Lin Xing was not nosy, but the bare-chested mouth was so dirty that Lin Xing couldn't even lose his appetite when he heard it, so he couldn't help but stand up and walk over.

"Dude, your mouth is so dirty, how can others eat?" Lin Xing stretched out a finger and poked the man's greasy arm in disgust.

"Who the would dare to talk to me like that?" Huang Mao turned his head, just as he wanted to see which blind guy dared to talk to him like this, when he saw Lin Xing, he couldn't help but shudder violently, and stammered: "Yes...... I'm sorry, I didn't know you were eating here, boss, damn it, I slapped my own mouth. As he spoke, he slapped himself twice in the face.

"Uh...... You didn't go to the hospital with Shar Pei and the fat man? Lin Xing didn't expect to meet Sha Pei's henchman here, remembering that Huang Mao was scared like that in the morning, but at night he showed off his might in the food stalls, sighed, and felt that he was really cheap.

"Shapigota...... He and the fat man have been transferred to the First People's Hospital. I...... Isn't I hungry, I ordered two stir-fried dishes, and wanted to drink some beer. Huang Mao was really frightened by Lin Xing, and his legs and stomach trembled when he saw him.

"An old man who asks for food, if he doesn't want to give it, he won't give it, can you be guilty of scolding so ugly?" Lin Xing looked at the old beggar who was sitting on the ground trembling, and felt that he was really a little pitiful. Ignoring the yellow hair who was "sifting the chaff", he took a plate of cold pork ears from his table and squatted in front of the beggar.

When the stall boss saw it, he wanted to tell Lin Xing: The plate is mine, and if you ask for food, I won't be able to use it.

But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back raw. He had only moved here for a short time, and he didn't know Lin Xing, but he knew Huang Mao and Huang Mao's boss Sha Pei.

Shar Pei is a bully in this area, and he and Huang Mao often eat and drink for nothing in their stalls. Seeing that Huang Mao not only called this young man boss, but also slapped his own mouth.

Even he was scared like that grandson, obviously this person was not something he could afford to provoke.

The old beggar didn't even glance at the plate of pig ears, but trembled and begged Lin Xingzuo, "I...... I'm cold, please uncle, can you reward me for drinking? ”

In September, Hwaseong is hot during the day and can fry eggs on the road, and even if it is a little cooler at night, it can still be 30 degrees Celsius.

Lin Xing saw that the old beggar not only wrapped himself tightly with torn clothes inside and outside, but also draped himself on his body with a broken sack that could not distinguish the original color, even though he wore it so thickly, he still kept swinging.

"Do you have a cold and fever?" Lin Xing hesitated and asked.

"I didn't ...... If I don't catch a cold, I just want to take a sip of wine, white wine, just take a sip. The old beggar waved his hand repeatedly.

"That's okay, boss, give him the bottle of two pots and keep it on the yellow hair account." Lin Xing stood up and put the pig ears back on the table.

The owner of the food stall dared not listen, and hurriedly took a bottle of Erguotou from under the car and delivered it to the old beggar.

Seeing that Lin Xing turned around and said something to Huang Mao, he hurriedly waved his hand at the beggar and whispered: "Master, you can find a drink and don't hinder me from doing business, okay?" ”

As if he had not heard him, the old beggar shuddered and unscrewed the cap, held the bottle in both hands, and poured the wine into his mouth.

Seeing that it was not a lot of work, a bottle of 56-degree two-pot head was poured into the stomach by the old beggar like water, and the people around him fried the pot.

"! This old Hanako is too awesome, blowing on the bottle! ”

"Day! Bacchus! ”

"What a god of wine, I think he's an old drunkard, and he has a wine worm in his belly, right?"

……

Hearing the noisy voice, Lin Xing hurriedly turned his head, and saw the old beggar sitting on the ground, who was greedily tilting his head and licking the mouth of the wine bottle, and he was also inexplicably surprised.

"Do you have any money with you?" Lin Xing spread his palm towards Huang Mao.

"Bring, bringing!" Huang Mao hurriedly took out a wallet from his trouser pocket, put it in Lin Xing's hand tremblingly, and didn't forget to pat his ass and say, "Boss Lin, your hands are so white." ”

Lin Xing only felt a chill, and almost threw up dinner. looked at the money in the wallet was two or three thousand, and said that this yellow hair was quite material.

