Meanness is the pass of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble.

Do you want a pass, or do you want an epitaph? -- One is to hell and the other is to be buried in heaven.

Obviously, Chang Pozhi wants to be buried in heaven, and even after death, he will leave a name for future generations. Therefore, he must wipe his son's ass clean, otherwise, let alone be buried in heaven and go to hell, he will only be stinking for 10,000 years.

When he came out of the military region, Chang Pozhi beckoned the driver to drive and came directly to Ning Zhandong's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

Ning Zhandong sat on the sofa in the living room, his face was not very good-looking, but Ning Kun was honestly kneeling on the ground, drooping his head, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

It seems that he already knows, Chang Pozhi thought to himself.

"Sit, Sit, Boss." Ning Zhandong nodded, motioned for Chang Pozhi to sit down, and said. "I already know the thing, and this thing is done, and there is some lack of consideration."

"Chief, I'm here for this too." Chang Pozhi nodded, looked at Ning Kun who was kneeling on the ground, and said. "Recently, I asked Xiao Kun not to go out, I will find a way to solve my matter, as long as Xiao Kun doesn't go out, Yan Murong can't do anything about him."

Chang Pozhi's words were very clever, and while caring about Ning Kun, he also expressed his thoughts - that is, they took this matter under the Chang family.

"Hmm." Ning Zhandong also nodded, everyone is a smart person, and some words are tacit, and they don't need to be said so clearly.

"Chang, it's hard for you." Ning Zhandong stood up, personally made a cup of tea for Chang Pozhi, and said. "I'm not worried about Yan Murong's child, but I'm afraid that Old Man Yan will make a move in the back."

"What then?" Chang Po asked with a tangled face. "Why don't I go to Yan's house and apologize to Old Man Yan in person?"

"It's useless." Ning Zhandong said. "Seeing that the change of office is coming, last time because of Lao Wei's matter, the old man slaughtered me hard, this time again, it is estimated that the slaughter will be even more ruthless, to apologize, it is better to cut the meat. The old man is bent on paving the way for his grandson. ”

"Why don't we make an appointment with Yan Murong to talk?" Chang Pozhi proposed.

"It's fine." Ning Zhandong thought for a moment and spoke. "Just tonight, ask him to come to your house and have a good talk, I won't come forward, let Xiao Kun follow you."

"Okay, no problem." Chang Pozhi nodded, he knew that Ning Zhandong was also expressing his sincerity to him and was willing to fight this matter with him. It's just that it's inconvenient for him to come forward, so he asked Ning Kun to replace him-

Stinky tofu noodles, this is a famous snack in old Yanjing. The method is also very simple, that is, the noodles just out of the pot are poured with special stinky tofu juice, which smells stinky to death, but it tastes really delicious. Many people can't accept this way of eating, but those who really understand it treat it as a delicacy in the world.

Yan Murong has no other hobbies, one is that he likes to treat diseases and save people, and the other is that he likes to eat all kinds of snacks, the more strange things are, the more fragrant this guy will eat.

At this moment, there was a sound of croaking high heels hitting the ground, and then, a beautiful figure appeared opposite Yan Murong.

"You're still not letting people live?" Su Qingwu frowned and sat down, looking at Yan Murong who was stuffing noodles into his mouth like a pig eating swill, and complained. "You said you invited me to dinner, so you're going to invite me to eat this?"

"What's wrong with this?" Yan Murong sucked the last noodle into his mouth, took another sip of the soup in the bowl, and then took out a tissue from the box on the table and wiped his mouth, and said with a look of enjoyment. "It's a good thing, and most people can't eat it. I was thinking about waiting to discuss with my boss and ask him to sell me a copy of the recipe for the soup and go home and make it myself. ”

"Can there still be people in that room?" Su Qingwu covered her nose and was coquettish. "It's a shame that you came up to eat this kind of thing, but I don't eat it anyway."

"What's wrong with this thing? It's been around for hundreds of years. Yan Murong pursed his lips. All should be considered intangible cultural heritage - say, what do you want to eat? Stinky tofu noodles or stinky tofu stir-fried wotou? If you listen to me, I will recommend stinky tofu noodles to you, on a cold day, the freshly fished noodles are poured with juice, and they taste fragrant and warm. ”

"Boss, let's have another bowl of noodles, a big bowl." As he spoke, Yan Murong couldn't help but call for another bowl.

"I'm not going to eat it." Su Qingwu's head shook like a drum, and hurriedly refused.

"It's okay, it smells bad, it tastes good." Yan Murong explained with a smile. "Don't always rush to deny, if you don't try something yourself, you never know if it's good or bad."

"No matter how good it is, I won't eat it, I'll be full when I smell it." Su Qingwu shook her head insistically.

"Whatever you want, don't say I didn't invite you, it's just that you don't eat." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I'm addicted to being an uncle today—I'm eating, and you're watching."

Soon, the noodles that Yan Murong asked for were served, and without saying a word, he mixed the soup well, and ate it with a snort, with an expression of enjoyment on his face, and Su Qingwu, who watched it, also felt that he was a little hungry. It's not because of how delicious this thing is, but because Yan Murong's eating appearance is too good.

"Hungry, huh? Would you like to have a bite to eat? Yan Murong raised his head in a hurry, looked at Su Qingwu and asked.

"I—don't eat it." Su Qingwu hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

To be honest, she also wanted to see if this thing smelled bad and tasted as Yan Murong said, but she really couldn't muster that courage. I have to have a meeting in the afternoon, and after eating this thing, my mouth will be full of stinky tofu, and her image as a cold and glamorous woman will completely collapse.

"Come on, eat." Yan Murong couldn't help but say something, and shouted directly. "Man, another bowl, a small bowl."

"I don't eat, what do you want?" Su Qingwu said complainingly.

"People are iron and rice is steel, and you can't eat it."

As he was talking, the phone in his pocket called out urgently, took it out and looked at it, and it showed an unfamiliar number.

"Who?" Yan Murong picked up the phone and asked.

"I'm always broken." Chang Pozhi's slightly hoarse voice came from the phone. Hearing the other party report his home, a smile appeared on the corner of Yan Murong's mouth.

"Commander Chang." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Where's this eating, what's the matter?"

"Really? Looks like I'm bothering you. Chang Pozhi laughed and said. Well, since I've interrupted your lunch, I'll treat you to dinner, how about it? ”

"Okay." Yan Murong didn't think about it, so he said. "Time, place."

"Seven o'clock in the evening, my house."