Liang Shangjun waited for a long time and received a call from a man who claimed to be the captain of the Pingjiang City Criminal Police Detachment, and hung up the phone after asking clearly. made him inexplicable, I heard that the captain of the Pingjiang Criminal Police Detachment is a woman, how did he become a man, and besides, he is not a liar, how can he dispatch the criminal police?

"No matter, it's a good thing that the criminal police are dispatched, it proves that this case is big, it's not good for you to pretend to be someone, you dare to pretend to be an international friend, look at how you end, dare to fight with me, hum ......" Liang Shangjun sneered in his heart, and hurriedly got out of the car and returned to the mutton restaurant, he had to watch it, and he must not let that liar escape.

When they entered, they saw four men holding white cakes in their hands, crushing them little by little and throwing them into the bowls. Seeing him enter the door, no one paid attention, Zhong Tianxiang also saw that that guy was purely coming to join in the fun, no wonder he heard someone on the phone say that he wanted to meet the professor at Stanford, and it was probably this person.

"Brother Haotian, why do you want to pinch the cake so much, it's so cumbersome." Jian Rou was very patient, but she had never spent so much time eating, and when she pinched the cake little by little, her hungry stomach began to gurgle.

Fang Yuhong also nodded in agreement, the two beauties didn't eat breakfast, they would be hungry, but a fragrance came from the back hall, looking at the steamed bun that had just been pinched a little in the bowl, it was a little unbearable.

"Huh...... Mutton steamed bun is this way of eating, if the steamed bun is not crushed, it will not be able to enter the taste, we are still pinched big, there are many old diners, the steamed bun is only a quarter of the size of the little finger nail, people eat this process. ”

Fang Haotian said with a smile, remembering that when he was a child, he came with his father, and a cake was broken into several pieces and thrown in the bowl, but his father was very patient to help him crush it little by little, and when the soup was added and brought out, he knew how fragrant the crushed steamed bun was soaked in the soup.

"Xiaofang, you seem to have a lot of research on mutton steamed buns, not many people in places like Pingjiang City understand this way of eating, and even authentic mutton steamed buns are difficult to eat, do you often come to this place?"

Zhong Tianxiang asked while pinching the steamed bun, his way of eating was what Fang Haotian said just now, breaking the steamed bun was smaller than a quarter of the fingernail.

"When I was a child, my parents were northerners, and they liked this kind of northern noodle food very much, but at that time, the conditions at home were not very good, and my father only brought me to eat when I was the first in my homework."

Fang Haotian said with a smile, his eyes were full of longing and aftertaste, his steamed buns were also very small, it seemed that only in this way could he leave his father deep in his memory and never forget it.

Zhong Tianxiang was slightly stunned, and secretly sighed in his heart that this world is so small, Anbang and Wen Wen liked to eat mutton bubbles when they were young, and he and his senior brother liked to eat haggis. Who knew that in a few years, Anbang and his warm son would often eat mutton puffs here?

"Brother Haotian must have studied very well when he was a child, and Uncle Fang often took you to eat mutton clubbing." Jian Rou said with a sweet smile, people who know six Chinese since childhood, will they learn poorly?

"Yes, but every time I come to eat, as long as I have a bowl, my father will help me break the bun and watch me eat, only if I can't finish eating, he will eat the rest of the ......" Fang Haotian's eyes were slightly moist, many times he deliberately said that he couldn't finish eating, and wanted to find an empty bowl for his father to share, but his father would smile and shake his head and refuse, it seemed that he liked to eat Fang Haotian's leftovers.

"Brother Haotian...... I'm sorry......" Jian Rou immediately apologized in a low voice, accidentally evoking Fang Haotian's sad past and making her feel deeply guilty.

"It's okay, I later learned that my father was afraid that I wouldn't be full, and he had to watch me eat almost before he showed a relieved smile......" Fang Haotian smiled, if he could, he really wanted to personally break a bowl of mutton bubbles for his father.

"Alas......" Zhong Tianxiang sighed, finally understanding why the master didn't dare to tell Fang Haotian the truth.

The child's feelings for his adoptive father and adoptive mother were too deep, and his adoptive father and adoptive mother were sick because of his poor physique, and he died in a car accident when he was driving to Pingjiang. But the master abandoned Fang Haotian because his physique was too poor...... You don't have to think about it to know how angry Fang Haotian would be if he learned the truth.

Thinking of this, Zhong Tianxiang felt sad for his master, but he didn't dare to recognize the only bloodline in the world, seeing that he was getting old little by little, his martial arts cultivation was improving, and it was impossible to resist normal birth, old age, sickness and death, but there was no bloodline relatives to send him to the end...... Is this self-inflicted?

Liang Shangjun listened with disdain next to him, he was really poor. Force, I can't even afford to eat this thing, just a German surname like you?

When he sneered in his heart, he didn't think about it, in fact, his parents' living conditions were also very bad when they were children, if it weren't for the Hu family's Hu progress, I'm afraid he would ...... Uh, there shouldn't be him, how could Ryazan find a poor one. forced to be a wife, and Hu Ping was short, fat and ugly, so he had already shot him on the wall.

