The Unconventional Legend

Shang Qingyun's face was a little distorted, and said: "I really don't remember the specific situation, I just remember that a little fat man... standing in front of me, snowflakes were fluttering, and the cold wind was blowing... Then I found out that the little fat man... There was an empty space on the top of the fat man's head. At that time, his eyes were not good. I thought... this snowflake has never melted when it fell on this little fat man's head. After a closer look, it turns out that he is already bald..."

The smile on Jiang Changbin's face suddenly froze: "Brother Shang...you..."

"Hahahaha... just kidding."

Shang Qingyun laughed and finally made a joke of Jiang Changbin. He was in a good mood, and he said more.

"I settled at a small restaurant in front of me, a place I often go to, and the taste is good."

Jiang Changbin pointed forward, and then sighed: "Brother Shang, you say I'm... such an official, go to those high-end places, it's uncomfortable, just taking a picture can't stand it, hey... Besides, you don't need money or anything for eating, It's even more uncomfortable! Am I, Jiang Changbin, the kind of person who can't afford to eat cheap food?"

Shang Qingyun's face was flat, noncommittal.

"Besides, can a cadre as big as me be able to eat and please? Those people simply look down on others."

Jiang Changbin snorted and patted his chest: "I am a model of integrity and integrity!"

"Hey." Shang Qingyun sighed.

I feel like this guy talks a lot.

"So I simply asked people to book this roadside farmhouse..."

Jiang Changbin leaned into Shang Qingyun's ear: "...This store is actually opened by my brother-in-law's brother-in-law. Hehehe...Brother Shang, take care of me in the future."

Shang Qingyun was immediately annoyed, he stretched out his hand and nodded at him a few times, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "After a long time, are you waiting for me here?"

"Don't worry about eating here."

While talking, he had already arrived at the small restaurant. He pushed open the door and walked in. Jiang Changbin shouted loudly, "Liuzi! Xiaoliuzi! How's the prepared dishes?"

"It's ready, it's ready."

A young man wearing an apron ran out with a smile on his face: "Brother Jiang, I have prepared this meal for you for three days!"

"Fuck you! Three days ago, I didn't know that I would come to you for dinner. Besides, are the ingredients you prepared three days ago still fresh?"

Jiang Changbin exposed it mercilessly: "Don't do this kid! Let me tell you, if the food is not delicious at all tonight, I will revoke your license!"

"Ouch...you must be delicious when you come here."

The young man laughed: "If it doesn't taste good, you don't have to revoke my license, and leave a mouthful for their mothers to eat, you can just slap me!"

"You kid knows how to be slick!"

Jiang Changbin laughed: "Let's go, go to the room, today you, brother Jiang, I have a lot of money, and I will directly wrap up your small hotel. Don't accept other guests. Let me tell you, we are both masters, in case you drink Drunk and drunk, other people can’t stop our three punches and two kicks, this is the truth, don’t take it seriously!”

"Got it."

The young man agreed quickly: "Brother Jiang, you are here, of course I want to serve you wholeheartedly. As for the others... Who is that? I don't know hahahaha..."

"Get the **** out of here, don't hurry up and cook! I know you're good at selling."

Jiang Changbin laughed and cursed.

Shang Qingyun said indifferently: "No wonder no one else comes to eat in this restaurant. If you dare, you can book a restaurant when you come?"

"Brother Shang has a drink, it must be reserved!" Jiang Changbin patted his chest, and then laughed: "But I am also a big man...hehe, hehe..."

"Virtue!"

Shang Qingyun finally couldn't help laughing and scolding, and followed Jiang Changbin into the room.

In fact, the moment Jiang Changbin entered the room... He vaguely felt that he seemed to have forgotten a major event?

But what have you forgotten?

Before Jiang Changbin thought about it, Shang Qingyun had already come in, so Jiang Changbin had no time to think about what he had forgotten, and began to entertain him to ensure that he did not leak any flaws.

But the inexplicable feeling in my heart still lingers.

"Exactly...what did you forget?"

Three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

Jiang Changbin suddenly remembered, slapped his thigh suddenly, and said, "It's broken, it's broken!"

Seeing this, Shang Qingyun couldn't help but be a little puzzled, raised his eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Changbin looked remorseful, sighed again and again, and said badly.

He finally remembered what he had forgotten - before it was Tu Wanquan, he once asked the old principal to look at him, hoping to have a rough estimate of the result of this battle, and the old principal recommended Zuo Xiaoduo, more right It is quite respected.

And I was patronizing the gathering of this war, and I was so busy this day that I didn't even have a chance to eat.

Obviously, the old principal had told him several times about this!

Actually forgot!

But now that he has confronted Shang Qingyun, and it is already at this time, the arrow is on the string, why can't he send it, it is too late.

"Just thinking about drinking, I forgot that there are still things in the bureau that I need to take care of..."

