Although he couldn't understand the other party's curse words, the mute could still make a general guess.
He looked at Mr. Hong and said stutteringly:
"Master, Master, he scolded you..."
Mr. Hong didn't care, he smiled and said:
"Ignore them, they are just like the prince of hell playing tricks. They will feel comfortable for a while. They will suffer for a while..."
Mr. Hong's witticism made the mute giggle. The woman who ordered the food couldn't help but snicker.
As soon as the woman left, the mute stared at her back. He swallowed and asked Mr. Hong again:
"Master, Master, you said I can, can I pick her up?"
I found that Mute seems to have really changed since the incident with the girl in the white dress.
It's a bit like when I first met Master Hong. Whenever he saw a pretty woman, he would have evil thoughts.
Mr. Hong sneered and asked the mute:
"How are you going to run?"
"Single, single, straight to the point. I, I'll tell her that I'm attracted to her..."
"Are you tempted? What kind of attachment, filial piety? If she wants to ask you this, what do you say?"
The mute blinked his eyes rapidly, his face turned red from suppressing his anger, and he didn't think of how to answer.
Master Hong took the chopsticks and tapped the mute's head lightly.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you some advice. Remember, there is a seven-character formula for chasing women. It's called 'know people, read their hearts, and invest in them'. Do you remember it?"
The mute opened his mouth wide, showing his big yellow teeth, and nodded stupidly.
"The so-called recognition of people means that you have to judge in the shortest possible time what type of woman the other person is. Take the boss lady just now. At first glance, she is the kind of docile and obedient woman..."
"How do you know?"
I asked a little curiously.
"This is not simple. Look at the Xiangjiang man at the table just now. He is so picky. Although this woman is unhappy, she does not dare to show it. Of course, you can also understand that she is afraid of affecting the business. What's more, she is so young and has
What a beauty. How could such a woman be willing to stay in her family's small restaurant? She must have obeyed her family and took over this small shop..."
"What about reading, mind-reading?"
The mute asked with a pious look.
"This is the second stage. You need to be able to accurately judge the secret thoughts in her heart that she is unwilling to share with others. Take this boss lady as an example. Although she obeyed her parents' arrangements and took over the store, she must not
Happiness, this is mind reading. Do you understand?"
"How about taking advantage of others?"
I also asked a question.
"This is the simplest but also the most difficult. After you read her inner thoughts, whether it is words or actions, you must please her. In other words, your words must penetrate her soul. Your
Behavior must subvert her cognition. If you do this, even if she doesn't fall in love with you, she will at least treat you as a confidant and mentor, do you understand?"
I didn’t understand half of what I heard.
Looking at the mute again, his mouth opened even wider.
The whole person seemed to be in a state of enlightenment.
"Master, Master, Master Niu, Niu b!"
The mute paid homage and fell to the ground in admiration.
But I was still a little curious and asked again:
"But the way you ordered the fly legs just now makes me feel like a street gangster. How can such an honest girl have a crush on someone like you?"
"bias!"
Mr. Hong muttered.
"Remember, the more honest and responsible a girl is, the more she likes naughty boys. This is what I call a good boy, do you understand?"
People often say that there are specialties in a profession.
Just like Kanye said, no matter how hard Mr. Hong practices his skills, there is no way he can be as good as mine.
But when it comes to women, even if I study all my life, I still can’t learn anything from Mr. Hong.
While we were talking, our fried beef had already arrived.
Mr. Hong picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.
Then, he suddenly put down his chopsticks and said to the proprietress who turned to leave:
"Wait a moment!"
The landlady turned to look at Mr. Hong in confusion and asked:
"What's wrong?"
"Did you stir up this Niuhe?"
The landlady nodded awkwardly and said:
"The chef was just busy with the main course, so I helped fry it. Is it not to your liking?"
The landlady asked cautiously.
Mr. Hong did not answer, but shook his head slightly and sighed:
"Oh, what a pity!"
After saying this, the landlady became even more puzzled. She hurriedly asked:
"What happened?"
Mr. Hong looked at the other party sincerely and said sincerely:
"I just feel that girls like you who are so young, so beautiful, and can make Ushikawa so good may be almost extinct now..."
Mr. Hong said, looked around the store, and said:
"It's a pity that I'm stuck in this small shop the size of my hand..."
I know that Mr. Hong has already taken action.
But the landlady just smiled awkwardly and did not answer Mr. Hong's words.
At this time, a myna called out from the birdcage at the bar.
After taking a look, Mr. Hong said again:
"Actually, there are only two kinds of birds in the birdcage. Do you know which ones they are?"
The landlady shook her head.
Mr. Hong stared at the birdcage and said philosophically:
"A kind of bird in a birdcage, they think flying is a disease. For them, flying is like death. There is also a kind of bird, they are envious of flying, and they always have blue sky and white clouds in their hearts, even if they encounter lightning and thunder
They don't care either. But it's a pity that they are locked in a birdcage. This is the sorrow of birds and the sorrow of people..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Hong turned to look at the landlady and said again:
"I think you belong to the second type!"
Sometimes I really admire Mr. Hong.
In front of a woman, he can be long or short, round or flat.
He can be a bohemian prodigal, or he can be a scumbag who plays games with flowers.
But now, he behaves like a philosopher.
What he said was simple yet philosophical.
The mute was dumbfounded, and the landlady's eyes lit up.
But this kind of light disappears in an instant.
But I still know that the boss lady cannot escape from Mr. Hong’s clutches.