"Don't talk about this, but Professor Zhong is abroad all the year round, how can he know how to eat mutton steamed buns?" Fang Haotian saw that the atmosphere was too dull, so he took the initiative to change the topic, and at the same time paved the way for the next inquiry.

"Actually, I grew up here when I was a child, and at that time, we were four brothers, and we often stole the master's money to eat here, and as soon as I was discovered, I pushed it on the senior brother's body, and the senior brother had to carry the black pot for us every time."

Zhong Tianxiang also wanted to talk more about his youth in front of Fang Haotian, even if he didn't dare to tell the truth, as long as he knew more about Anbang and warm things, it would be considered to comfort the master's guilty heart.

"The three of our brothers are all homeless children, who were picked up by the master from the street, and the little junior sister Wen Wen is the daughter of the master, because she has been practicing martial arts since she was a child, and she is too active and hungry very fast, so she has become a frequent visitor to Ma Ji."

This is similar to the results of Na'vi's investigation, the four masters, apprentices, father and daughter, went abroad after Wen Daoming retired, left Zhang Dequan in China and left a sum of money, and have lost contact since then.

"In fact, the master has a cold face and a warm heart, maybe he won't show his concern, so he deliberately puts the money in a fixed position every time, waiting for us to steal it, just to make up for our body." Zhong Tianxiang continued: "When we go back after eating, the severe punishment is actually the content of cultivation, which is also something we only understand when we grow up. ”

Fang Haotian nodded, remembering that when his father took him to eat mutton steamed buns, he said that he didn't like to eat mutton, so he let him eat it. When Fang Haotian grew up, he realized that it was just his father's white lie.

Fang Yuhong and Jian Rou listened to it with relish, but Liang Shangjun sneered again and again, and said in his heart that even the master came out, even if you have practiced martial arts since you were a child, how can you become a professor at Stanford when you grow up, it's too nonsense, you two guys just continue to pretend, although you have deceived the two beauties now, wait until you are exposed to see how you end.

"Then the relationship between your brothers and sisters must be very good, you are now a professor at Stanford, what are they doing now?" Fang Haotian asked.

Zhong Tianxiang was slightly silent and did not answer, thinking about the meaning of Fang Haotian's question, did he know something? It doesn't seem like it, but how did he ask about the whereabouts of Anbang and Wenxin? After a moment's thought, he replied.

"Senior brother was separated after we went abroad, and there is no contact so far, as for the senior brother and junior sister......" Zhong Tianxiang paused slightly, and when he saw Fang Haotian just questioning and not nervous, he realized that he didn't know anything, "I passed away in an accident fifteen years ago." ”

"Oh, that's a pity...... Fang Haotian sighed lightly and said, if the godfather knew that his little junior brother and little junior sister were no longer in the world, he would definitely be sad.

Child, I can't say, I really can't say, Anbang and Wen Wen are your biological parents, you have lost your adoptive father and adoptive mother, if you know the truth and learn that your biological parents are not in the world...... It's cruel.

Zhong Tianxiang felt very blocked in his heart, he wanted to vent but couldn't show it, thinking of what the master explained, he felt that this was the master who wanted to make the final compensation.

"Actually, I asked you to come out to meet this time, just to send you an invitation on behalf of Stanford College, after a private investigation, we feel that you are very suitable for studying at Stanford, you can choose a major, and you will be exempted from all tuition and fees, and enjoy a full scholarship."

Zhong Tianxiang immediately said the main purpose of the meeting, he was convinced that after the previous conversation, the relationship between the two had been brought closer, and it would not seem abrupt to mention this matter again, Fang Haotian would definitely agree.

Fang Yuhong immediately became nervous, even Jian Rou's heart beat faster, for fear that Fang Haotian would agree to the invitation, and it would be difficult for them to be with Fang Haotian again.

"Haha...... It's finally here, and then you should refuse, otherwise you won't be able to go if you agree, wouldn't it be too embarrassing. Liang Shangjun was secretly sarcastic in his heart, and saw three police cars flashing police lights on the highway outside the window, so he said: "Promise, how good Stanford is, a world-famous school, much better than Luhai Institute of Technology." ”

Zhong Tianxiang felt that this was not the right taste, like a mockery, Stanford was already much stronger than Luhai Institute of Technology, how could this person speak in a weird way.

"Liang Shangjun, can you please shut up?" Fang Yuhong was really angry now, and finally let Fang Haotian choose Luhai Institute of Technology, but he was talking cool there, it was too despicable!

"Yuhong, can't you see it? This person is a liar, Fang Haotian invited him to deceive you, do you really believe it? Liang Shangjun was very annoyed and pointed at Zhong Tianxiang and said.

I? Swindler? What's the situation? Zhong Tianxiang wondered, how did I become a liar, what did I lie to you, inviting Fang Haotian to study at Stanford, it's your business.

Fang Yuhong was also stunned, not that she believed Liang Shangjun's words, but that she felt that Liang Shangjun's ignorance was ridiculous and pathetic, and she even pointed to the doctoral supervisor of the Stanford Department of Physics and said that she was a liar?

Zhong Tianxiang was on fire in his heart, and just as he was about to clean up Liang Shangjun, four policemen walked into the mutton restaurant and walked directly to their table.

(To be continued)