The System Exploded And I Became The System

"Hey, hey, hey!" The martial arts instructor frowned and stepped forward to suppress the opponent.

It was also during this time that two people ran out from behind the inn and controlled the crazy waiter.

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" A middle-aged man with a slightly fat body and wearing fine fabrics walked out with an apologetic smile.

"The kid in our store has something wrong with his mind. He goes crazy from time to time. Doesn't he scare you all?" The middle-aged man's words and gestures were much more normal than that of the waiter just now.

"As an apology, I'll give you a 20% discount for staying at the hotel. How about that?"

Listening to the other party's words, the expressions of the master at the door and the family members behind him softened a lot.

"Are you from the shopkeeper?" The master asked, grabbing the beard that was no more than two centimeters on his chin.

"Yes, yes, what are your orders from this guest officer?" the middle-aged man said in a respectful tone.

"Give us more than thirty people seven tables of hot meals."

"Okay!" The shopkeeper smiled and narrowed his eyes.

On the first floor of the inn, there are tables of dishes.

The master of the family sat with his eldest daughter, eldest son, and two wives and concubines.

"Master, I don't think this store is normal." The alert and low voice of the martial arts instructor floated in the middle-aged ears.

"Oh?" Gao Peng, the head of the family, looked at the martial arts instructor in confusion: "You mean that abnormal waiter?"

"Yes, but that guy doesn't look like the waiter in the store." The martial arts instructor frowned: "When I restrained the guy just now, I found that this guy is very strong, and he also has the skills to use a knife for a long time. Cocoon.”

"That's an expert, at least he can compare with the people in our escort team!"

"How can a guy like this, who can eat anywhere, be a waiter?"

"Your Majesty, your dish! This beef is the signature of our scalper town!" A waiter smiled and brought a steaming bowl of beef hooves to the table, which made the martial arts instructor pause.

After the waiter left, the head of the family, Gao Peng, pondered for a moment and then looked at the martial arts leader: "Logically speaking, this place is considered an area of ​​Wufang City, and there won't be those black shops that only exist in chaotic places. However, it's better to be careful. "

"When you take a break tonight, arrange for more people to stand guard."

"Yes, Master." The martial arts instructor nodded slightly and used a silver needle to test the poison in the fresh beef. After finding that there was no problem, he signaled that the master could enjoy it.

After a good meal and wine.

The eldest son at the table, Gao Lang, picked his teeth and burped: "It's so good to eat! Dad, I want to go to the town to play. I've been in the carriage these days and it's suffocating me to death."

"Going to play in the town? We will arrive at Wufang City tomorrow. There are many opportunities for you to play there. Today you stay at the inn and follow your mother and me. Don't run around!"

"Ah~" Gao Lang looked uncomfortable.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, at the table where the head of the house was serving, a pretty woman in her twenties suddenly vomited when she smelled the beef that was close to her mouth.

"Xue'er?!" This situation of the woman made the woman next to her exclaim in surprise.

Gao Peng, who was on the opposite side, also stood up slightly in surprise: "Xue'er?"

"It's okay." The woman waved her hands with a pale face: "It's just that smelling these dishes makes me feel unspeakably disgusting."

"The food is disgusting? Although the craftsmanship in this small place is not very good, it is much more delicious than our dry food. If I can't eat anymore, I can add two more bowls of rice."

Gao Lang scratched his head, with a look of confusion and gossip on his face: "Sister, you are not pregnant, are you? When you are pregnant, you are disgusted by these greasy things."

In this world, the style tends to be ancient, but the mentality is not that bound to the feet.

Some jokes are often told among relatives.

However, when Gao Lang said these words here, he immediately received two chestnuts from his father: "Little bastard, if you can't speak, don't speak. Go back to your room and copy the Evergreen Book twice. You have to take the scientific examination." , and just do nothing all day long.”

"Hiss!" Gao Lang covered his head with a grimace on his face.

"Maybe it's because you haven't had a good rest in the past two days. Xue'er, why don't you eat something light? These vegetables are not bad." The mother next to her put the vegetables into the woman's bowl.

But for cabbage, the woman still felt uncomfortable: "Mom, I just need some dry food."

"You kid." The woman sighed: "There is also dried meat in the dry food. If you can't eat these, just eat more dried meat."

In the inn, the atmosphere was lively with everyone chatting because of the hot food.

At this moment, another guest walked into the inn, attracting everyone's attention.

The man's hair was gray, but his back was straight.

A pair of eyes, like those of an eagle, giving people a sense of pain when they look at them.

"Master, this is a master!" The martial arts instructor lowered his voice and said to Gao Peng with a slightly solemn tone.

And this person was surprisingly Cang Poshi who had just left the border town.

"Oh, sir, do you want to work as a top manager or stay in a hotel?" The boss in front of the desk stood up and came forward.

Seeing the person coming, Cang Poshi frowned subconsciously: "Are you the boss?"

"Yes, I'm the boss." The slightly fat middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Where's Fatty Yu? I remember he runs this store." Cang Poshi asked the strange-looking man in front of him.

"Fat Yu?" The middle-aged man paused for a brief moment, then narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Guest, are you a customer of Boss Yu? A while ago, Boss Yu handed over his shop to me because it couldn't continue to operate, so I am the new shop owner. Yes, my surname is also Yu, sir, you can also call me Fatty Yu, hehehehe."

"Fat Yu's restaurant was passed down from ancestors. No matter how hard it fails to run, it cannot be transferred." Cang Poshi murmured, took a deep look at the new owner in front of him, turned around and left the inn.

Originally, he wanted to come here to ask Fatty Yu about the recent happenings in scalper town. After all, that guy had a friendship with him and he knew everything about scalper town.

But he didn't expect that when he went to that inn, he didn't even meet the other person.

Then go to the home of your named disciple’s wife.

His named disciple disappeared, but his wife was still there. Not long ago, she went to Ning Mansion to beg him to come and investigate the situation.

Thinking like this, while walking on the street, Cang Poshi's brows continued to tighten in a fit of discomfort.

There were people on the street, but in front of him, most of these people were unfamiliar faces.

Maybe it's because he hasn't been here for several years, and these strangers have all grown up.

Even though he was thinking this way, Cang Poshi still felt a strange strange feeling in his heart.

Following the route in his memory, Cang Poshi came straight to a house.

But when he first arrived, what he saw was a cheerful family of three.

If he remembered correctly, this house should be where his named disciple and his wife lived!

Who is this strange face?

How come they live here?

"Dad! I want to watch a show! Watch a singing show!" Among a family of three, the child sat on the adult's neck and said with a smile, holding a bunch of candied haws in his hand.

"Watching a theater? Okay, daddy will take our baby and mother to watch a theater together today, okay?" The man's voice was gentle.

As he spoke, several people were already walking out of the courtyard.

"Hello, excuse me." Cang Poshi stretched out his hand to stop the three people: "Didn't Huang Shu and his wife Bai Juan live in this place before?"

When the man heard this, he tilted his head in confusion: "I don't know, our family of three has always lived here."

After that, the man, his wife, and the child walked past the Cangpo Stone.

"Dad, why don't the opera singers sing in operas?" As the child walked away, a confused and immature voice came from a distance, as if covered with a layer of cloth and a little blurry.