God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 248 The Real Man

"Of course there is a request, but I won't say it, hehe, guess it, and see how much you can guess..."

After Qian Qiusui responded to such a message, his profile picture darkened. Obviously, he was offline to search for information. This kind of information cannot be found on the Internet. If you want to find it, you must go to a large library with a rich collection of relevant books. Look for it, or you have related collections yourself.

The content on the Internet seems to be rich, but in fact there are not many in-depth ones, especially for some relatively unorthodox knowledge, which may not even be able to search for a related vocabulary. There are very rich old scholars and experts. Those people learned by rote with bad pens. Any knowledge has to be held in their minds to feel reliable. They are simply walking dictionaries.

Qianqiu Sui, an old man in his seventies, is obviously also one of the "living dictionaries", because Xu Jingxing asked some relatively remote and esoteric questions, but the old man was able to answer them casually, obviously with an astonishingly deep reserve of knowledge.

It's just that I don't know what kind of identity this thousand-year-old old man is. Why is he still hanging out with young people on the Internet at such an old age?
But what made him even more helpless was that the old man was simply too naughty, just like the brat, he let himself guess what he was thinking.

Shit, I'm not a god, how could I guess what his request is.

He just promised to carve a brick and inkstone for the old man, so he can't just break his promise, he really has to think about it, after all, searching for information is indeed a hard job, if he doesn't express it at all, it would be too chilling.

At this time, An Xin cautiously opened the door and came in, "Master, are you still angry?"

"Ah? No, why should I be angry?" He grinned and asked, "What? Sister Fen asked you to talk about it?"

"Hee hee, yes, Sister Fen is afraid that you will walk away," An Xin stuck out her tongue, walked obediently behind him, and clenched her small fists to beat his shoulders, gently and rhythmically, It's quite comfortable.

"I said I was looking for evidence, how could I just leave, your master, am I that kind of person?"

"What about the evidence? Have you found it?"

"No, but soon, I have someone to help me."

"Hee hee, so Mr. Ding is doomed? He was so angry just now."

"Hahaha, who told him not to believe me, your master, when did I make a professional mistake?"

"That's right, Master, you are the best. Master, why don't you eat first? The mackerel that Sister Lin brought is still half in the refrigerator, and it can make dumplings for several people."

"You can have this, let's go, let's do it together, and we won't give it to old man Ding, and he will starve to death."

"Wow, Master, you are so stingy."

"That's how you know? It's too late!"

After An Xin made such a mess, his anger dissipated. Thinking of the scene of blowing his beard and staring with old man Ding before, he thought it was a bit funny. It's really interesting that two people who love to be serious professionally get together.

But now he is too lazy to think so much, it is rare to have time to cook by himself, and it would be boring to be distracted.

He kneaded the dough, chopped the stuffing with peace of mind, rolled out the skin of the dough, wrapped it with peace of mind, and wrapped two grates in a short while, and didn't go to the big kitchen to cook. He just boiled water in his small wooden house and boiled the dumplings. Mixed two more small cold dishes, waited until the dumplings were cooked, waved to An Xin, "Go and call Sister Fen and old man Ding."

"Master, you should go, you will be sincere when you go in person," An Xin urged, poking his waist and eyes.

"I won't bow to that stubborn old man," he pouted, "Go."

"You know how to exploit me," An Xin mumbled and left, and soon came back with a depressed face, "He won't come."

"Who?"

"Of course it's Mr. Ding. He said exactly the same thing as you, saying that he would never bow to you."

"Hey, this old man is really stubborn. He won't give up until he reaches the Yellow River."

"Master, aren't you also stubborn?" An Xin laughed.

"I'm sticking to the truth!" He said angrily. He really felt that he couldn't hold back his face. He sent An Xin to invite Ding Shuhuai to eat dumplings. No face.However, he reckoned that it was not that old man Ding didn't give him face, but that the old man couldn't bear to eat this dumpling himself, after all, he almost got into a fight two hours ago.

"Master..." At this moment, An Xin called out to him cautiously.

"What's the matter? Just say something."

"Why don't you send them two bowls?"

"I'm not going," he said, turning away.

An Xin hurriedly thumped his shoulders, persuading him as she thumped, "Then you can't just be so stiff, you have to work together, this is not a big conflict at first, but if it is not resolved in time, sooner or later it will become more and more serious." Tangled, it will be embarrassing to meet in the future, don't forget, Master, you still have to participate in the competition."

"But that old man is too stubborn. If it weren't for his age, I really wanted to kick him a few times." Of course he knew this truth, but he just couldn't turn that corner. Being denied by Ding Shuhuai in front of many workers made him feel very hurt.

Buddha fights for a stick of incense, and people fight for breath. People are all face-saving people. If they are refuted when they think they are reasonable, their self-esteem will naturally be injured.Under such circumstances, how could it be possible for him to take the initiative to give in.

But, what An Xin said is very reasonable, very reasonable, and he is a junior, and he quarreled with Ding Shuhuai's grandpa's elder to such an extent, it is estimated that Ding Shuhuai's self-esteem is no less hurt than him.

Thinking about it this way, he suddenly lost his temper, and wanted to laugh instead, thinking that the two of them were arguing like children, it was fun.

So without waiting for An Xin to say anything else, he waved his hands and said, "Okay, I'll go, I can't go, by the way, take half of the cold beef and take it together. Old man Ding doesn't eat much, Miss Fen But it has a good appetite.”

"Hehe, master is too open-minded. He can afford it and put it down. He's a real man," An Xin giggled, exaggeratedly flattering her, and quickly took out two portions of freshly cooked dumplings, and added cold beef and cold dishes. , Soy sauce, vinegar, and garlic, put half of it on the dinner plate and handed it to Xu Jingxing, "Hey, master, go quickly, don't make any more noise, and talk if you have something to say."

"You talk too much," he tapped An Xin's forehead, then took the plate, walked towards Ding Shuhuai's work shed, stood at the door of their work shed, took a deep breath before pushing the door open, but As soon as he went in, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a scene, which made him realize that it didn't seem to be the right time.

(End of this chapter)