Evil Master

How can the old man talk to the master? How strange! But he's right“ Young man, would you like to have breakfast with me? " The old man offered an invitation. Breakfast for nothing? Duan Hongmin's heart is troubled again, and he asks whether the old man has taken a fancy to his own things? Duan Peiping, his eldest uncle, told him from an early age that no one would treat him well except his family, unless he had a purpose. But on second thought, the old man likes my shoes at most. If he takes them off, what else can he have? It's just a breakfast. I'll treat him“ Ha ha, good. I feel hungry now, but I don't know what's good around here? " Duan Hong said casually. The old man's eyes suddenly flashed a little bright, and said with a smile: "beside the West Lake, the most famous is baozi. The sauce and meat bun of the West Lake in the sea is even more famous. Young man, you've been outside for a long time. Don't you miss the taste?" What kind of West Lake sauce pork bun? I've never heard of it. Duan Hong was a little disdainful. After four years in kuchan temple, he had a very cunning mouth and was very picky about everything. But there are so many masters hidden in the folk, it's good to see them! There are seven or eight tables in the small steamed bun shop. At this time, almost all of them are full of people. Most of them are middle-aged and old people, and there are also a few office workers and students. The old man and Duan Hong walked in, and a gray haired uncle in the steamed stuffed bun shop quickly met him and said, "Mr. mu, you are a little late today. There are so many people. Would you like to make a table with others?" The old man blushed and said kindly, "it doesn't matter. Go and help you. I have a guest today. It's this young man. I'll have more according to the previous weight."“ Come on Uncle said and left. Duan Hong and the old man sit down at the desk of an office worker. Duan Hong observes carefully. This is a snack bar, or family workshop. However, the smell of the air, plus everyone in front of a bowl of chicken soup eggs, chicken soup rich, inside the egg flower floating, with pretty good. After a while, the owner of the steamed bun shop personally delivered two cages of steamed buns, and then served two chicken soup and egg flowers. Duan Hong picked up a steamed bun, carefully counted 22 folds, and nodded slightly. Nowadays, society stresses efficiency, and few people insist on their own principles.