Shang Qingyun's face was a little distorted and said, "I really don't remember the specific situation. I just remember that nineteen years ago a little fat man... stood in front of me, snowflakes were floating and cold wind was blowing... Then I found that the little fat man's head was empty, and his eyes were not working well at that time. I thought... the snowflakes fell on the little fat man's head and had not melted. After a closer look, it turned out that he was already bald..."

Jiang Changbin's smile on his face froze: "Brother Shang...you..."

"Hahahaha...just kidding."

Shang Qingyun laughed loudly and finally made a joke on Jiang Changbin. He was in a good mood and said more.

"I booked it in a small restaurant in front, where I often go, and the taste is OK."

Jiang Changbin pointed forward and then sighed: "Brother Shang, what a high-ranking official, I feel uncomfortable when I go to those high-end places. I can't stand it just by taking photos. Oh... Besides, it's even more uncomfortable to eat! I, Jiang Changbin, are you the kind of person who can't afford to pay and eat cheap food?"

Shang Qingyun's face was dull and he didn't agree.

"Besides, can I be treated as a cadre as big as me? Those people are simply looking down on others."

Jiang Changbin snorted and patted his chest: "I am a model of honesty and honesty!"

"Oh." Shang Qingyun sighed.

I feel like this guy talks so much.

"So I simply ordered this roadside farmhouse..."

Jiang Changbin leaned into Shang Qingyun's ear: "...This store was actually opened by my brother-in-law's brother-in-law. Hehehe... Brother Shang, take care of him in the future."

Shang Qingyun was immediately angry and reached out to him and pointed him a few times, laughing and crying: "Why are you waiting for me here for a long time?"

"Don't worry about eating here."

While talking, he had already arrived at the small restaurant. He opened the door and walked in. Jiang Changbin said loudly: "Liuzi! Xiaoliuzi! How are the dishes prepared?"

"It's ready, it's ready."

A young man ran out wearing an apron and smiled: "Brother Jiang, I have been preparing this meal for you for three days!"

"Don't you go! I didn't know that I was coming to your place for dinner three days ago. Besides, can the ingredients you prepared three days ago still be fresh?"

Jiang Changbin mercilessly exposed: "You boy don't have this set! I tell you, if the food is a little bit bad tonight, I will revoke your license!"

"Oh, hey... it must be delicious when you come."

The young man laughed: "If it's not delicious, don't revoke my license. Leave a meal for them, and you can just click me!"

"You kid knows that you are smooth-mouthed!"

Jiang Changbin laughed: "Let's go and go to the room. Today, Brother Jiang, I am rich and generous. I just booked your small restaurant. Don't receive other guests anymore. Let me tell you, we are both experts. If you get drunk and get crazy, the others can't stop us from punching or kicking. This is the truth, don't take it seriously!"

"Okay."

The young man agreed quickly: "Brother Jiang, you are here, of course I have to serve you wholeheartedly. As for the others... who is that? I don't know you, hahahaha..."

"Get out, why don't you cook quickly! You'll know how to be good at selling."

Jiang Changbin laughed and scolded.

Shang Qingyun said lightly: "No wonder no one comes to eat in this restaurant. It turns out that you can book a venue if you come?"

"Please invite Brother Shang to drink, you must book a room!" Jiang Changbin slapped his chest and then laughed: "But I am a big shot too...hehe, hehe..."

"Virtue!"

Shang Qingyun finally couldn't help but laugh and curse, and followed Jiang Changbin into the room.

In fact, just the moment Jiang Changbin entered the room... he vaguely felt that he seemed to have forgotten something big?

But what did you forget?

Before Jiang Changbin thought about it carefully, Shang Qingyun had already come in, so Jiang Changbin had no time to think about what he had forgotten and began to entertain him diligently to ensure that he did not miss the flaws.

But the inexplicable feeling in my heart is still lingering.

"What happened... I forgot?"

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

Jiang Changbin suddenly remembered it, slapped his thigh suddenly, and said in a lost voice: "It's broken!"

Seeing this, Shang Qingyun couldn't help but wonder, and looked up: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Changbin looked regretful, sighed repeatedly, and said terrible.

He finally remembered what he had forgotten - for the sake of Wanquan, he once asked the old principal to see him, hoping to have a rough estimate of the outcome of this battle. The old principal recommended Zuo Xiaoduo and praised him more.

While I was just gathering this battle, I was so busy that I didn't even have the chance to have a meal. I forgot to let Zuo Xiaoduo look at his anger and look at his face...

It is obvious that the old principal has advised himself several times about this!

I forgot!

But now I have faced Shang Qingyun, and it is already time to go. The arrow is on the string. Why not shoot? It’s too late.

"I just thought about drinking, but I forgot that there is something in the bureau that needs me to deal with..."

Jiang Changbin laughed fiercely: "But it's already this time now, it must be too late, so I can only forget it. I will deal with it tomorrow. Come on, Brother Shang, let's go one more time."

