For the ancient city, the time has come to around 5 p.m., and many shops have closed again, perhaps because in late autumn, it gets darker and cooler.

At noon, the weather was relatively hot, and the remnants of the autumn tiger were still there, and Da Zhuang was greedy for heat and only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and did not bring a coat. At this time, I shrank in the black corner and shivered, and for an afternoon, I woke up, woke up, and was in a daze.

Adhere to the belief of "waiting for the rabbit", you can't miss it because of such a trivial thing as eating, and you must wait for the trouble to come back as soon as possible.

From a work point of view, after all, he has been a secretary for a short time, and many things and processes are not yet familiar, but he can't cheat and cheat just because he is a friend. In the movie "Chinese Partner", a few friends almost didn't even do friends after they became partners, not to mention that they were just a combination of boss and secretary.

In short, Mo Yifu disappeared from here, and he will definitely come back from here.

It's just that Da Zhuang's trembling appearance now looks so miserable compared to the two stone lions squatting next to him, just like the little match girl in a fairy tale.

"Who's going to buy my matches? who's going to see my boss? Why, how can a goose jump off a plate with a knife and fork in its back, and wobbly toward me?"

In his sleep, the corners of Da Zhuang's mouth drooled, and he licked his lower lips gently, with a completely obsessed expression on his face.

Suddenly, a strange fragrance slammed into the nose, hitting the brain and irritating the eyelids.

"Ah, it's not a goose, it's a roast duck~"

Da Zhuang opened his eyes and saw a golden roast duck butt with a faint fragrance facing him, and it didn't matter who put it in front of him, because it was definitely meant to be eaten by him at this moment, he understood.

"Slow down, hungry, aren't you?" a familiar voice sounded at the position of the roast duck's head, reassuring.

"Hmm...... The best roast duck is the best seven for me......, and the big strong man gnawed violently without raising his head.

The person who came frowned slightly, sat down quietly against a stone lion, looked at the gradually darkening sky, listened to the swallowing sound of the tsunami in his ears, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It's still a colorful world!

"Annoying, I forgot to ask, have you eaten?" Da Zhuang took the time to raise his head and glance at the visitor, changed his breath by the way, and then gnawed again, without waiting for Mo Yifu to answer.

"Uh, I ......"

Mo Yiyi had to smile bitterly, of course he had eaten.

When he came out of Blue Yonghan Street, I don't know if it was too much force or a failure in positioning, but he was actually sent to his home in the West End. As soon as I came out, I was so hungry that I hurriedly found a place to eat, one meat, one vegetable, one cold dish and one soup. Not good, but more hearty. The key is to make a pot of thick Pu'er and go to taste it!

After tea and dinner, Mo Yianxing took a toothpick in his mouth, picked his teeth, and suddenly felt happy to eat for a while, as if there was something almost meaningful.

patted his head, and immediately rushed to the entrance of Yonghan Street in the Eastern District, and found that his friend Da Zhuang was really still there, sleeping so deeply that the phone rang more than a dozen times and couldn't wake up.

Fortunately, there is a shop outside this street that sells food, and the owner of this shop doesn't know whether he is bold or big-hearted, and it is not good to choose a location to open a shop.

Seeing Mo Yifu come to buy roast duck, the shopkeeper was very happy. Since the news of the demolition of this street spread, his business has been getting worse and worse. There are fewer and fewer living people, and it is difficult to do business! I am thinking about selling the store out, and today is the last day, which can be regarded as a perfect ending for myself.

The result was a roast duck that was actually sold, and it is the only business today. Let's take it as a kind of memory, painful and happy.

After Da Zhuang finished eating the roast duck, he wiped the oil stains on his mouth and rubbed it on the stone lion. Then he was looking at Mo Yian, the little fat fist clenched tightly, gritted his teeth, hesitated again and again, and his heart was like a grassland after ten thousand horses galloping, a mess.

In the end, the little fat fist just knocked lightly on Mo Yian.

