Looking at the head chef who kept retching, Miao Qiang sneered: "I didn't expect that a restaurant as big as yours would do some nasty things. Not only did you deduct my salary, but you also stewed shit in our meals! I want to argue with you, you guys
You want to kill me! It’s so powerful, it scares me to death! Everyone here must bear witness for me!”
At this time, more and more people were watching, and all the people dining in the restaurant came around despite the pungent stench. Moreover, the phrase "I'll kill you to death" that the chef said when he appeared was even used by others.
The cell phone took the photo.
Watching everyone holding up their mobile phones to record themselves, and pointing and whispering at the same time, the chef said angrily: "Miao Qiang, don't make unreasonable troubles by spraying blood on others!"
"I'm being unreasonable? Okay, then you eat it and I'll admit that it's unreasonable." As he spoke, Miao Qiang pointed to the four pots on the table that were giving off a stench.
The head chef's face turned green after hearing this, and said to himself: "Who knows what you put in it? Only a fool would eat this smell of death!"
Seeing that the chef didn't speak, Miao Qiang secretly winked at Zhang Zihao, and then continued: "My friend felt uncomfortable after eating the food you cooked. I'm sending him to the hospital now. You'd better pray that he's okay.
Otherwise, I won’t be done with you!”
At the same time, Zhang Zihao looked at Miao Qiang's eyes and immediately understood. To say that this kid's ability to spray wildly is not something he has just blown away. A few days ago at the barbecue restaurant, he was able to spray the sky more than three meters high towards the ceiling. Today.
He seemed to have some good skills. After getting Miao Qiang's hint, he immediately covered his mouth with both hands. He skillfully stretched out two fingers of his right hand to touch the throat. His left hand was stacked on top of his right hand, blocking the movement of his right hand to touch the mouth. He just listened.
"Ugh!" a cry.
A spectacular fountain drew a beautiful arc and sprayed out more than four meters across the table. The chef was caught off guard and was sprayed all over his body.
His violent spraying was like turning on a switch for other people. All the onlookers were already retching from the pungent smell, and now they were stimulated by him, and they lowered their heads and said "vomit, vomit, vomit!"
He laid out the recipes.
Suddenly, the puddles of vomit on the ground seemed to have been mixed with mud! Manager Zhang was dumbfounded. After working in catering for so many years, this was the first time she had seen such a spectacular scene.
The head chef was even more miserable. While wiping the essence Zhang Zihao sprayed on his head and face with his hands, he lowered his head and vomited!
Miao Qiang's stomach was churning at this time. He suppressed the surging feeling in his stomach, took out a few hundred dollars in cash from his pocket, slapped it on the table and said, "Zhang, pay the bill! There's more, so don't ask for it.
Give your chef a tip!" After saying that, he picked up Zhang Zihao, who was still admiring his masterpiece, and quickly rushed out of the Yingbin Building.
After the two went out, they ran wildly, making three detours and two before reaching a secluded alley. When they looked back and saw that no one was chasing them, they stopped and laughed "haha".
"Old Miao, you have done enough damage. Yingbin Building will probably become famous this time!"
Miao Qiang smiled "hehe" "They all asked for it, but you, boy, are really good at spitting out lotus flowers!"
"It goes without saying that my brother risked his life for you. You are also angry. Where should we go now?"
"Let's go to the outskirts of the city and see if there is a suitable house to rent."
Zhang Zihao seemed to have thought of something at this time. He patted his head and said, "Why did I forget this? There is a bungalow near our shroud shop. Not to mention a single-family house, the key is that it has a complete house with water, electricity and gas."
We have everything from heating to meeting your requirements.”
After hearing this, Miao Qiang's face was filled with joy: "This is good. Not to mention the convenient transportation, it's also close to your place, so it's convenient for anything. Come on, let's go and have a look now."
The small courtyard that Zhang Zihao mentioned is in the alley leading to the Changqing Shroud Shop, about three hundred meters away from the Shroud Shop. There are garages on the left and right, and an old community behind it.
After opening the door and entering, there is a yard of more than 20 square meters. Since no one has cleaned it for a long time, the yard is full of weeds. After passing through the yard, there is a bungalow with two bedrooms and one living room. The house is clean and tidy, and it can be easily tidied up.
