Chapter 02 Can we have another bowl

"You don't have to be so polite to me. I didn't reward you."

Another man was surprised that the downtrod man who was sentenced to death by him said such a sentence to him for the time being.

It's the first time he has seen such a self-knowledgeable and even a little narcissistic person. At least he thinks so. Those rich young masters are not coaxed, but they are still very elegant in front of beautiful women.

After about ten seconds of cold, Zhang finally realized it. However, today's Zhang is no longer the old Zhang, because after last night's reflection, he has been angry and worked hard to ask for his daughter-in-law.

This is him, but no one can offend him. What's wrong with the downfall? He is not a beggar. Maybe he is not a depressed person. Maybe he walked too quickly on the way to see the young lady and fell into the mud pit on the roadside.

"So you are eating?" Zhang still looks good, because it's past dinner time.

"No, I don't have money." The downtrodden said naturally. At least he hasn't got the money now, he thought to himself.

"Ha, why don't you have money to come to the front of the hotel?" Zhang didn't get angry and laughed. He has rarely been angry with the habits he has developed over the years, unless his luck in the casino is too bad.

"It's far away. If you smell the wine and vegetables, come and have a look." What the downtrodden said is very organized and natural.

"Then you're right," Zhang's tone is no longer flairious. Which clerk will be polite to people who have no tips, don't eat, and are penniless. "We are the best restaurant in the town, but we need money to eat and drink." Mr. Zhang poked his three fingers and looked like a rich man.

"I know, so I said let's have a look." The depressed man simply raised his hands and narrowed his eyes slightly, looking very enjoyable, and did not look like a rich person at all.

"Then you want to have one, um... Let's have a look at Mei to quench your thirst. Yes, look at Mei to quench your thirst." Although we are not readers, we can still speak some words. Mr. Zhang was in a bad mood and was a little complacent when he remembered such an idiom.

"It is to quench your thirst, or smell the fragrance to satisfy your hunger." The downtrodden also seems to be a little literary.

Man Zhang doesn't hate people who are better than him, and he doesn't dare to hate them, because there are many people. However, a quasi-beggar who is much more depressed and penniless than him is actually better than him, which is what he can't tolerate.

"I said whether you eat or not, if you don't have money to eat, just leave quickly. Don't stop us from doing business." Mr. Zhang's patience has been exhausted, and he is still fanning the wind in front of his nose with cuffs, looking impatient.

"I didn't enter the scope of your restaurant. The place where I stand is the street." The depressed man stood straight and continued to enjoy his "delicious food" as if there was no one in front of him.

It doesn't matter if he is ignored, because Mr. Zhang is often ignored, but it is not tolerable to be ignored by a person with a lower status than him. But he looked down and saw that the downtrodden man did not stand in the restaurant.

Because there is a large piece of bluestone at the door of the restaurant, the depressed people stand there, and their toes are just on the edge of the bluestone. But he just didn't move, and it seemed that he stopped there all the way. Zhang was puzzled.

This discovery was not surprising to a restaurant, but began to be angry.

"Even if you don't come in, the smell on your body will affect our business." Zhang's voice began to rise.

"The aroma of your restaurant has also run out. Why don't you say it?" The downtrodden seem to be a little unreasonable, but there seems to be a little reason.

"Can the aroma and smell be the same?" The black line on Zhang's forehead gradually floated up.

"It smells good when you eat it, and it smells when you pull it out. It's no different." The depressed man was unwavering, and his voice was not loud. It seemed that his lips did not move much, as if he didn't want to waste a trace of strength.

"Then why don't you go to the hut? Why are you here?" Zhang shouted at him.

"I'm not interested."

Three words made Mr. Zhang choke and angry.

"Isn't that the same for men and women in your eyes?" Mr. Zhang is already angry and a little incoherent.

"In my eyes, there is no difference." The depressed man's slightly narrowed eyes opened, with an extremely firm look in his eyes. It seemed that the eyes were also a little cold, which made Mr. Zhang feel cold from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help fighting a cold war.

It's a hot summer day at this time. How can there be a cold war?

"Why don't you get out of here?" Zhang can't stand this person anymore and doesn't want to stay with him anymore, even for a second. So, Mr. Zhang broke out.

Madman Zhang rushed up, wildly, and pushed the downtrodden.

The downtrodden was pushed, to be precise, his clothes were pushed. And Zhang seemed to be pushing a big tree in clothes. The force of the recoil made him retreat constantly, and he almost tripped over the threshold, just a little.

Zhang, who had a hard time standing up, was also a little scared. What kind of person is this?

And the depressed man seemed to smell enough fragrance and turned around to leave. There was a crisp sound, which was very beautiful, as if it were a famous song played by a good instrument.

"Hey, wait."

The depressed man turned his head and looked at the woman who came out of the door, with no waves in his eyes. It seemed that he knew that it was her and would come out when he was about to leave, so he didn't say anything.

"Ah, miss." Mr. Zhang's bastard's anger immediately restrained, "This man..."

That's right. It's Ling Xianger, the daughter of the restaurant owner, who came out. As her name is, in fact, she has heard the scolding of the clerk outside the door for a long time. But she didn't come out immediately and just watched. She was curious about this person.

Without Zhang's words, Ling Xianger said, "I know."

"Are you hungry?" This is Ling Xianger's second sentence to him. Of course, he didn't say it to Zhang.

Hearing this, the depressed man turned around and his eyes fluctuated slightly, but soon calmed down.

"Hungry."

"Do you mind eating leftovers?" Ling Xianger smiled and said to the downtrodden that she felt that the man was very interesting, so she smiled.

How charming the smile is, which can't be seen in the eyes of the downtrodden, but the Zhang guy next to him looks like a pig brother.

"No." Now the downtrodden seem to cherish their physical strength more and don't want to say one more word.

"Xiao Zhang, get a bowl of food." Ling Xianger ordered, but he didn't react for a moment.

"I'm hungry." The downtrodden finally said two more words.

Ling Xianger smiled again. She thought this guy was too funny.

"Go get a big bowl." Ling Xianger told Mr. Zhang again.

At this time, Zhang realized it and hurried to get the food. This is the young lady's order to him, and it is rare to say to him with a smile, whether it's to him or not. Therefore, the food was served all of a sudden, full of bowls and all kinds of things.

"Give it to him." Ling Xianger said.

Mout Zhang quickly handed a large bowl of leftovers to the downtrodden. The downtrodden man was rude and took it over and ate it.

Looking at his devouring, Ling Xianger sighed slightly. The beauty was worried, as if the hot sun had darkened.

Ling Xianger said to Zhang, "If a beggar comes in the future..." Speaking of this, Ling Xianger couldn't help looking at the depressed person who was eating, but he was still eating, as if he only saw the bowl of leftovers in his eyes.

Ling Xianger turned her tone, "Or if you are hungry and don't have money to eat, you can bring them a bowl. Anyway, there are a lot of leftovers in the restaurant. It's a pity to throw them away."

"Yes, yes, yes." Mr. Zhang hurriedly agreed.

Ling Xianger just wanted to turn around and walk in, and the downtrodden man spoke.

"Miss Ling."

Ling Xianger turned around strangely and looked at the depressed people who seemed to be full of energy.

"Is there anything else? Can I have another bowl?" The downtrodden said seriously, handing over the already empty sea bowl.

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