On the second day, Liucai Garden.

A young man was bowing his head to tidy up the table and stools, and someone shouted at him: "Hey, stop, stop!" There's already someone in this place, you go and set up a stall somewhere else! ”

Qingman looked up in displeasure: Ma Dan! Lao Tzu was still here yesterday, who is not particular and dares to seize Lao Tzu's territory?!

The man walked up to him and couldn't help but be happy: "It's you, Qingzi!" The white garment wears ...... It's a different person! There are also new tables, stools, and tablecloths...... It's the conscience of the catering industry! ”

Qing Man frowned impatiently, as if he had heard something against his ears, and threw the man with an eye knife.

I seem to ...... Didn't say anything wrong?! The man cowered and ducked to the side, but heard a chuckle.

Not far away, a Mercedes is parked. Because the door is open, it doesn't take much effort to see a pair of long legs resting on the steering wheel.

Tu Bai adjusted his posture and got out of the car with his legs folded. As far as the eye can see, the plaid tablecloth and the bright dishes feel much more pleasing to the eye than before.

He chose a shady spot to sit down, completely ignoring Qingman's face and began to order. "Here's two fritters, a bun, a bowl of bean curd, and a plate of pickles!"

"Just have breakfast! Take it yourself! What kind of VIP are you! The man who came early kindly spoke for Qingman, and sat down opposite Tu Bai with a bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Tu Bai glanced at the man, didn't say anything, and continued to add to Qingman again: "Also, the fritters should be all crispy, cut off and stumble on the sesame sauce!" The bean curd should be sweet, half bean curd and half bean paste! Put some balsamic vinegar in the pickles, not sesame oil! ”

At this moment, it is the time for the master in front of the stall. The people surrounding Qingman all looked at Tu Bai with mentally retarded eyes: Doesn't this thing want to live? How can you die at such a young age? He didn't know about the fiery temper of the stall owner?

I think when this stall first opened, some people came to find faults. The stall owner never gives an explanation, and directly solves the problem by violence......

They looked like they were watching a good show, looking forward to the next scene. I didn't want Qingman to hesitate, but I swallowed my anger and did it one by one, and really delivered the food ordered by Tu Bai to him at all.

Tu Bai glanced at the man sitting opposite him meaningfully: Did you see it? Ye is not a VIP, it is better than a VIP!

"How did you do that?" The man was curious.

"Simple! You have to take a knife to enjoy this treatment! Qingman didn't go far, and dropped a sentence coldly.

Tu Bai: ......

Seeing that he was slapped in the face so quickly, he had no choice but to turn his anger into food.

When he cleaned the dishes and raised his head again, he suddenly found that the green man in the crowd was gone, but there was an iron bucket beside him.

"The money is for you, right?" A woman handed him a handful of gross tickets, "A bun, a bowl of porridge, exactly four pieces don't need to be found!" ”

"My five! One tea egg, two bowls of soy milk! ”

……

Is this using Lao Tzu as a cashier?

Tu Bai reacted and was surrounded by people. They either threw the money directly into the jar or waved it in front of him...... This lively scene reminded him of the monkeys in the park that were visited, and the beggars who were given alms!

In an instant, his face was wonderful, as if he had broken the color palette, red, green, and purple kept changing.

Qingman! One day, Lao Tzu will have to kill you!

However, grinding teeth is grinding teeth, and being ruthless is being ruthless. He couldn't live without this place at the moment. Because there were still people in front of him who kept urging: "Eight yuan, you can find me two more yuan!" ”

……

Originally, Tu Bai had an idea and wanted to ask everyone to be exempted, but the foodies were very oppressed by the barbarians, and none of them dared to eat white food and leave, and none of them dared to covet Tu Bai's large-denomination "change".

In this way, he was busy until nearly ten o'clock, and Tu Bai sent everyone away.

However, he was not in a hurry to clean up the stall, only glanced up at the square probe mounted on the telephone pole, and walked straight towards the main control room.

Surveillance shows that Qingman left shortly after a woman appeared.

He retrieved the video from elsewhere and found that the woman lived on the eighteenth floor not far from the stall, and Qingman had not appeared since he followed.

Strange, what kind of woman would tell that kid not to even set up a food stall? Could it be his concubine? Tu Bai's gossip heart suddenly rose, and he immediately decided to follow over to have a look.

Besides, Qingman's side didn't know that the "creditor" was approaching, and he was hiding outside Huang Ali's house and secretly watching.

An hour passed, and the corridor was quiet, only the sound of Huang Ali's house coming from the seeming voice.

The voice was very thin, drifting like a handful of ghost fire, one moment like a whisper in the ear, the next like a few words floating from a long distance.

However, even so, the power of the voice did not diminish in the slightest. Rao listened to a few words, and Qingman shook off a layer of goosebumps for no reason.

Could this be how she spreads the idea of death? She clasped the skin of the wall with one finger, pondering the many unanswered questions in her heart.

Huang Ali, an old resident of this community, has no regular job, is nearly 30 years old and unmarried, and has recently helped out in the canteen of the Ingenuity Glass Factory.

Originally, such an inconspicuous woman, Qingman would not pay attention to her. However, when there was another accident a few days ago, she clearly saw the thick black turbidity billowing into the window of Huang Ali's house.

At the time, she was deliberately directing others to look in that direction, but no one reacted - so it wasn't a fire, they couldn't see it at all.

At this point, she has set her sights on Building 18, especially the residents on the 9th floor.

Excluding 901, who had a happy family, 903, who had been unhome for many years, and 905, who dined in front of the breakfast stall every day, Huang Ali, who lived in 907, entered Qingman's sight.

However, this woman has always lived in seclusion except for shifts. Qingman also guarded for two days in a row before he was able to get a glimpse of her true face. has unremarkable facial features, a thick skeleton, and an ordinary appearance, but there is an indescribable taste between words and deeds.

Qingman had deliberately passed by her, but the sultry taste was different from the heart-scratching liver she could feel.

It can't be the wrong person, right?

Qingman couldn't figure out the trick, and he was worried about startling the snake, so he could only quietly follow and follow.

Just yesterday, she successfully followed Huang Ali upstairs, and when she was about to return, she suddenly heard Huang Ali's singing.

In an instant, the blood in her chest churned, as if she suddenly smelled the smell of potions, and the hungry cells couldn't wait to swallow all the stinking air into her stomach. She didn't care about investigating more carefully, and fled the scene in embarrassment, not even knowing how she touched her home along the way.

Today, although she came prepared with earplugs, because of her limited hearing, her whole person was wooden.

It seems that we still have to take advantage of Huang Ali's time to go into the house again when Huang Ali is at work, and study it well! It would be even better if you could put surveillance in the house! She had just made this decision when she was slapped on the shoulder coldly from behind.