He didn't take them all, he only pulled out a few casually, and then threw his wallet to Huang Mao.

Lin Xing beckoned to the food stall owner and called him over: "Give you this money, and if this old man comes back in the future, you will give him the second pot head." Remember, don't give more, at most one bottle a day, or you'll die of drinking, and no one will be responsible. ”

"Where can I collect your money, I'll give you the wine, and you can take the money." The stall owner hurriedly waved his hand.

"If you want to take it, you will take it, Boss Lin invites someone to drink, where are you talking so much?" Huang Mao really knows how to read words and looks, and without waiting for Lin Xing to speak, he reprimanded the boss. turned to Lin Xing and said: "Boss Lin of Chunxin Street has a treat, who dares to refute your face?" Boss, am I right? ”

Lin Xing rubbed his nose, dropped his yellow hair, and walked towards his table.

"Wait!" After the old beggar poured a bottle of liquor, he seemed to be much more energetic, and he actually got up from the ground, quickly stopped in front of Lin Xing, and stretched out two dirty fingers in his right hand to make a gesture in front of Lin Xing.

"Yay! Drink and win! Lin Xing cooperatively raised his two hands, stretched out his two fingers of food and middle fingers, shook them in front of the old beggar, and then said angrily: "Old man, drink less if you can, drink less, this thing is a thing, drinking too much is terrible!" ”

It's strange to say, a bottle of two pots is in the stomach, and the old beggar is no longer shivering, nor is he noisy and cold.

Seeing Lin Xing teasing himself, he actually grinned, revealing two rows of yellow teeth, and said: "Hehe, uncle, you misunderstood, I compared two fingers, I want to ask uncle, can you let this boss give me two bottles of two pots every day?" ”

"How old are you?" Lin Xing saw that the old beggar even had white eyebrows, and couldn't help but ask.

"One hundred and three." The old beggar's triangular eyes radiated a greedy light, "Uncle, I answered the question, can you give me two bottles of Erguotou?" ”

"Damn! It's all this age, let alone two bottles, if you want three bottles, I won't stop you. ”

The old beggar hit the snake and said on the stick: "Thank you, uncle, then three bottles." ”

"Hey, you're awesome!" Lin Xinggan laughed twice, took two steps back, came to Huang Mao and spread out his very white little hand.

The clever yellow hair immediately presented his wallet with both hands: "Although the boss takes it all, the younger brother still has it at home." ”

"Yes, they were also spoofed from others." Lin Xing took out a few hundred yuan from his wallet and photographed it to the owner of the food stall, "Three bottles a day, if the money is not enough, ask Huang Mao for it." ”

"Good, good!" The stall owner was busy. He took two bottles of Erguotou from the car and gave them to the old beggar.

The old beggar took the two bottles of wine, and no longer looked like he was trembling and dying, but ran happily with a bottle of two pots in one hand, which can be described as a brisk walk.

Returning the wallet to Huang Mao, under his respectful gaze, Lin Xing returned to his desk.

The boss of this stall naturally recognized Huang Mao, not only did he recognize Huang Mao, but he also stared at Lin Xing with his eyes wide open for a while.

"What are you looking at? I'm overly hungry, help me pack! Lin Xing looked at the fried noodles and back pot meat on the table, which were almost cold, and couldn't cry or laugh.

It seems that Huang Mao is quite famous in Chunxin Street, and so many people were watching around just now, maybe they really think of themselves as the boss of Chunxin Street.

The stall owner packed the fried noodles and back to the pot meat, and handed them over to Lin Xing respectfully.

Seeing Lin Xing take out two banknotes from his trouser pocket, he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I can't help it, how can I collect Boss Lin's money?" In the future, when you come to me, you can eat and drink as much as you want, and I won't be able to accept any of you. ”

"Take it, you don't charge money for trading, and your whole family drinks the northwest wind?" Lin Xing put thirty yuan on the table and walked home with his supper.

Seeing that he was walking away, the stall owner slapped his right hand twice on the back of his left palm, and said to himself: "This little **** changed his clothes wildly, not only did he become human-like and dog-like, but he actually took the initiative to give me food money?" Could it be that God listened to me and used thunder to make this bastard stupid? No, no, it's a split! ”

"Nima!" Although Lin Xing's left ear was adjusted to normal mode, it was still better than ordinary people's hearing after all. The stall owner's words reached his ears, and none of them fell to the ground.