covet her

Chapter 142 The Uncle Is Still Your Uncle

Shi Sang didn't care about Shen Wang's perfunctory attitude, he dragged Xie Yan to sit down together: "Since we met, let's eat together, Xixi?"

He looked at Lin Shixi with a smile.

Lin Shixi responded very readily, since he was eating anyway, there was no difference if there were two more people or two less people, and Shi Sang was still loved by everyone, a pistachio with flowers blooming, and where he was, the atmosphere was always there. It is extraordinarily relaxed and harmonious.

Shi Sang went to the cashier to order two bowls of beef noodles, but he didn't come over after ordering, so he leaned against the cashier and chatted with the old man: "Grandpa, I have a question that I have wanted to ask you for a long time. You opened this store Make money?"

Beef noodles cost five yuan a bowl, and the price hasn’t risen in four or five years. The beef in the bowl is at least half a catty, and the beef on the market is sold at 81 catties.

Every time a bowl of beef noodles is sold in this store, it has to lose 50 yuan.

Is there anyone else doing business like this?

The uncle happily replied: "No earning."

Shi Sang: "You still open this store if you don't make money?"

"Let's play." The uncle waved his hands happily, "My family has more than a dozen apartments in the urban area, and the rent alone is 80 million a month. I don't expect this store to make money."

Shi Sang: "..."

excuse me.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

There were not many customers in the store at this time, and the uncle was biting an unlit cigarette in his mouth, leaning one elbow on the cashier counter, chatting with the customers with great interest.

Lin Shixi's table was right in front of the cash register, and the four of them didn't have school uniforms, so they couldn't tell if they were students. They probably thought that Xie Yan was quite talkative, and the uncle had been chasing him to ask questions. Xidi: "Baby, how old are you this year? Do you have a date? Are you married?"

Xie Yan just wanted to have a quiet meal, and gave a very perfunctory answer: "Well, I'm just forty this year, I don't have a partner now, I have had one before, I have been divorced three times, I have three children, and I will give birth to one at a time. The freshman and the younger ones will follow his mother, the one who is neither big nor small—"

Speaking of this, Xie Yan pointed to Shi Sang who had been dumbfounded, and said perfunctorily and politely: "Here, it happens to be a freshman this year, follow me."

"Ah, ah?" The uncle looked very shocked, pointing at Shi Sang with the cigarette-clamping finger, and asked in disbelief, "This, this is your son?"

Xie Yan let out a "hmm".

Shi Sang: "?"

Shi Sang's face was contorted, and it took him a long time to bear the "grass" that came to his lips.

The uncle looked at the two, with a puzzled expression on his face: "But why do I feel that you two look about the same age?"

Xie Yan showed a mysterious smile: "That's because I practiced martial arts, and my youthful face never grows old."

The uncle was even more shocked: "Ah, ah? You still practice qigong? What kind of qigong do you practice?"

"Wudang Taiji's beauty-retaining technique." Xie Yan said, "Meditate regularly at zero o'clock every day, absorb the aura of heaven and earth, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, persist for ten years, and stay young forever."

The uncle seemed very moved by what he said, with the dark cigarette dangling from his mouth, he rubbed his hands together and asked expectantly, "Then, what kind of Tai Chi technique do you guys have, do you have any training requirements?"

"Not sure." Xie Yan continued to say perfunctorily, "I'm just a disciple outside the sect, and I'm not in charge of recruiting students. If you're curious, you can call Wudang Mountain for consultation."

"Good good."

(End of this chapter)