Abandoned Master's Cultivation

The landlady's eyes lit up, "Oh, big brother, OK, my family is a soldier. I have been a cook soldier and a fourth sergeant in the army for 16 years."

"Ha ha ha." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile, "only the dishes from the army have this sense of massiness."

"Are you a soldier?"

"No." Jiang Wuchen shook his head, "my sister-in-law is a soldier, or a member of the Jiaolong special team."

Hearing the name, the man at the door of the stall trembled and couldn't help glancing back. It happened that Jiang Wuchen also turned his head and looked at him. The two men looked at each other. The man quickly turned his head, grabbed the iron pot with his thick arm and scrambled it.

"Fourth sergeant, if you retire, give a lot of money?" Jiang Wuchen looked at the landlady and said.

The landlady smiled bitterly, "in theory, there should be a lot." I'm afraid it's hard to tell if she didn't go on.

Not long after, a large pot of blood came up. The smell of minced garlic mixed with pepper choked my nose. The typical taste of large food stalls was full of weight, which made people's appetite open.

Li Li took a chopstick and said, "Wow, this is one of the few authentic Mao xuewang I've ever eaten. Although it's spicy, it's not the kind of spicy I can't accept, and it doesn't choke my nose at all. Given so many portions, the four of us can't finish it."

The landlady also felt a little too much. She gathered outside and said, "are you really willing to see that these little girls are beautiful, add an extra ingredient and put so much peanut oil..."

The man picked up the jar next to him. It contained rich tea. There were half of the bottles of tea alone. He unscrewed the lid. He drank most of it with a bang. Some broken tea foam was spitting on the ground, with a smile of no explanation and no answer on his face.

"Hum!" the landlady snorted coldly.

The man smiled, "today, I'm in a good mood."

"What a sweater. It snowed all day and there was no business. Alas, the pangs are coming to rush the house again today. We may not stay here long."

The man said, "then move away. The price is right." he began to fire again.

The landlady asked, "what are you doing?"

"Add a dish to them!"

"Eh?" the landlady's face suddenly darkened, "you're crazy. Give them food!! that share of Mao xuewang is usually enough for two. You dead lame, what's the nerve? Your son is still in the hospital, and the medical expenses are five or six thousand a day..."

The boss's face was cold. The landlady was wronged and wanted to shed tears, but she didn't dare to speak.

"Doesn't he want fried noodles?" said the boss.

"Who?" the landlady was stunned, looked back at Jiang Wuchen inside, and then turned her head, "do you know him?"

The man shook his head, "I don't know." he said, put oil into the hot pot, add non GM peanut oil, saute onion, ginger and garlic, and put shrimp, clam meat and beef into the pot.

The landlady shook her head, "he wants at least one fried noodles!"

"This is the supreme version," the man said. Then he began to turn the iron pot, add noodles, soy sauce and vegetables, and quickly stir fry out the air and out of the pot.

"Take it."

The landlady sighed, "you're crazy that you spent 20 yuan on prawns for five yuan of fried noodles." then she went in and put the fried noodles in front of Jiang Wuchen.

"Wow..."

As soon as the fried noodles came out, they immediately attracted the attention of the three girls and marveled one by one. In the air, the compound fragrance of prawns mixed with beef and minced garlic was emitted.

Even Jiang Wuchen was surprised, "I've eaten fried noodles all my life and haven't seen anything like this. Landlady, five yuan a share, don't lose money?"

The landlady said angrily, "I'm out of my mind. He said it was the supreme version."

"Hahaha, good, good." Jiang Wuchen said with a smile. He looked at the man outside again. The man limped, with an iron joint on one leg. When walking, he made a click sound and washed on the water pipe with an iron pot.

"I don't want mutton soup. Give me some fried noodles. I can't finish packing." Zhong Zhenzhen said.

"Here's three!" Li Li said with Jiang Wuchen's chopsticks and shrimp in her mouth.

The landlady's face was almost green. "You can talk about it after you eat. Do you win?"

Jiang Wuchen laughed, "OK."

Just then, a black maiteng car drove over, facing the door of the big gear, stopping very domineering. The door opened and four men in black came down.

The first one is wrapped in a down vest, thin leg pants, sandalwood beads and Rolex black water ghost on his wrist, and a black leather bag under his armpit. After getting off the bus, he shrinks into a ball and shakes three steps. He is a typical social person.

The three men around him were all inch heads and sharp eyes. They were not ordinary thugs.

Seeing these people get off the bus, the boss's wife immediately faced a great enemy, "Oh, my God, this is not a handsome man. Why will he come here? Have you had dinner?"

The man in the waistcoat ignored it and glanced inside the stall. A surprised expression appeared on his face. Unexpectedly, someone came in and sat down next to Jiang Wuchen's table. "I wipe it. It's really paralytic. Lame, I haven't seen this kind of dish before. Give me one."

The man shook his head, "there's no food..."

"You're paralyzed, you say..." an inch stood up and got angry.

The landlady hurriedly said, "don't be angry, handsome boy. Yes, yes. I'll buy it for you now. Smoke. Don't be impatient." then she took out her cigarette and ran out.

"The Pang family let him come again. Don't make trouble. Do it quickly." the landlady said helplessly.

The boss shook his head, "be a hair!"

"You... Hum, if you don't do it, I'll do it." the landlady was angry. "We can't mess with these people. If you want to be the boss, you go! I earn money to see my son. I don't know what hardship I suffered and what crime I suffered in my last life. Why... I like you, a dead lame!"

Four men in waistcoat smoked at a table. The ventilation here was bad, the smoke was pungent, and Li Qing coughed a few times.

Ma Jianan smiled and deliberately teased her with a puff of smoke. "Little sister, is that school from Qizhou film and television art vocational college?"

"Ignore him." Zhong Zhen said coldly.

"You have a character, I like it. I wipe it. Little sister, your legs are really long." the vest man smiled. Then he looked at Jiang Wuchen, coughed twice, squeezed out a mouthful of thick phlegm from his trachea and spit on Jiang Wuchen's legs.

Jiang Wuchen reacted quickly. As soon as his legs were closed, he avoided the sputum.

"I wipe it. I'm sorry. Oh, it's far away." the waistcoat man said politely.

Zhong Zhen Zhen slammed and clapped his hands on the table, "you did it on purpose!"

Ma Jianan said with a smile, "I didn't mean to play."

"You did it on purpose."

One of them stood up, "wipe, what if it's intentional! Come and bite me?" he straightened his waist and exposed Hermes's belt.