Jiang Changbin forced a smile: "But it's already at this time, it must be too late, so we can only forget it, and we will deal with it tomorrow. Come, come, Brother Shang, let's go one more time."

He sighed inwardly.

How is this matter?

Suddenly I feel uneasy...

...

Just when Shang Qingyun and Jiang Changbin started drinking, Zuo Xiaoduo's house also had dinner.

"Miss Xiao Nian, did you remind Teacher Mu?"

"Reminder, I said it several times."

"Well, that's good. It's not easy for her to fly into a disaster, but as long as she avoids it in advance, she will be able to turn bad luck into good luck, and her death will be auspicious."

Zuo Xiaoduo grabbed the steamed bun and chewed it, like a hungry ghost alive, but in the blink of an eye, Wu Yuting just picked up a chopstick and before he even had time to swallow, Zuo Changlu's sip of wine was still in his throat The aftertaste of the effort, Zuo Xiaoduo has already eaten twelve steamed buns!

Zuo Xiaonian saw his brows and eyes curled up, and he only wanted to laugh.

Zuo Changlu and Wu Yuting were speechless, only sighing softly.

"In the future, we will be professional pig farmers."

Wu Yuting brought another pot of steamed buns to her son, shaking her head and sighing.

"Yuting, you look down on pigs too much."

Zuo Changlu squinted: "Pig, how can you eat so much?!"

"Ha ha……"

Zuo Xiaonian finally couldn't bear it any longer, and let out a loud voice.

And at this time...

Zuo Xiaoduo's complexion suddenly changed, his legs were even more tightly clamped, his whole body was unnaturally stiff, his eyes were bulging, his hands were firmly pressing against the table, and a steamed bun in his mouth pushed his cheeks. He became a gas toad, and he couldn't even chew.

"What's going on here?"

Wu Yuting was startled and blurted out.

Zuo Xiaoduo's expression was very strange at this time, his brows were tightly wrinkled, as if he wanted to speak, but his mouth was full of steamed buns, and he was unable to speak for a while.

"This... this isn't... sudden diarrhea, right?"

Wu Yuting was in shock, and immediately said: "Zuo Xiaoduo, I can tell you, if you really do that, go to the toilet quickly... Don't be disgusting at the dinner table."

Zuo Xiaonian became more and more overjoyed, almost laughing.

Zuo Xiaoduo kept this weird posture for half a minute, then finally relaxed a little bit, chewed the steamed buns in his mouth and swallowed them with difficulty.

Only then did he speak: "What a pit... It's that Lao Shizi suddenly came again, and there is no sign at all. How can I beware."

This sentence immediately made Wu Yuting and Zuo Xiaonian look wonderful.

Zuo Xiaonian's face was red, but it was hard to beat him at the moment, so he rolled his eyes and looked at them one by one, saying: "You are... controlling your true qi so as not to break through the bridge of heaven and earth? Encourage Dantian?"

"yes……"

That feeling is still coming in waves at the moment, Zuo Xiaoduo is already very difficult to support, but he is still very hungry, so he has no choice but to grab the steamed bun and chew it slowly, one steamed bun, he can eat two. More than ten seconds!

This eating speed is still fast for ordinary people, but in Zuo Xiaoduo, it is definitely the slowest eating speed in the history of eating, and it is definitely the first time in history!

"How many times is this for you?" Zuo Xiaonian asked curiously.

"I don't remember the exact number of times, but there are more than a dozen times..."

Zuo Xiaoduo looked at his arm. From what he felt, his dantian had turned into a balloon that could explode at any time, and the meridians all over his body seemed to be swollen, but from the outside, it was not. Still can't see anything different.

"A dozen times..." Zuo Xiaonian thought thoughtfully.

"Sister, how many times did you hold back at that time?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked while fighting against the True Qi in his body while eating.

"When I..."

Zuo Xiaonian rolled his eyes and said, "Many, many times, I forgot the exact number of times, who has nothing to remember about that thing!"

"Many, many times..."

Zuo Xiaoduo instinctively understood that ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ far exceeded his current times, so he couldn't help but work harder.

I was already so far behind Nian Nianmao, if I can't even surpass her, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up even more in the future.

Teacher Qin has repeatedly said that the more innate pulse pulses, the more beneficial it will be for oneself, and the more the accumulation of foundational foundations will be!

Thinking of this, a force suddenly appeared inexplicably, and all of the restless aura was suddenly pressed back into the dantian.

When the tossing came to an end, Zuo Xiaoduo suddenly felt relieved, and once again started to grab the steamed buns and eat frantically, and the eating speed was even faster than the previous maximum speed.

Zuo Xiaonian's brows and eyes are curved, holding a bowl of porridge, very elegant and quiet to drink porridge spoon by spoon, a few hairs fall down, reflecting on the delicate and almost transparent cheeks.

My eyes were fixed on the porridge and noodles, and I thought, I won't tell him, I only suppressed it seven or eight times in the past... Let this kid hold it back, anyway, the longer you hold it, the better...

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