodded and said, "The story is indeed a bit outrageous, but it's quite creative."

Hu Qiang complained: "Uncle, your aesthetic concept is too distorted." "It's quite outrageous. How could I write such disgusting things?"

Zhao Haitang suddenly got an idea and guessed, "Is it because the table is too disgusting?"

Zhang Wei quickly pulled Hu Qiang aside and started whispering to Hu Qiang, asking him to say a few nice words as long as Zhao Haitang didn't pay attention to the table.

At this time, Hu Qiang heard what Zhang Wei said and suddenly changed his tone and said: "Actually, this story is not without merit."

Hearing Hu Qiang's words, Mei Jia said in disbelief: "What's going on? You're actually speaking for your love rival? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"It's over. Even Hu Qiang thinks this thing is good, it must be rotten!!"

Zhao Haitang became even more annoyed, and stood up and said, "I'll go to school and rewrite it now."

Hu Qiang was speechless when he heard this. He listened to his uncle and praised him for his good writing. In the end, he was slapped in the face. It was too cruel.
Zhao Haitang said angrily: "I can't write a good speech, it's all because of this table, it smells like farm manure."

"You're going to die? Who would fertilize your table? You're not a psycho."

When Meijia heard this word, she couldn't help but spit it out: "We're still eating now!"

Zhang Wei and Curry Sauce felt a little guilty, but Dali understood a little. It seemed that Hu Qiang spoke up for him because of this reason.
Xiang Yu thought for a moment and said, "It would be better to change the story into a prodigal son's version."

Yifei: "Yeah, that's right, this is good, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold! Ziqiao was once a legend too!"

Zhao Haitang was stunned for a moment and said, "What does the prodigal son have to do with the cake?"

Ziqiao waved his hand and said, "If it has nothing to do with you, then we can't be related. You should work hard on your writing. The award ceremony will be held in a few days."

Ziqiao gave a few instructions, and when he saw Zhao Haitang was about to leave, he couldn't help but remind her, "Why are you wearing slippers to class?!"

Just as everyone was looking at Zhao Haitang's back.

"You guys eat slowly, I'm full."

Zhang Wei really didn't have the face to stay here for dinner, so he quickly took two bites, added some curry sauce, and went to room 3602.

"What are they doing so early?"

Mika watched the two people running away stealthily with great curiosity.

Xiang Yu smiled and said, "What else can we do? Of course, we will continue to mediate community disputes. It is said that Zhang Wei has used his trump card this time. If he fails, he will die."

"He has a trump card? What is it?!"

Dali was also very curious. He had never heard that Lawyer Zhang had any trump card. If he had one, he would have used it long ago.

"I don't know, anyway, this is what Zhang Wei said himself."

Yifei asked uncertainly, "Can he finish the mediation today?"

"It's probably uncertain."

Xiang Yu sighed. This had happened twice, no, three times. He no longer had any hope for Zhang Wei.

Yifei said to everyone, "The community fitness competition officially begins today. If you have time, come and watch it. Xiang Yu, come with me later."

Xiang Yu stuffed something into his stomach: "Da Li, you don't have class today. At ten o'clock, help me wake up Nuolan and let her eat something."

"understood."

He nodded vigorously and agreed.

Because Nuolan has been feeling a little sleepy lately, probably because of her pregnancy, she has been sleeping in.

Xiang Yu had no interest in this fitness competition, but was drafted by Yifei to be a referee.

I don’t know who came up with the idea of ​​a fitness competition, but in order to get the elderly to participate, they organized an aerobics competition. It was as boring as Ziqiao’s flying chess.

Xiang Yu swore that he would never take this kind of job again, and he would get angry with anyone who dared to look for him.

(End of this chapter)