The kitchen uncle lifted Ji An's collar: "This is a threat?" ”

Ji An pulled his hand away, reached out and smoothed the crumpled neckline, and smiled nonchalantly: "How dare I? Just having fun with you. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" then pushed the two people in front of him and walked briskly towards the store.

At that moment, the manager felt that "Robin Lin" actually had an indescribable aura, an expression that he was very familiar with - those high-flying guests often showed this kind of expression, which was a kind of elegant posture that only people who have not been oppressed by life have.

Did Robin Lin hit the evil spirit? What did he want to do when he went out? The manager finally sensed something was wrong and immediately chased after him.

This restaurant is famous in the area for its Manchu dumplings and dishes, and the interior of the restaurant is bright yellow with a strong Manchu character. The waiters in the hall are all dressed in Qing Dynasty costumes, and the tables and chairs are made of large wooden piers.

The owner of the restaurateur is a businessman in his sixties who has a sense of literati at heart, and he is not only unique in furnishings, but also occasionally performs calligraphy in front of people, which is considered one of the characteristics of this restaurant.

It's the busiest dinner time in the store, and the restaurant is full of people — only the biggest table in the middle of the restaurant is empty because the customers who have not yet arrived have made reservations.

Ji An saw the empty table at a glance, he took the boss's pen and paper on the side, and then took the iron kettle for water and ivory chopsticks, stood on the round wooden pier, and hit the iron kettle with chopsticks vigorously.

All of a sudden, the restaurant was quiet, and all the guests couldn't help but look at the thin boy standing on the table, wet all over.

"Distinguished guests, today is the day of my departure, in order to repay our boss and manager for taking care of me for a long time, I also want to learn from our boss and have a calligraphy performance." Ji An's loud voice attracted everyone's attention.

Ji An had already caught a glimpse of the old man from afar, who exuded a golden light that symbolized wealth, and he bowed in the direction of the boss as he spoke.

When the guests saw this thin boy with such a pickled and down-to-earth appearance, and said that they were going to have a calligraphy performance, they couldn't help laughing, and they burst into laughter for a while.

The manager caught up and saw Ji An standing on the table, and immediately pulled the waiter on the side: "Why are you still stunned?" Get him down. ”

Unexpectedly, the boss who rarely appeared looked at "Lin Yanhong" with interest, waved his hand and said, "Don't, just look at what monkey tricks this kid plays." ”

Ji An squatted on the wooden pier and lifted the pen, although he was in a bad posture, but the pen, the pen, the press, and the pen were all done in one go, only to see him walk the pen and complete the two couplets like flying.

When Ji An stood up again, he took the couplet he had just written and said, "This is written to our boss: color is empty and color, and if people don't forgive me, I forgive people." ”

Everyone clapped their hands with the mentality of watching the excitement, and whispered that this kid is really good at sycophancy.

The boss got closer, wanting to see what Ji An's hand was, but he quickly pinned this couplet behind him and took out a second couplet.

Ji An said loudly: "As for these two sentences, they are for our manager who regards money as his life: life is money, money is life, people are not angry with me, I am angry with others." I am very grateful to you for not even paying a dishwasher for two days, forcing me to come out and show off the qualities of an underage dishwasher. ”

Ji An picked up the cup full of tea again, sprinkled it on the ground, and only said: "Manager, I have nothing to repay, so I have to substitute wine for tea." ”

Replacing wine with tea and scattering wine on the ground is clearly treating the manager as a dead man.

Now everyone understands that this kid is here to make trouble. From the perspective of watching the excitement, the scene of the dishwasher tearing the door and the restaurant manager is of course much better than the small staff slapping the boss's ass.

One by one, the diners boiled, and even a few big men applauded and shouted: "There is a kind of kid!" ”

Ji An praised Feng Ting in a low voice: "Sure enough, he is a cultural person, and everyone who laughs at him is so level." ”

Feng Ting, who has improvised, sits on the wooden pier and shakes her legs with a smile, just like the little evil boy who has succeeded in pranks, she discovered the benefits of being a transparent "ghost" for the first time: whether it is naïve or boring, who will look at you with a critical eye?

Without waiting for the angry manager to arrest someone, Ji An had already jumped off the table, and subconsciously grabbed Feng Ting's wrist, but he grabbed it empty, so he had to remind: "Follow me." ”

Ji An ran away, and when he looked back, the boss actually looked at the couplet he left with a serious face, and he laughed while running: "Boss, although I don't know calligraphy at all, if you like it, you can also hang it in the store, so that the manager will be happy." ”

Ji An ran from the restaurant to the street, completely ignoring the eyes of others, smiling and running arbitrarily, he could feel the original owner's heart beating strongly, and his emotions were connected to Lin Yanhong through this body - happy! Ji An seemed to hear Robin Lin say this.

However, because he was psychologically happy, Ji An accidentally made a mistake again.

When he saw the ragged beggar on the side of the road kowtowing respectfully to him twice, he subconsciously touched his pocket, and then happily put down the twenty yuan - Young Master Ji forgot that the twenty yuan was the only money he had, and he was even poorer than the beggar now.

After Young Master Ji reacted, he squatted down at a lightning speed and snatched back the twenty yuan he had put down from the beggar's pocket asking for money.

Then there was a strange sight on the street: a thin boy was running wildly down the street, followed by a man with a cloak and a pickled face, shouting like crazy: "Grab food in the beggar's pocket!" You don't have to die well! ”

The man's voice was high-pitched, like a little girl, or a little boy who hadn't changed his voice yet.

Young Master Ji has never been chased so fiercely in his life, and he now knows that there are people in the world who are so desperate for twenty yuan, this beggar is much more persevering than the director of discipline, the campus bully.

Finally, Ji An couldn't run anymore, and stopped in front of a lamppost gasping for air.

Ji An thought about it, if there was some "righteous" passerby on the street who stopped him, it would really be indisputable, but fortunately, the people on the street just watched this farce with cold eyes. Of course, if this kind of "okay" is changed from a different angle and a situation, it will be "damned".

"Enough...... Are you supposed to ...... Do you really want to chase to the ends of the earth? Ji An was out of breath, and finally said a complete sentence.

The beggar's condition didn't seem to be much better than that of Ji An, and his panting voice was as heavy as if he had asthma.

After a while, the man seemed to have rested enough, walked quickly towards Ji An, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, and stretched out his other hand and said, "Give me back the money, what you gave me is mine." ”

Life is money, money is life...... Ji An's mind once again came to mind the couplet that Feng Ting had just written.