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Chapter 12 Mr. Lu

Song Huanxi stiffened her neck and turned her head slowly. She clearly heard the clicking sound when her neck twisted——

Just in time to see Mr. Lu nodded slowly.

When she looked back at the center of the restaurant again, Scar had already let go: "Okay, then [-]%, no less!"

"It's all here, let's serve a bowl of noodles to the brothers!"

Boss Chi could only accept it with a smile. These dozen or so people, each with a bowl of fresh shrimp and wonton noodles, have been working for nothing tonight!

But it’s okay, adding [-]%, he gritted his teeth and accepted it, the big deal is that the time to sell the shop will be pushed back by two years!

Song Huanxi got busy again, this time there was no need to order, just wait for Boss Chi to cook the noodles and serve them in front of Dao Scar and the others.

This group of vicious guys, after eating the noodles, they are full of wind and clouds, and after eating the noodles, they lift their legs and walk away, as if there are evil spirits chasing after them!
Now it seems that Mr. Lu is that evil spirit!
Mr. Lu drank the cold coffee in one gulp, casually put a five-yuan note on the table, turned around and left the noodle shop.

Boss Chi frowned and looked at the mess in the room. Knowing that business could not be done today, he sighed and told Song Huanxi, "Clean it up and close!"

Song Huanxi quickly packed up the dishes, picked up the dishes, and sent them to the back kitchen. Boss Chi hired another grandmother to do the dishes, so she didn't need to do it.

Wipe the table clean, sweep the floor, turn the chair upside down on the table, and mop the floor again. Today's work is considered complete.

It was early today, and Boss Chi settled the bill according to the time, and gave Song Huanxi a two-dollar coin, which was heavy in his hand and very important.

The first reason why I like to work in Chiji: Daily work, I can get paid every day!

Boss Chi brought another pack of greased paper and handed it to Song Huanxi: "This pack of wontons, take it home for supper!"

The second reason why I like Chi Ji: There are often free snacks!

Song Huanxi took the wonton, hesitated, and pointed to a pile of old newspapers in the corner: "Can I take these newspapers home and have a look?"

These old newspapers were left behind by customers after reading them. The proprietress, Aunt Chi, saved a pile and sold them to scrap collectors.

Before Chi Bo could speak, Aunt Chi called out first: "No!"

Song Huanxi knew her very well, and immediately added: "I just took a look, and I will bring it back when I go to work tomorrow!"

Aunt Chi was speechless for a moment, but Chi Bo made a final decision: "Take it away, take it away!"

After a pause, he added: "Remember to take it back tomorrow!"

Song Huanxi: "...Okay."

Although Chi Bo is equally frugal, he is still much more generous than Aunt Chi. It seems that today's monthly money rise has really stimulated Chi Bo.

Song Huanxi, carrying a large bundle of old newspapers in one hand and an oiled paper bag in the other, left the noodle shop and walked slowly towards home.

Most of the shops were already closed, and it was the time when every household was smoking. The streets were empty and dark, and Song Huanxi couldn't help but quicken his pace.

Just after half a street, a tall figure on the side of the road came into view, and the young man's magnetic voice sounded: "Did it scare you?"

Song Huanxi paused, and Mr. Lu in front of him looked both familiar and unfamiliar. What was familiar was his appearance, but what was strange was his dress and temperament——

The buttons of the three-piece suit jacket and the vest inside have been unbuttoned, and the bow tie is also torn off, hanging casually on the collar.

The top two buttons of the white shirt were also unbuttoned, revealing the eye-catching Adam's apple and collarbone.

The bangs that were originally combed back were scattered on the forehead, and the eyes without glasses were bright and sharp.

Mr. Lu——

Younger and more aggressive.

Song Huanxi opened his mouth softly, for fear of alarming the young tiger who had woken up: "Should I call you Mr. Lu, or Brother Quanxing?"

Yes, she already remembered the name her senior brother told her——Daquanzai, Quanxing!
The only one who can make Scar with a group of younger brothers back down is his immediate elder brother.

Mr. Lu was stunned for a moment. On this road, he gained some fame with his fists, and even got a nickname, Quan Xing, but such a young girl who only works in a noodle shop can call him out. Nickname -

He lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment, and finally got the answer: "I didn't expect that Tie-leg Peng's junior sister is so young and beautiful."

Song Huanxi: "..."

Senior brother's nickname, is it called Iron Leg Peng?

She took a step back cautiously, being praised as young and beautiful by such a character is not a good word!
Mr. Lu couldn't help laughing, he coughed twice, and jokingly said: "Don't be afraid, girl, Xiao Ke, Xiao Ke just listened to the girl reading the newspaper for a long time, and today I saw the girl changing the original text without permission. Stay curious—'"

Song Huanxi was a little scared at first, but after being stunned for a moment, he gradually realized that this, this bastard is actually imitating her!

The girl was immediately ashamed and embarrassed, and there was also an indescribable secret joy.

Most of the fear of Mr. Lu dissipated, so that when Mr. Lu reached out to take the bundle of old newspapers in her hand, she did not resist.

Mr. Lu asked naturally again: "Which direction is home?"

The dizzy Song Huanxi pointed directly to the front of the street.

The two walked slowly along the street.

The heavy old newspapers were as light as nothing in Mr. Lu's hands. He asked casually, "What are you doing with this bundle of newspapers? Do you want to read them?"

Song Huanxi was a little happy. As soon as Mr. Lu came up, he asked her if she wanted to read it, instead of asking her if she wanted to sell it.

She was about to answer, but she heard Mr. Lu ask again: "Is it convenient to adapt after reading it?"

His voice is full of laughter and full of narrow taste.

Song Huanxi: "..."

This person is really annoying, he only picks people's pain points!

She hummed twice: "Read only! Do not change!"

Mr. Lu couldn't help but laughed again.

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Song Huanxi thought of Uncle Chi and his wife, and tentatively asked: "Uncle Chi's original monthly payment is already quite a lot, why today—"

The next second, the lazy young tiger suddenly entered the hunting state. Mr. Lu stopped, his smile faded, and he didn't answer her, but asked instead:

"Do you know how much Boss Chi has earned from me?"

He sneered: "Malay coffee is the cheapest thing in Hong Kong City. It costs me five yuan for two teaspoons a day and one flush with boiling water."

Mr. Lu stared at the girl with deep eyes, and said meaningfully: "My money is not so easy to earn."

Song Huanxi was dumbfounded. Boss Chi was selling coffee, and his heart was really dark.

The atmosphere between the two finally cooled down.

Mr. Lu simply handed back the old newspaper in his hand to Song Huanxi, "Isn't home far away? Go back by yourself!"

Song Huanxi took the old newspaper, thanked her, and turned to leave. Mr. Lu called her again: "My surname is Lu, and my name is Xingbang. From now on... you should call me Mr. Lu!"

Song Huanxi is as good as a stream: "Okay, Mr. Lu."

　There is another chapter tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)