"Where have you gone, do you know that I don't dare to go anywhere in order to wait for you to come back? I'm almost scared to death! Next time, you must take me with you, although you can't be stabbed and bullets, but you can't seem to do it in the wind and rain!" Da Zhuang smacked his mouth, "At least at least, I can wave the flag for you and collect your body for you! Do you say it? You are also a slum millionaire now, can you pay attention to your worth?"

Mo Yifu stood up, like a majestic bear, gently patted the stubborn bear with a little bad mood, turned around and walked towards the street.

"Let's go, go home!"

"Okay~ I'm going to drive!" Da Zhuang immediately picked up the key and chased forward.

The owner of the roast duck seller on the left side of the street had just closed the door of the shop, put up an advertisement for the transfer of the shop, and walked over satisfied.

Seeing Mo Yian, he greeted with a smile: "Boss, I will give you a private roast duck, how does it taste, are you still satisfied?"

This feels like the old turtle in "Journey to the West" asked Tang Seng: Master, I asked Nian Zengyang to see my Buddha in the West, and asked me about the return, how many years of life do you have, did you ask?

Mo Yifu pointed to Da Zhuang who was walking in front, with a slight embarrassment on his face.

"Uh~ I bought it for a friend, it tastes very good, I don't believe you ask him!"

When he bought it, the owner of the store specially inquired and spread the sauce according to his taste, baked and sold, absolutely personalized. Therefore, the daily turnover of this store has not been high, and the business is naturally not very sluggish.

The shopkeeper's satisfied expression gradually disappeared, and he turned into a cold look, looking at Da Zhuang.

"Hmm~ I just ate in a hurry. The taste does work, though, but it may be slightly sweeter. You know, most of us fat people like to eat sweets, but I'm an exception. Because I have high blood sugar, I rarely eat sweet things!"

The shopkeeper's face turned completely cold, and the privately ordered roast duck was given away by the customer, and the people who ate it seemed to have some complaints.

This means that his last business today, and possibly even in this life, is actually a failure. This makes it really difficult for him, who has been pursuing perfect customization, to accept that he has never heard complaints or bad reviews in his previous business, and they are all praised.

Now these two people have ruined his life creed in front of him.

"Two owners, you may not know why I chose to open a shop here to do a living business, because I have a life creed that I have adhered to for 20 years: roast duck is not a duck, but a kind of craftsmanship - focus and perseverance. Today is the last time I will make roast duck, but you guys ruined it so easily!"

Da Zhuang was a little inexplicable, he looked at Mo Yiyi, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes: Shouldn't I eat the roast duck you bought?

And the more the shopkeeper talked, the more angry he became, and he grabbed Da Zhuang's collar directly, and saliva was about to spray on his face: "Do you think I'm sick? That's right, I'm sick! Mental disability is level 3, and the guardian is dead!"

Da Zhuang wanted to push him away, but found that the other party was extremely powerful, especially in the case of intense emotions, he was as strong as an ox, and the other party's height was a head taller than himself, so he couldn't push it away at all.

I could only scold loudly: "You crazy person, eat your roast duck, why do you still want to beat people? I don't care if your guardian dies?"

The shopkeeper smiled, his voice was hoarse like a duck, or a native hemp duck, and the meat was particularly strong. It's just this smile that makes the cold hairs on Da Zhuang's whole body stand up suddenly.

Then the shopkeeper began to laugh loudly, and the laughter was like a faucet that had forgotten to turn off the valve and kept going out, and even his facial features twitched and gradually squeezed together.

"Haha...... Without a guardian, even if I kill you, I will be fine!haha...... Are you scared now...... Haha......"

Da Zhuang really couldn't stand this man's madness, and threw out a flirtatious leg, hitting the target directly, but it felt like kicking the fluffy duck.

The other party did not seem to be in pain as if nothing had happened. Instead, he continued to laugh, and the strength in his hand was a little more powerful.

Le Da Zhuang's face was flushed, and many green tendons climbed on his forehead.

"It's annoying, what kind of roast duck did you buy, is it a crazy duck? Can't you see that the shopkeeper is crazy? Hurry up and save me! At most, next time I won't eat alone~"