Before Zimu finished speaking, he felt someone pinching his neck, and then the scene in front of him changed and he flew into the inn.
Jingzhou threw the little fat man aside with one hand and said with a smile: "Your name is Zimu? You are not a big man, but you have a quite bad temper."
Jingzhou looked back and forth at the little fat man in front of him, and he found that the face was quite similar to the one in his memory.
At this moment, he finally understood why the little fat man in front of him could later become the leader and bully in the "zi" generation.
There is still a lot of time before the plot begins, and this little fat man has become a Confucian disciple.
Counting from now on, wouldn't it mean that this little fat man has been staying in Little Saint Xian Manor for more than ten years?
It has been more than ten years since I graduated from Xiaoshengxian Village successfully, but this little fat guy is also amazing!
He successfully pushed away one senior brother after another. In front of a group of junior brothers, he was the biggest one!
"You...you...who are you!"
"Let me tell you, I am a Confucian disciple. If...you...dare to...hurt me, I..."
The arrogance on Zimu's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of horror. The moment he was caught before, it was so fast that he had no time to think.
Now his butt felt even more cracked, and the meat behind it was burning and painful.
"Oh, little fat man, what do you want?" Da Siming chuckled, and Zimu was so frightened that he hurriedly kicked his legs and stepped back some distance.
He swallowed, but the next words fell back into his stomach.
This woman made him feel scarier than the leader, especially her hands, which looked like they were stained with blood. The strange patterns on them seemed to have come to life, turning into eyes staring at him, which made him feel sad.
hairy.
"I...I...I'm not good anymore." Zimu shook his head vigorously, stumbling over his words, and he was so anxious that he almost cried.
He originally thought that coming to Youyou Inn was just a chore. Although he had lost some status, it should be extremely relaxing. As long as anyone in Songhai City knew that he was a Confucian disciple, who would dare not give him face?
If he knew that there were these two people in an inn, he would rather be punished and copy "Guo Feng" twenty times than come to this ghost place!
"Oh, Master, it's a misunderstanding. It's all a misunderstanding!"
Cook Ding hurriedly ran down the stairs, came to Zimu, and helped him up.
"This little brother is a high disciple of Confucianism, so there must be a lot of misunderstandings here."
Da Siming stared at Zimu and said, "Confucian, is Confucian very powerful?"
Of course Confucianism is great. Together with Mohism, it is one of the two most prominent schools in the world, and among the top schools of thought! Although Pao Ding knew this, he did not dare to say it to his face. But he knew that nine out of ten of the people in front of him knew this.
He is a member of the Yin Yang family, so killing people is like killing chickens and dogs!
"Hahaha, this Confucian disciple is still young, so I guess he is not sensible. Isn't it called a person at this age that he dislikes dogs or something like that?"
Jingzhou smiled and said, "What Shopkeeper Ding wants to say is that people hate dogs?"
"Yes, yes, this man hates dogs." Chef Ding narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to Zimu: "This young master has a lot of people. Little brother, if you do anything to offend the noble, hurry up and tell the noble.
apologize."
"Shopkeeper Ding, you don't have to be like this. This little brother didn't bump into me. I just looked familiar to this little Confucian brother. Okay, the weather is nice today, so I just went out for a walk to see the beautiful scenery in the city."
After drinking all the tea in the cup, Jing Zhou turned around and walked out.
"Haha", Da Siming glanced at Zimu again, then followed him and walked out.
"Wow!......"
As soon as the two of them went out, Zimu suddenly grinned and burst into tears. He never imagined that the man grabbed him because he thought he looked familiar.
Isn’t this an unforeseen disaster!
Looks familiar, looks so familiar!
Master Zimu swears that he has never seen this man and woman before!
Cook Ding forced a smile on his face, patted Zimu on the back and said, "Little brother, fat man, I know you feel aggrieved. Come and try this pastry. Eat a piece and you'll feel better."
After saying that, Cook Ding picked up a piece of Jingzhou from the table, and Da Si ordered the two of them to eat the remaining pastry and bring it to Zimu's mouth. Cook Ding was very confident in his cooking skills, and the things he made were...
Cure all kinds of sadness.
After eating a piece of pastry, the little fat man seemed to see a rainbow, and his whole body felt like he was floating in the clouds, and then he stopped crying.
"It's delicious. I want to eat another piece. No, I want to eat ten more pieces!"
Cook Ding handed the plate to Zimu. Seeing Zimu grab four or five pieces of pastries and put them in his mouth, Cook Ding chuckled and said, "Young man, you are a talented person. Confucianism is indeed extraordinary!"
"Ding... Shopkeeper, you are not bad. My son... Mu acts so... low-key, but you think he is extraordinary!" Zi Mu chewed hard, then swallowed the pastry into his stomach with a gulp, and held it back.
He puffed out his chest and raised his head again, looking very proud.
If it weren't for the tears still hanging on Zimu's face, it would seem that he wasn't the one crying before.
"Hahaha, that's it, how can you hide your talent like this little brother! I don't know what's going on with you coming to my inn, Big Fatty?"
"Oh, why did you forget this? It was an order from the headmaster, saying that there will be distinguished guests coming to Xiaoshengxian Manor recently, and there are some dishes that need to be prepared by shopkeeper Ding..."
Songhai City in the daytime is a different scene compared to the thousands of lights at night.
A small river divides the city into two, and there are small boats floating on the river.
There are various shops on both sides of the river, including wine shops, inns, teahouses, and pharmacies. Near the middle, there is a place of fireworks and romance.
Flags with the names of the shops were hung in front of the shops. When the wind blew, the flags fluttered. Occasionally, seagulls flew across the sky, leaving behind a cry.
Pedestrians were walking shoulder to shoulder on the road paved with bluestones. Some were carrying baskets, some were carrying poles, and some were leading horses.
Stalls were set up one after another in front of the shop, and the shouts could not be heard.
“Take a look at the fresh grass carp you just caught~”
"Come on, roast chicken, roast chicken, come and take a look~"
"Vegetables, vegetables, fresh vegetables, come and take a look~"
"The noodle seller, the noodle seller~"
Jingzhou came to the noodle seller's stall, bought a noodle man from the stall, and handed it to Da Siming: "Doodle man, I don't know if you like it or not."
"My subordinates like it."
Da Siming took the noodle carefully, as if it was not a noodle but a treasure.
Jingzhou bought another Noodler from the stall, pulled the face of the Noodler with his hand, and in a moment changed the face of the Noodler, and said with a smile: "This is the Noodler."
It looks like, if you hold it so carefully, wouldn't it mean that you have nothing to play with?"
After saying that, Jingzhou squeezed again, stretching the face man's figure to a large extent.