I bought half a basket of 'Ben Bun' for 100 US dollars, Xu Qing was so beautiful in her heart! Carrying a bamboo basket to the side of the road and sitting down, he grabbed a 'bun' and bit it, just ate two bites and came to meet a group of Burmese men wearing fishtail-like turbans and floral skirts, and a few of them simply wrapped a sheet around their waists, which he knew was called 'salon'.

This group of people walked straight to Xu Qing, and one of them, a young man with a white face and a little handsome look, chirped and spoke, but Xiao Xu still buried his head in nibbling on cakes and didn't want to see him at all.

The man twisted his two thick eyebrows, and reached out to grab the bamboo basket in Xu Qing's hand.

Xu Qing, who was quick-eyed, snatched the bamboo basket in his hand, a touch of gloom flashed in his eyes, and he turned his head to ignore this goods, and it was better not to cause trouble in a foreign country.

The man grabbed the air, his eyes widened and he chirped, Xu Qing could see that this was not good. As soon as the words fell, the Burmese people on the side surrounded Xu Qing with a hula, and a few began to roll up their sleeves, looking at the posture and wanting to beat people.

Xu Qing's heart was on fire, paralyzed, Lao Tzu bought a basket of cakes for a hundred dollars, and just bit half a month, you guys came to grab it and bully outsiders, right? No, it's a foreigner.

......The man took two steps back, and suddenly pointed at Xu Qing, who was still chewing buns in his mouth, and the group of Burmese who were gearing up swarmed up, picked up their old fists and greeted him with a head and face.

"Humph!" Xu Qing snorted coldly, holding the bamboo basket in one hand, and waving a stack of afterimages in the palm of the other hand, snapping and popping...... A series of crisp slaps rang out, and the Burmese who rushed forward were whipped like spinning tops, and their cheeks were swollen like the 'buns' in the basket.

As the saying goes, people are bitter insects that can't be beaten, and after a slap, the Burmese, who was still menacing just now, suddenly wilted, covered his cheeks and stood aside in fear.

"Are you Chinese?" The young man's eyes flashed, and he suddenly asked in very standard Mandarin.

Xu Qing stiffened his neck and said, "Of course, if you want to rob me, you can't do anything." ”

The young man's emotions suddenly became excited: "Did you use Chinese kung fu just now?" Is it Foshan without a shadow......" The last word was stuck, and he wasn't sure whether it was a 'hand' or a 'foot'.

Xu Qing pouted and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, what I used just now is Chinese kung fu, but it has nothing to do with Foshan." ”

The young man bowed to Xu Qing with his palms folded and said, "I'm sorry, just now I thought you were Japanese, so I offended you a lot." ”

Xu Qing frowned and said, "Should the Japanese be robbed?" ”

The young man said righteously: "It should be robbed, this despicable people didn't know how much they robbed us of in Myanmar, and robbing them was nothing." ”

I didn't expect this Burmese guy to be an angry young man, which made Xiao Xu a little surprised, he grabbed two cakes from the basket, and then handed the bamboo basket to the Burmese guy very happily.

"This is for you, I'll just keep two to fill my stomach." Fortunately, I left room for help just now, and the matter has not yet reached the point of no return, and a slap to the basket of cakes can be regarded as the grace of our great country.

The Burmese guy took the bamboo basket and said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I just wanted to buy it with money, and I saw that you behaved a little like the Japanese before I had the idea of beating you, and the old man in the family likes to eat this, I will give you as much as I want." After saying that, I wanted to reach out and take out the money.

Xu Qing waved his hand and smiled: "Forget it, this little thing is not worth a few dollars, just make a friend, we Chinese have a saying, it is called if you don't fight, you don't know each other, and those who have fought are good friends." ”