Abandoned Master's Cultivation

When the vehicle drove into the urban area, it was nine o'clock in the evening. There were people who had just left work next to the bus stop, all looking haggard and tired. Several luxurious clubs in the distance were full of lights and wine, which was the most prosperous time.

"Are you hungry? Otherwise, have a meal first?" Jiang Wuchen asked.

At the traffic light intersection, Meng youruo slightly landed on the window, and a smell of kebabs hit the stall in the distance, which immediately made Meng youruo miss.

"If I say we go to roll a string, doesn't it look a little low?" Meng youruo looks at the young men and women sitting around the stall with some envy.

The best years, she seems to have passed.

"No, it's not low." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "the string is actually a culture. People of different ages have different tastes. They are frivolous when they are young, aftertaste frivolous when they are young, and recall frivolous when they are middle-aged."

"Oh, they are frivolous. What about old age?"

"I can't move when I'm old. Stay at home." Jiang Wuchen said.

Just go. The lane where the vehicle is located is just straight and turn right. After turning the corner, the vehicle stops at the roadside. This small street is very long, full of large stalls and small barbecues.

In front of the stall, almost every family is hung with freshly cut mutton. The strong burning aroma of cumin mixed meat makes people's appetite open.

Sitting in the car, Meng youruo didn't move. Then he shook his head, "forget it. You said that two strong practitioners were hanging out by the side of the road and loading what 13."

"How can this be a costume? I just like the taste." Jiang Wuchen smiled.

He took the lead in getting out of the car, walked to the other side, opened the door and stretched out his hand.

Meng youruo smiled angrily. Instead of receiving Jiang Wuchen's hand, he grabbed his wrist. Fortunately, they were wearing ordinary jeans and sports short sleeves. Meng youruo was a light blue dress, just like a student couple in a nearby university.

There are seven or eight small tables and five or six guests. The boss is lame, with a broken beard and a bare back. He shows the Guanyin tattoo behind him, wearing an oily inverted coat, holding a cigarette behind his ears, and holding a sharp knife in his mouth. Mutton is flying on an iron pole. Soon, fresh meat is cut off one by one.

Next to the two young workers, they strung meat kebabs and then took them to the environmental barbecue.

In the back, the fat and freckled landlady came out with two barrels of draft beer. As she walked, her teeth clenched, her fat face turned red, and her forehead burst out fine sweat. She put the draft beer next to the two tables of young people. She breathed a long sigh of relief, picked up the towel on her neck to wipe away the hot sweat, and walked to Jiang Wuchen and Meng youruo with a smile.

"Oh, handsome boy, beautiful woman, you two are the best looking handsome men and women in my Liu Yimao booth tonight. Sit down and make noodles for me to attract more guests. Give you 20% off tonight. Handsome boy, the freshest sheep kidney? Speak out boldly. Men are happy without waist. Don't be shy."

Jiang Wuchen likes this kind of life close to the local atmosphere. The boss who smokes and turns around to say hello, the lifeless and smiling young worker, who is fat for the sake of the landlady of life.

This is life.

People are different from others. Jiang Wuchen thinks that no matter how rich he is, he likes this mouth in his bones.

"Ten big kidneys, four catties of roasted whole sheep, old vinegar peanuts, ginger Songhua eggs, patted cucumbers, and a bucket of draft beer." Jiang Wuchen said skillfully without looking at the menu.

He didn't know how much he had eaten before he died.

Meng youruo next to her is very novel. She has eaten kebabs, but they are all in high-end restaurants or restaurants. The ingredients are also imported high-grade ingredients. This kind of killed goat meat and sitting on the roadside are the first time.

She felt very fresh and out of tune with the environment. In fact, the eyes of the people around her also fell on her. There were several social people who carved dragons and tigers, and several failed women who smoked and drank and wiped their mouths.

However, these people just looked at Meng youruo from a distance, and there was at most a bit of envy and regret for their own life.

No more, I dare not think.

Because they all saw that Meng youruo came down from the black car with Jiang Wuchen. The car was very expensive and cost millions. What's more, the license plate was all numbers, only one letter, or a.

The most important thing is that the temperament of these two people is not ordinary at first sight.

They won't fool to come and flirt with Meng youruo and be beaten as tools.

Even if it is a dragon suit, we should also be a dragon suit with dignity, ideas and vision.

Draft beer up, deflate, pour.

Jiang Wuchen drinks up. In this muggy weather, a glass of cold draft beer is very comfortable, "ha, tut Tut, would you like a drink?"

"OK." Meng youruo was very novel, but she was not polite. She took it up and drank it, "Wow, tut Tut, the taste is very refreshing." then she whispered in surprise: "I heard that this draft beer tastes like horse urine..."

"Ha ha, you know what horse urine tastes like?" Jiang Wuchen said with a smile.

"Fuck you, I haven't finished yet. It's OK to have a drink." Meng youruo handed the cup to Jiang Wuchen, which meant another cup.

The landlady came over with Songhua eggs and peanuts. "Brother, eat and drink well. I'll add you a fruit plate later."

"Big kidney and more pepper!" said Jiang Wuchen.

"It's all right." the boss spits out the cigarette handle in his mouth, tramples it out, wipes the hot sweat from his forehead with his shoulder, grabs the chili powder and sprinkles it on the greasy kebab to stimulate a stimulating aroma.

Not long after, the hot kebab was baked. The boss came in person and limped to put the kebab on the small table, "brother, what's that? Ask someone."

As soon as the landlady heard this, she rushed over, "go away and ask what questions, which will spoil my brother's interest! Cut the meat, go!"

Jiang Wuchen suddenly saw a poster on the environmental protection kebab oven. On it was a little girl, about five or six years old, innocent. There were two people next to her, a cool smoking man and a slim woman.

This is the little girl's parents. The parents are the two people in front of them.

One became lame and the other became fat.

This poster has been incomplete and turned white by the sun. It's hard to see the content on it without looking carefully. Jiang Wuchen grabbed his waist and rolled it, spicy, fragrant and smelly

That's what I want. It's fun.

"Boss, looking for your daughter?" Jiang Wuchen asked with a smile.

The boss turned around with a touch of excitement on his face.

The landlady smiled awkwardly, "I haven't found it for two years. Hehe, this guy is crazy. When he sees the rich, he asks."

"What's your daughter's name?"

"Nan Nan, the name is Liu Yanan."

Jiang Wuchen nodded, inspired by the soul consciousness, and immediately summoned the four soul officials

Several people just saw Jiang Wuchen in a daze for two or three seconds. Then he recovered his look and said with a smile, "you invite me to this meal, son, I'll help you find it."