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Qingdanhang Province, Fuze City.

The rows of food shops on both sides of the snack street waft a tempting aroma.

An old beggar dressed scruffy and unkempt, his eyes swept the variety of delicious snacks in various stores, and his mouth kept swallowing saliva.

Gollum~

seems to have been aroused, and the old beggar launched a protest in due time.

Finally, according to the impatient old beggar, he set his eyes on a roast chicken restaurant, and his eyes hung on the stalls with fragrant roast chickens.

Even though he was dressed in rags, the old beggar was not timid at all.

Swaggering up, he shouted at the boss: "Boss, bring the old man a roast chicken to taste." The

owner of the roast chicken shop glanced at him and said quietly: "Thanks to your patronage, one roast chicken is twenty-eight." "

This boss can also be regarded as having professional ethics, and if he puts aside other shops with bad tempers, he is afraid that if he opens his mouth, he will come to a smelly beggar and roll Lao Tzu."

"Good to say, good to say."

The old beggar smiled and pretended to whistle, but suddenly his eyes came back quickly.

I grabbed a roast chicken and bit it, tore off a large piece of meat, and smacked it with relish.

That speed can be described as between electric light and flint, moving clouds and flowing water in one go, without dragging mud and water at all, so fast that the boss did not react.

"What are you doing! Ouch!

After the reaction, the owner of the roast chicken shop was stunned, stomped on the floor and glared.

Are all the beggars so unscrupulous now?!

In broad daylight, he actually forcibly ate the overlord chicken!?

"Hmm... Hmm..." the

old beggar instructed incoherently while feasting, "Boss... Well, you chicken is okay with anything else... It's the taste, well, it's also a little lighter, this is not good next time to improve, old man hmm... The taste is heavy, and I don't like to eat light. "

“？？？"

The owner of the roast chicken shop has a green face, Lao Wang bastard, Lao Tzu hasn't said anything about you eating overlord chicken, but you picked fault on me?!

Regardless of three seven twenty-one, the boss ran out directly and reached out to catch the old beggar, but seeing that his face was oily with oil, the hand that grabbed out suddenly stopped.

Old king bastard, really buried.

He could only raise his voice and shout: "You must give the money for this roast chicken today, otherwise you won't want to leave!" He

deliberately shouted loudly, just to attract the attention of people nearby, so that the old beggar had nowhere to run.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar didn't want to run at all, sat directly on the ground, holding the roast chicken and nibbling with relish, sighing at the bones, and not letting go of a little bit of meat on it.

"Little boss, your craft is not very good... Well, old man, I have eaten countless chickens in my life... You roast chicken, you can't even rank in the name. The

old beggar ate while not forgetting to comment on it.

There are more and more melon-eating people gathered on the side, and their expressions are very wonderful when they see this scene.

"The bad old man runs the train with his mouth full, and there are countless chickens you have eaten like this, I tell you, you don't want to lose any of the roast chicken money today!"

The owner of the roast chicken shop laughed angrily, if it weren't for the fact that he was in front of everyone, he really wanted to kick this old Wang Ba Lamb.

The old beggar ignored him and nibbled on the roast chicken with his own care.

I don't know if it's because I'm hungry or if my appetite is already big.

After a while, the whole roast chicken was eaten by the old beggar, and only chicken bones were left.

"Interval~

" The old beggar patted his stomach and burped with satisfaction: "When you are full, fill your stomach, and your mood is good."

"Just be in a good mood, then you can settle the account now."

The owner of the roast chicken shop had been waiting for a long time, glaring at him and saying, "One roast chicken is twenty-eight, hurry up and give money!"

"What twenty-eight, the old man doesn't understand."

The old beggar shook his head.

"So, you want to eat overlord chicken!?"

Hearing this, the owner of the roast chicken restaurant couldn't help but grit his teeth.

Although he had expected this scene for a long time, he saw the old beggar eating the overlord meal and still looked righteous, and he was suddenly angry.

"Tell me nonsense, how can the old man pay the bill?"

The old beggar said seriously: "In this way, the old man will not eat your chicken in vain, you hire me to come to your store, old man, I have a unique roast chicken secret that can be taught to you, and I promise to make your roast chicken rise a few notches, and it will be popular ten miles and eight streets!"

"In terms of wages, you look at the pay, but the old man picks his mouth, how about you arrange good food for me three meals a day?"

He hugged his chest and looked very proud.

Burst.

Hearing this, the melon-eating masses almost didn't hold back, covering their eyes to show that they didn't see.

Where did this old beggar come from, it's really funny.

Of course, for the theater this is amusement, but for the rotisserie restaurant owner, it is a complete humiliation.

It's good that this is not to be said, and it directly ignited the owner of the roast chicken shop.

"Lao Wang bastard, I see that you are tired and crooked, I really think Lao Tzu is a bully!?"

The owner of the roast chicken shop, who could no longer bear it, rolled up his sleeves and looked like he wanted to squash the old beggar.

I think he was also a campus bully when he was young, and he dared to block the elementary school door alone when he was in high school, where did he experience this kind of sacking?

Being humiliated by an old beggar close to the face, uncle can endure, aunt can't bear it!

"Wait a minute!"

Just when the atmosphere was not smelling of gunpowder, a teenager stepped forward.

"The boss has something to say, I helped him pay for this grandfather's roast chicken!"

The boy's eyebrows are clear, and he looks seventeen or eight years old, which makes people feel like an honest child at a glance.

But as soon as he said this, the originally tense atmosphere eased a lot.

The owner of the roast chicken shop, who was originally hot-headed, suddenly calmed down by this beating, and this really had to do a set of tricks for the old beggar, but it became his problem.

Sighing, the boss waved his hand and said, "Forget it, pay the money, hurry up and let this old guy go away, I'm not welcome to come back next time."

The young man Lisuo scanned the code and paid, picked up the old beggar sitting on the ground, and whispered: "Grandpa, I have already paid the money, let's go quickly."

The old beggar reached out and smeared a handful of oil on the young man's face, and said with a smile: "You little baby is good, a sincere person." The

corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Is this grandfather intentional or careless, let's just say, why do you wipe such a greasy hand on your face?

I was slandered in my heart, but I still helped the old beggar to leave the roast chicken shop for a long time.

"Grandpa, you take these two hundred yuan in cash, and you will buy food when you are hungry in the future."

The young man took out two hundred yuan from his body and said seriously: "My family lives in the nearby Qingfeng Yayuan community, if you have no money to buy food in the future, go to me, and you must not eat the overlord meal again, this will not affect well."

"What's your name, little baby?"

The old beggar did not take the money, but asked him instead.

"My name is Yuan Ming, Yuan An who lies high, Ming who knows righteousness."

The boy didn't think to answer.

"Yuan An lies high, deeply aware of righteousness, haha, you little baby has the potential of this high wind and bright festival."

The old beggar smiled, then paused, and shook his head: "But your character is also prone to suffer big losses in the future."

"Why?"

Yuan Ming asked suspiciously.

The old beggar was about to answer, but he heard a sudden violent movement in the distance.

Then there was an exclamation.