But I still sighed freely in my heart.

What should I do about this?

Suddenly I felt a little uneasy...

...

Just when Shang Qingyun and Jiang Changbin started drinking, the meal was also on the way at Zuo Xiaoduo's house.

"Sister Xiao Nian, have you reminded Teacher Mu?"

"I've reminded me, I've said it several times."

"Well, that's good. It's certainly difficult for her to fly, but as long as you avoid it in advance, you will turn bad luck into good fortune and bring good fortune when you die."

Zuo Xiaoduo grabbed the steamed bun and chewed it heavily, like a hungry ghost in the world. However, in the blink of an eye, Wu Yuting only picked up a chopstick dish. Before she could even swallow it, Zuo Changlu's sip of wine was still savoring in her throat. Zuo Xiaoduo had already eaten twelve steamed buns!

Zuo Xiaonian looked at her eyebrows and eyes, and she only had the idea of ​​laughing.

Zuo Changlu and Wu Yuting were speechless, and could only sigh softly.

"From the future, we will be professional pig farmers."

Wu Yuting brought her son a basin of steamed buns, shook her head and sighed.

"Yu Ting, you look down on pigs too much."

Left long road squinted: "Where is pig, how can you eat so much?!"

"Ha ha……"

Zuo Xiaonian finally couldn't help it and laughed out loud.

And at this moment...

Zuo Xiaoduo's face suddenly changed, and his legs were tightly clamped up. His whole body was unnaturally stiff, his eyes were protruding, and his hands pressed the table tightly. A steamed bun in his mouth stretched his cheeks into a toad, and he didn't even chewed.

"What's wrong?"

Wu Yuting was startled when she saw this and blurted out.

Zuo Xiaoduo's expression was very strange at this moment, and his brows frowned tightly, as if he wanted to speak, but there was a steamed bun in his mouth, and he couldn't speak for a while.

"This...isn't this...is going to have diarrhea suddenly?"

Wu Yuting was surprised and said, "Zuo Xiaoduo, I can tell you that if you really do that, go to the bathroom quickly... Don't disgusting people at the dining table."

Zuo Xiaonian became more and more happy, and she was almost laughing.

Zuo Xiaoduo maintained this strange and uncommon position, and lasted for half a minute. Then he finally relaxed a little bit. He chewed the steamed bun in his mouth with difficulty and swallowed it hard.

Then he spoke: "It's such a scam... It's the one who suddenly came again, without any signs at all, how can I be wary of it."

This sentence immediately made Wu Yuting and Zuo Xiaonian look wonderful.

Zuo Xiaonian's face was red, but it was hard to beat him up at this moment, so she had to roll her eyes and look over, saying, "Are you... controlling your true energy and not breaking through the bridge of heaven and earth? Encouraging your dantian?"

"yes……"

The feeling was still coming in waves. Zuo Xiaoduo struggled to support him, but he was still very hungry, so he had to grab the steamed bun and chew it slowly. One steamed bun can be eaten for more than twenty seconds!

This eating speed is still very fast for ordinary people, but in Zuo Xiaoduo, this is definitely the slowest eating speed in his history, and it is definitely the first time that he has made the first pass!

"How many times have you been?" Zuo Xiaonian asked curiously.

"I don't remember the specific number of times, but I have it more than a dozen times..."

Zuo Xiaoduo looked at his arm. In his feelings, his dantian had turned into a balloon that could explode at any time. The meridians in his body seemed to be swollen, but from the outside, they still couldn't tell at all.

"It's been more than ten times..." Zuo Xiaonian thought.

"Sister, how many times did you hold it in at that time?" Zuo Xiaoduo asked while fighting the true energy in his body.

"I was..."

Zuo Xiaonian rolled her eyes and said, "Many, many times, I forgot the specific number of times. Who can remember that thing if you have nothing to do!"

“So many times…”

Zuo Xiaoduo instinctively understood that he had to far exceed his current times and could not help but work harder.

I was already so far behind Niannianmao. If I could not even surpass her, I would probably not be able to catch up with her in the future.

Teacher Qin repeatedly said that the more times the innate chronological pulses, the more good it is for oneself, and the more foundations accumulate!

Thinking of this, a force suddenly emerged inexplicably, and all the restless aura was pressed back into the dantian.

As the struggle came to an end, Zuo Xiaoduo felt relaxed all over and began to grab the steamed buns and eat them wildly. The eating speed was one minute faster than before at the highest speed.

Zuo Xiaonian had a curved eyebrow and a bowl of porridge, and she drank porridge in a very elegant and quiet manner. A few hairs fell down and reflected on her delicate and almost transparent cheeks.

My eyes were filled with porridge noodles, and I thought to myself, I didn’t tell him that I just suppressed it seven or eight times back then... Let this kid hold it in, anyway, the longer it holds it, the better...
Chapter completed!