The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Su Hao was suddenly called by his name. Su Hao looked back, only to see a guy who was younger than him curled up in a beach chair and beckoned to him.

Then he saw the sign on the table again and couldn't help but chuckle.

His bad luck is well-known in the circle, and his family is rich, he sees too many people who want to take advantage of him.

And this guy is so young, what can he do?

He didn't want to pay any attention to such a person, so he turned his head and left.

Wu Jun was not in a hurry, and said unhurriedly: "The scar on your forehead was dropped when you were one year old, right?"

Su Hao suddenly smiled when he heard it, and his pace slowed down.

Is this fortune teller doing a good job of preparation, it seems that he has been investigated? On this basis, he is a bit smarter than the speculators he has seen before.

So he turned around and came to Wu Jun, without speaking, just looking at him with a smile, wanting to see what tricks he can play today.

"You're welcome, sit down and talk, let's talk slowly."

"You keep talking, I'll stand and listen."

"That's fine," Wu Jun took a sip of tea from his cup, "what do you want to hear?"

Su Hao frowned slightly.

But before he could speak, his classmate Song Qiang said for him: "You are really weird. You asked our brother Ran to come over, but you don't know what to say now?"

Wu Jun smiled and replied: "Okay, I'll ask you, are you allowed just now?"

Song Qiang said, "What can you tell me? Just ask about these things and you'll know."

"That's why I asked what you want to hear."

Song Qiang was speechless.

Su Hao then looked at Wu Jun again, then saw the words on his sign clearly, and his good-looking brows wrinkled slightly.

"Can you count the next thirty days?"

"Very accurate."

"I don't believe it." Although Su Hao likes to die, he is definitely not a fool. "There is no prophet in this world."

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe it, you can try it, try it without charging you," Wu Jun smiled, "If you don't feel like it, we can also draw a bet and make a bet."

Su Hao pursed his lips for a moment.

Over the years, he has contacted too many fortune tellers. If there is no one hundred, there are eighty. It can be said that the routines of fortune-telling are almost good for him.

But the guy in front of him didn't follow the routine at all, he just bet on him.

interesting.

Wu Jun knew that Su Hao was already interested, so he didn't rush to urge him, but looked at him calmly.

In the end Su Hao said: "Yes, but I must say the conditions."

"random."

"Can't you count thirty days? I don't need you to count that long. We count today." Su Hao said confidently, "If you can count what I have for dinner today, even if you win. "

"Row."

As Wu Jun said, he took out the pen and paper, scribbled a few lines, and then folded it.

"It's all written on it, you can open it yourself when you have dinner."

Su Hao took the note and became more interested.

During this time, he was eating at home, and there was a special cooking Aunt. Before the food was served, who knew what it was.

Is this guy really so confident?

Still playing mystery?

"Haha, it looks like you are determined to win, as if you really know it," Song Qiang naturally didn't believe it, nowhere is there such a powerful person in the world. "

"It's useless to say more, it must be inaccurate, and it will be clear soon."

"Then what are you going to bet on?"

"This is also arbitrary, you can bet whatever you want."

"Okay, I'll bet with you," Song Qiang immediately became interested, "ten thousand yuan, how about it?"

"Yes." Wu Jun agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that he promised so readily, Song Qiang was also taken aback for a moment, and began to wonder.

This guy, shouldn't it be accurate?

But if you think about it carefully, how can there be such a powerful person in the world, if he can even count this, he still uses such a small stall here?

Already made a fortune.

Su Hao saw that the bet had already been placed, and didn't want to stay long. This was the first time in his life he wanted to know what to eat for dinner so desperately.

On the way back, Song Qiang drove in a good mood. He felt that he had won the bet this time. Although the fortune-teller might disappear tomorrow, it is always a joy to win.

"I guess you will lose this time." Su Haoran said suddenly.

"Huh?" Song Qiang was taken aback, "Isn't it possible? But brother, do you really believe that fortune teller is so good?"

"No, it's not that he is great," Su Hao said with a smile, "I just figured it out. Since he dares to bet with us so calmly, it means that he is at least certain. In fact, I need to know what dinner my family will have tonight. It's not difficult, just buy Aunt to cook."

"No, I'm so unlucky?" Song Qiang heard annoyed, "What do you do now? If your cooking Aunt is bought out, won't I lose it?"

"It's easy to handle," Su Hao took out the phone and said with a smile, "I'll call back now, and my mother will rearrange the menu for the evening. It's impossible for him to even buy it, right?"

"Brother wise!" Song Qiang immediately gave a thumbs up, "This way, there will be no flaws. I guess the fortune teller tomorrow will definitely disappear without a trace."

Su Haoran called to inquire about the evening menu in detail, and then rejected them all and asked his mother to make other arrangements.

At least three cold dishes, eight main dishes, and two soups.

Those who fly in the sky, those who run on the ground, and those who swim in the water, the southeast, northwest, and all tastes must be present.

If this can be guessed by the fortune teller, then he will really be convinced.

But obviously, this is absolutely impossible.

Although he didn't know what he was going to make, Su Haoran's mother arranged it. When Song Qiang and Su Haoran arrived home together, Aunt was busy cooking in the kitchen.

"Good Aunt!"

Song Qiang sat at the dining table, craned his neck and looked at the kitchen, like a hungry refugee.

"Brother Ran, can you open the note?"

"Whatever." Su Hao said indifferently. Anyway, the names of the dishes written on the note were either guessed or they were arranged by Aunt before cooking.

"It's rare to see you being so caring about eating."

Su Haoran's mother saw her son take such initiative, naturally very happy, and was busy serving food out of the kitchen.

The first course is eggplant salad.

Song Qiang had already opened the note at this time, looking at the eggplant on the table, unable to speak for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

"Eggplant," Song Qiang took a sip of water, "eggplant in cold sauce."

"I know it's a cold eggplant." Su Hao frowned, "Could it happen that this piece of paper also has this dish?"

Song Qiang nodded fiercely.

Su Hao grabbed the note and saw it read: First, cold dish, cold eggplant.

this……

Is it a coincidence?

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