Gu Xianfo smiled generously and picked up the dough cake in the clay pot. The dough cake was brought by Xu Yourong and his gang. It was not a precious thing, nor was it from a famous restaurant. It was just a country pancake rolled out by a woman from her own wheat. However, after simmering it with the beef for a night, the hot and soft dough cake was also stained with a hint of beef. Coupled with its own unique wheat aroma, no wonder the old man in the coarse linen could be attracted by this smell and was covered with thick skin.

This dough cake was the largest left by Xu Yourong, about one pound and three ounces. After Gu Xianfu picked up the dough cake, he divided it into two pieces. He then took out a few pieces of fragrant and tender cooked beef from the clay pot and put it in the dough cake, and handed it directly to the old man in the sackcloth.

The old man in the seaweed was obviously very happy with Gu Xianfo's generous attitude. He laughed at the moment and stretched out his thick palm to take the dough cake directly. He couldn't wait to put it in his mouth and took a big bite. The dough cake mixed with beef just entered his mouth, and the old man in the seaweed was slightly stunned, and then his face looked extremely intoxicated, as if he was chewing some delicious food in his mouth.

Gu Xianfo just noticed the right hand of the old man who used to collect noodles and beef. His palms were wide and his bones were clear. Although he had been wandering outside for a long time, his fingernails were decorated cleanly. There was no trace of mud in the cracks of his nails. Although his palms were covered with calluses, there were no extra calluses or muscles on the tiger's mouth and between the fingernails. In other words, from his palms, he could not tell what weapon this person was using, even if he was practicing external or internal.

Gu Xianfo did not go into it in depth. After all, there are too many strange facts in the world. Meeting this old man in Mai today is considered a thousand-mile fate. The two of them are considered to be in a state of temperament and performance. They should not involve such privacy issues.

The old man in gray used food very slowly, and it seemed that he was not just filling his stomach but enjoying the whole process of eating. He looked fascinated and calm, and he looked like a person who was very particular.

While serving beef soup for the old man, Gu Xianfo smiled and said, "Old sir, your meal is really pleasing to the eye. An ordinary dough cake with beef makes you taste the taste of a restaurant hard dish."

The old man in Mai slowly swallowed the beef in his mouth in order, and then he smiled disdainfully: "The food cooks in the restaurant and inn are nothing. They are all carved from the same mold. If you eat too much, you will taste the same as chewing wax. It is even more boring to eat continuously. Only these foods eaten outside have their own flavors. For example, this beef and noodle cake. This beef must be an old beef, and the meat is a bit rough. Alas, the custom of some places is that you don't eat the ground beef. This statement does make sense. Fortunately, I didn't see this beef before killing it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to eat this meal. Besides, this bread is also considered to be something made by authentic small households. It tastes unique and tastes much better than the fine grain steamed buns made in the restaurant."

Gu Xianfo shook his head and smiled, handed the beef soup in his hand to the old man in a sackcloth, and laughed: "Sir, you are really particular about what you eat. You can eat a hundred flavors of rice. My father once said before his death that these people who are interested in eating are all people who are interested in life. People who have no hobbies cannot be compared. It seems that the old man is also a hobby and interesting person."

The old man from Mabu took the beef paste soup handed over by Gu Xianfo, raised it to his lips and took a sip, raised his thumb and exclaimed: "This beef paste soup is exquisitely made and tastes just right. Brother, you are also very particular about the original soup and the original food."

Then Gu Xianfo picked up his own bread and beef and took a big bite. He said vaguely: "What's the point? It's good to fill your stomach when you go out. Gu cannot compare with the old man. The old man is a free and easy man, and Gu is a common man who is plagued by mundane things every day. It's rare that he can take a break from his busy days to see the mountains and rivers. Even this breakfast is given to Gu. Gu took out half of the time to invite the old man to dinner, and he also borrowed flowers to offer Buddha."

The old man in gray pulled off a small piece of bread and handed it to his mouth, and slowly said, "Young brother is starting to test the origin of the old man? Hahaha, don't be nervous, this is human nature. The old man's surname is Wang, and he can't remember his name clearly. He has been floating in this world for so long, both good and bad, and he can't even remember his name clearly, and he doesn't know whether it's good or bad. He came here today, just to eat with you. By the way, he will see how the tree he planted more than 20 years ago looks like."

Gu Xianfo frowned and thought deeply in his heart for a long time, but he still couldn't find any information about the strange old man named Wang. He had to shake his head and talk to the topic: "Today, Gu met Mr. Wang, which is also Gu's honor. In the world, most of the grievances and grievances are unknown where they originated and where they ended. Now that the meal is almost done, Gu must say goodbye first."

The old man in gray sighed softly, put the last piece of bread into his mouth, and chewed slowly and said with a smile: "If you can leave like this, that's great, the old man doesn't have to go there deliberately."

Gu Xianfo's hands holding the Niuzao Soup were solidified in the air, and the hairs on his back stood up instantly, and a heart pounded. He took a deep breath and gently put the Niuzao Soup in his hand. His right hand was unconsciously placed next to his calves, and his face was calm: "What does the old man say this... what does it mean? Could it be that he came specifically for Gu? Gu doesn't remember that there were places that offended the old man in the first twenty years."

The old man from the linen stretched out his palm and carefully sorted out the wrinkles on his linen coat, waved his hand and said calmly: "Okay, okay, kid Gu, please sit down first. The old man came here specifically for you, but he didn't want to do anything to you. Take your hand back. The box tied to your calves is your last self-defense weapon, right? Take it back and take it back, don't hurt yourself anymore."

As the old man from the seabu said every time, Gu Xianfo's heart sank a little. In the end, he simply took his hand back from his calf. He knew that every word the old man from the seabu who could not see the depth was true. At the same time, although he could not see the depth of the old man, he knew that if the old man was really malicious to him, then in terms of the resources in his hands, he should not have the ability to resist.

Gu Xianfo didn't know why he came to such a conclusion, just like his previous intuition. He clearly didn't know what the reason was, but he still firmly believed in this.
Chapter completed!