National Goddess: The First Spirit Chef in History

Chapter 492

In short, the life of the spitting man is extremely difficult now.

If possible, he still wants his parents-in-law to live in the city, and his brother-in-law should also persuade him.

He only found out about the small building on Changqing Street in the last few days. At the beginning, he was forced to come here for dinner by his friend. He thought that the friend was trying to cheat his money. Later, he found out that it was his villainous heart to save a gentleman. He has a stomach problem, a very serious one, and he just came out of the hospital not long before he came to Xiaolou with his friends.

Then, after eating here, his entire stomach became warmer, and after a night of sleep, the slight pain left in his stomach completely disappeared, and then under the courage of his friend I went to the hospital for a full-body examination, and it turned out that my stomach problems for many years were cured! !

No lesions remained, as if his stomach had never been sick.

This is simply amazing, a good stomach, only cost less than tens of thousands of dollars, and tasted the unique food in the world, worth, so damn worth it.

He is also very grateful to his good friend. In his heart, he is about to catch up with his reborn parents. This friend is worth it.

However, when he heard that his friend detoxified directly after eating in the small building, and returned home with a stinky smell, he was both disappointed and wanted to laugh.

What is disappointing is that if he doesn't have this stomach problem, will he have the opportunity to wash his hair and cut his marrow directly like a friend, and be reborn? What he wants to laugh at is that as long as he thinks of his friend rushing home with a bad smell, he I can't help but think about gloating.

Then, immediately afterwards, he became a loyal fan of Xiaolou like a good friend. Xiaolou literally opened up his worldview and brought him a new life.

Xiaolou is actually not called Xiaolou. It exists on Changqing Street. It sells food, but there is no signboard. I know how to pass it on, and in the end Xiaolou Xiaolou called it that way.

Regarding the matter with his mother-in-law, he actually had reasonable doubts, because there are still a string of phone numbers hanging on the small blackboard in the small building, just to report some special incidents.

Although he had not been dealing with Xiaolou for a short time, he couldn't help but have a friend who was a frequent visitor and gave him various popular science.

He made the phone call, but he didn't know about the follow-up. He was in a panic, and he didn't call to ask casually. He was not stupid. He knew that the other party was not an ordinary person, not like him with two dollars. You can be arrogant at will.

As a businessman, the principle of making money with harmony has been integrated into his bones, and he will always act subconsciously and cautiously.

The reason why he complains here is naturally that he hopes to get some people's help, or opinions are fine, or else, if anyone has a connection, it's fine to ask him about the result.

Although it's cool for him to vomit, his purpose is not just to vomit for the sake of vomit.

Sure enough, after hearing his reasons, many diners were very interested, wanting to know what it was that could suck up the blood in a person's whole body. Those weird flowers and plants and animals that I have seen for myself are nothing more than a little trouble, and they are not as lethal as the thing that the spitting man said.

(End of this chapter)