When Sikong's bodyguards shouted for the second time, Sikong wiped the corners of his mouth and asked for a break and to discuss it later. Summit 23S.
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There was a faint smile and excitement on the corner of his mouth, but when he turned around, his face turned into one full of impatience.
"Don't you see that I am busy? What do you want me to do?"
Bodyguard No. 11 stretched out his finger and made the universal No. 11 gesture.
"speak English!"
"Your tofu noodle has been stolen!"
"What??"
Sikong quickly looked at the table where the tofu puffs were placed. The large bowls that originally contained the tofu puffs looked as clean as if they had been washed.
Under the table, there was a very round object with its butt off the ground, its body supported only by its two front paws, and it walked furtively without making any sound, with a condiment bottle containing sugar in its mouth.
When Sikong looked over, he was as calm as if he was standing in his own backyard full of eggplants, potatoes and peppers, not taking it seriously at all.
Sikong kept staring at it. Classmate Ha was a little unhappy. He opened his mouth, stuck out his big tongue and rolled his eyes at him. Unexpectedly, the condiment bottle hit the ground with a clang.
The husky boy was frightened by the movement, raised his head suddenly, and hit his head on the table again.
"Bang!"
Then he himself became confused, let out a series of pitiful howls, and rushed out with his two front legs like a rubber ball with legs.
Sikong couldn't believe his eyes,
"What did I see? Did that wolf just make a face at me?"
Everyone stared blankly at the husky that remained seated and ran wildly until it disappeared down the hillside, and then reluctantly looked back.
how exciting!
It is said that before the catastrophe, when the word "country" still had real meaning, for men in some developed countries, their wives, children and dogs represented the perfection of life.
Now that I have a dog, I only need a wife and children...
Lin Chou shuddered, shook his head vigorously, and marked the word dog with a big red cross in his mind.
roll!
How could such a random species exist?
This piece of shit is completely a draft made by some ancient great power when the creative wolf was in a drowsy state.
If these two things hadn't been needed to deal with the moles in the yard, Lin Chou would have turned them into a hot pot without hesitation.
...
Generally speaking, arguments need to be conducted around a central point, but now the arguments are so fucking stupid, it’s a waste of time to argue.
Lao Zhong shrugged, and his face instantly changed into the look of a wilderness hunter who had truly experienced the wind, sword, and snow sword, full of rigor and seriousness.
"Boss Lin, I want a sea stone flower coconut custard. Recently, I have been feeling uncomfortable and unhappy. I may have to break through to the fourth level. I hope this magical medicinal diet of yours can help me stay awake when I break the level in retreat.
mind."
The third level to the fourth level means the transition from low level to intermediate level. I don’t know how many evolvers have stayed at the third level for a lifetime, and I don’t know how many third level evolvers were unable to control the violent origin in their bodies when they broke through the fourth level.
Lin Chou nodded, "Okay."
"etc!"
Just when Lin Chou thought that Lao Zhong would say something like "Don't let me down", Lao Zhong first drew the card and then solemnly asked, "If possible, put a little honey or sugar in it... I prefer
Love sweets.”
Lin Chou staggered and almost fell down.
Sikong's nose was so angry that he said, "You are a rat-headed person, do you have any principles at all?"
Lao Zhong said calmly, "How?"
"You can eat salty coconut custard if you have the guts!"
"Why eat salty food? Coconut milk jelly is a sweet food."
"...Then why can't tofu pudding be a sweet?"
"Tofu curd is inherently salty, and the stems are connected to heaven and earth. This is the ultimate principle."
"..."
Seeing that the little boss was so frustrated, a group of bodyguards were so arrogant that they almost laughed under the table.
"Smile, laugh your ass off!"
"You, it's you, the one who laughs the most, tell me, should the tofu be eaten sweet, salty or spicy?"
The unlucky No. 11 was called, with a big stubble face full of muscle slivers, and the smile naturally turned bitter before it completely faded.
"I?"
"It's just you! Hurry up, if you can't tell me, next month's bonus and year-end bonus, I won't give it to you even if I buy it into meat buns and feed it to the dogs."
The mess in No. 11's mind was that one day I laughed so happily that I had never been happier. I laughed so much that I rolled on the ground until I was shot in the knee.
"Ahem!"
No. 1, who had a strange feeling in his heart, coughed twice solemnly,
"Well, young master, we are all rough people, how can we know that!"
Seeing that his little boss was about to say the word "deduct", No. 11 changed the topic.
"But I have heard a saying, I don't know if it is right or not."
Sikong squeezed out one word through his teeth,
"put!"
"Ahem, yes...someone said that the life of the generation who grew up in the upper city is beautiful and sweet, full of luxury and enjoyment, just like fine locust nectar, which is sweet, fragrant and nutritious;
As for the poor people in Xiacheng District, their life is bitter and hard. If they don't eat enough and don't eat salt, they have no energy to do the hard work. They are like the big grains of salt boiled out of the dark sea, bitter, but real;
The outer city is mostly populated by evolved people and hunters, with a wilderness-like wildness, like devil peppers, exciting and crazy."
"The whole Mingguang is like the same bowl of tofu puffs. If it is placed in different urban areas, the taste is very different. But whether it is salt, sugar or chili, after all, it is just the seasoning of tofu puffs..."
Both the other bodyguards and Lin Chou were shocked by what No. 11 said.
A group of bodyguards looked at No. 11 with particularly strange eyes.
"I said, Xiao Shiyi, I can't tell, you kid, I really belong to you."
"Who did you learn this from?"
Little Eleven scratched his head, "Um, do you know there is a mukbang called Brother Wuyou?"
"..."
Only Mr. Sikong’s face was not very good-looking.
"Eleven, when you said the last sentence just now, why did you rank sugar after salt?"
"I'm not......"
Sikong frowned, "Needless to say, next month's bonus has already been fed to the dog."
Xiao Shiyi almost cried and looked pitifully at the "colleagues" around him.
"Well, if I go to the production committee to complain to the boss, is it still too late?"
A group of bodyguards rubbed their chins and thought for a while.
"Well, as a second-level mutant, if nothing happens, there is no problem in living for another eighty years. Before you die, you will probably receive the acknowledgment of the commission of birth."
Xiao Eleven hugged Sikong’s thigh and howled,
"Salary, I was wrong about salary. It's sugar, it's sugar. Those who eat salted tofu are all bastards. I was wrong!!"
Sikong sneered,
"Get out of here and tell me what your salary is."