Bring your bags and come in.
Miao Qiang was very satisfied with the layout and environment. The landlord was an old man in his sixties. Zhang Zihao seemed to be familiar with him. After some bargaining, he rented the house to Miao Qiang for a rent of 12,000 yuan per year.
Miao Qiang was generous and gave him three years of house payment at once, which made the little old man extremely happy. After signing the lease contract and settling the water, electricity and gas bills, the landlord left the key and left happily.
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Zhang Zihao turned around in a circle and sighed: "It's still the same as before, it hasn't changed at all!"
"What's wrong with you kid? Why are you feeling emotional all of a sudden?"
"Hey, you don't understand. This is the place where I once fought. Every brick and every tile here carries my memories of the good times in the past."
Miao Qiang looked at Zhang Zihao who was filled with emotion and was speechless. He stepped forward and patted him, who was still staring in the direction of the bedroom, and asked, "What's wrong with you kid? What are you doing here?"
At this time, Zhang Zihao's eyes were red and he said: "Old Miao, did you know? This used to be Widow Wang's tailor shop, but she moved away five or six years ago!"
"What? Widow Wang? Is she the Widow Wang you told Jin Kemu about in the tomb the day before yesterday?"
"Ah, what happened?"
"Damn, thank you for having the nerve to ask what's going on. Damn it, your uncle, you actually introduced me to the turret where you once fought! I'll strangle you to death!"
Miao Qiang was speechless. He looked at the keys and the lease contract in his hands and shook his head. He had paid the money and signed the contract. It was probably too late to regret it now. What was even more tragic was that he paid three times for the room fee in one go.
Years, that is to say, in the next three years, he will live in the gun tower where Zhang Zihao once fought.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He turned around and said to Zhang Zihao: "You kid, soak the grapefruit leaves in water right now, scrub this place inside and out, and then put the whip on it and break it down. I think it's unlucky!"
"Damn, what about it?"
"As for!"
The two of them were busy working until dusk. Looking at the newly cleaned courtyard, Miao Qiang finally felt much better.
Zhang Zihao was rubbing his belly at this time and said with a grimace: "Why is Lao Miao still angry? Okay, you're a big man, don't be so stingy. I'm going to starve to death, and I've spit out all my lunch."
, now it’s really impossible to do it with your chest pressed against your back, why don’t we go back to the shroud shop to find some food first, and then come back and clean up after we’re full?”
When they arrived at the shroud shop, Jin Kemu was washing his van with a long rubber hose.
Miao Qiang saw this old boy with a bruised nose and swollen face, pouring water on the dried feces in the car while muttering and cursing.
Jin Kemu frowned when he saw the two of them and asked: "Where have you two been? You are so seriously injured that you don't know how to rest at home."
"Lao Miao just rented the small courtyard where Widow Wang used to open a tailor shop, and she will move here to be our neighbor."
After hearing what Zhang Zihao said, Jin Kemu asked doubtfully: "Supervisor Miao, don't you have a house? Why are you renting that small shabby courtyard?"
Miao Qiang shook his head and sighed: "You don't know, things around me are getting more and more lively now, and some things are not convenient for me to do where I live now." Then he told Jin Kemu what happened last night again.
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At this time, Zhang Zihao walked out of the store carrying two bowls of soaked instant noodles. After handing one bowl to Miao Qiang, he hid far away in the van, slurping the noodles, and asked Jin Kemu:
"Uncle Six, when did you tow this old shabby car back?"
"Damn, don't mention it. When we called for rescue, we had a good conversation on the phone. It would cost one thousand to tow it back from the mountain road.
But when the tow truck arrived, he changed his mind. He told me that towing an ordinary vehicle cost one thousand, and towing a manure truck would have to pay extra. If the price was two thousand five thousand, I wouldn't do it.
Aren't they trying to steal money? I only paid 4,800 for this van when I bought it. They just asked me for 2,500 to tow the van. I don't know what they were thinking! After some hard talking, I agreed to tow it back with 1,800.
Already."
Seeing Jin Kemu's face full of pain, Miao Qiang smiled and said: "Old Jin, if this old car doesn't work, don't give it up. Let's go to the second-hand car market tomorrow and buy one. I also want to complete the car. Let's