The first time he brushed his face, Truman had no experience, and it was inevitable that he was a little unaccustomed to it.

After struggling for a long time, he couldn't stand the hunger in his stomach, and then Truman walked towards a stall.

The stall was placed on the side of the road, because it was morning, and there were steamed buns and some noodles, which were steaming, which made Truman's index finger move.

The stall owner is a gentle and beautiful woman, with a bit of aristocratic appearance, and she doesn't look like a stall owner, but like a lady.

Not far away, there was a little girl who looked very similar to her, the little girl was only twenty-eight, very immature, dressed in white, and a purple belt wrapped around her slender waist.

Looking at it again, this girl turned out to be a fourth-class martial artist.

The girl was very naughty, she quietly took a bun and ate it secretly while helping to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

After eating the bun in a few bites, when she turned around thinking that the woman next to her had not noticed, she saw the woman looking at her.

The girl smiled mischievously at it, and began to clean it up in earnest.

The woman shook her head helplessly, smiling helplessly at her before she packed up her business.

The time had come, and the stall was devoid of customers, so the woman and the girl were already doing the final business of closing the stall.

But at this moment, the woman looked up and saw a handsome young man approaching.

The young man was a little familiar, and the woman thought about it carefully, but she didn't remember the name.

With a smile on the woman's face, she said, "Please come inside the guest officer." ”

Hearing the woman's question, Truman was a little surprised.

She doesn't know me!

She doesn't even know me, the county magistrate?

Then how do you brush your face?

"Goo!"

His stomach growled again.

Unable to take it anymore, Truman followed the woman into the stall.

After Truman sat down, the woman said apologetically: "What does the guest officer want to eat, because it is a little late now, so there is not much to eat, and I hope the guest officer will not blame him." ”

Women are so gentle that even if someone wants to blame them, it is difficult to harden their hearts.

Truman naturally didn't want to think about it, he said directly: "Give me anything up." ”

The woman smiled slightly and said respectfully, "Guest officer, please wait a moment." ”

The buns were all steamed, and the woman quickly brought a cage.

Truman couldn't wait for a long time, and regardless of the scorching heat of the buns coming down from the steamer, he just took it with his hand and ate it.

Of course, even if he didn't use the Iron Cloth Shirt now, his strengthened body due to the Iron Cloth Shirt and the Easy Muscle Washing Pill made him completely unconcerned about this heat.

When the woman brought the porridge again, she was surprised to see that the basket of steamed buns that had just been served had been eaten by the young man.

How long have you been hungry?

The woman was gentle and kind, and without waiting for the boy to speak, she put down the porridge, and after smiling faintly, brought a basket of steamed buns to the boy again.

After all, this cage of steamed buns didn't exist for too long, and it was quickly stuffed into Truman's stomach.

"One more cage."

He drank the porridge and said vaguely.

The woman was very surprised, she knew the buns she had made herself, her buns were not only large but also sufficient, and the average strong man was already full after eating two cages.

And although this young man doesn't look thin, his physique is not as good as those big men, so after two cages, the young man hasn't eaten enough?

Although he was a little surprised, the woman brought him another cage.

"Guest officer, this is the last steamed bun in our store."

She said apologetically.

After hearing her, Truman frowned slightly.

Picked up a bun and said while eating, "There are not enough buns, steamed buns can do anything, I haven't eaten enough." ”

"You haven't eaten yet?"

It was the girl who had finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in the back who came over, and she shouted in great surprise.

Obviously, she was also shocked, she grew up eating this bun, and she knew very well the strength of this bun, with her little belly, she would be swollen after eating two.

Her uncles and uncles didn't make it to two cages.

And this teenager who is not older than her is not enough for three cages?

"You're a pig."

She didn't shy away from saying it.

"Huh?"

Scold me!

After glancing up at the girl and handing her a look to settle accounts in the future, Truman ignored her again.

He was too hungry and his primary purpose was to fill his stomach.

Although Truman didn't bother with her, the woman next to him had already stared at her.

Looking at the woman's somewhat angry eyes, the girl also knew that her words were a bit excessive.

She stepped forward, sat down across from Truman, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. ”

Truman didn't care, but he didn't say anything.

Because he only has one mouth, he has to fill his stomach as much as he can, and he can't speak.

"But you eat so much, those uncles and uncles in my family, they are taller than you and stronger than you, but they don't eat as much as you."

The girl is familiar with herself, even if Truman ignores her, she still talks about not playing with herself.

Although Truman ignored her, the women couldn't look at it.

She said, "Yan'er, don't disturb the guest officer's dinner. ”

The girl named Yan'er was obviously a little afraid of women, and when she heard the former, Yan'er muttered twice and then stepped aside.

However, he obviously did not give up the opportunity, and from time to time he found some opportunities to come over and talk to Truman.

Of course, she was talking about it, and she was asking him why he ate so much.

While the woman was washing the dishes and chopsticks, Yan'er came over again.

She looked at Truman and asked with a puzzled look.

"Ahh You're not a little beggar, are you? ”

Truman nibbled on the steamed bun and looked at her.

The steamed buns in the store have been eaten by him, and this is also the second steamed bun he has eaten.

Truman still ignored her, just steamed buns and porridge, eating in a big gulp.

"Although your clothes are very good-looking, maybe you picked them up, you are a little beggar yourself, and you wear this clothes to cheat and cheat everywhere, right?" Yan'er said conclusively.

After Yan'er's words were finished, Truman's brows froze, and the momentum of eating steamed buns stopped.

Seeing the former's movements, Yan'er shouted happily, "I'm right, aren't you, you're a little beggar." ”

Truman still didn't speak, and took a few bites to hide his weakness.

"Haha, you're really a little beggar."

The girl, who thought she had guessed correctly, shouted in delight, but then covered her mouth with her hand, and looked back in some panic, and turned back with relief when she saw that the woman had not noticed her because she was talking loudly.