The good brother looked at the man in charge, and a deep voice sounded: "Just sit in the private room!" said the man in charge and walked straight over. The other man, visibly curious, looked around at the shop's layout, but said nothing.

The good brother smiled kindly at Ah Ben and followed him into the private room.

The so-called private room is just the innermost table of eight immortals, separated by two screens on the periphery, blocking the view.

At this time, there were no other customers in the store, but Ben didn't care, some people in the world always don't like to be close to people, and it's good to have a screen to separate them.

Ah Ben made a pot of tea and brought it into the private room, the two men had already taken off the hats on their heads, and they were both red-pupiled people, she was a little distracted: These two are too good-looking!

The man sitting in the top position, two heroic sword eyebrows flew obliquely into the temples, his wine eyes were clear and resolute, and he was a man like the scorching sun; the handsome face of the scorching sun man was rare in the world, and he didn't think that another red-eyed man was not inferior at all, with sparse eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, at first glance, it was difficult to distinguish between the two.

The good brother, who is still quite handsome, was sandwiched between the two of them, and suddenly became dull.

"Yo, brother, look, when this girl sees you, everyone has become stupid!" As soon as the thin-lipped man spoke, he immediately broke his skills, and his original temperament like a Zhilan jade tree was gone, but it revealed a frivolous and evil charm.

Ah Ben's face flushed, and he quickly lowered his eyes, muttering to himself in his heart: These two are brothers?

The sun man was steady, and he didn't pay attention to his brother's crazy words, but indifferently ordered, "Come to twenty drawers of buns!"

"Twenty drawers!?" Ben couldn't help but be stunned.

"What? no," the man's good-looking eyebrows raised.

"No, yes, yes...... I am...... No...... It's our buns that are very big, oh no, there are six buns in a drawer, and each bun weighs about half a catty...... Twenty drawers, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you won't be able to finish eating......" Stared at by the other party's wine eyes, A Ben couldn't help but feel a little flustered in his heart, his hands didn't know where to put it, and his plain and clever mouth stammered nervously.

"Is the girl worried that we won't be able to finish eating, or is she worried that we won't be able to pay?" the thin-lipped man tilted his head to look at her, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

"The guest officer is really joking!" "A Ben, who is weak on the outside and strong on the inside, is unhappy in his heart, but opening a shop to do business, harmony and wealth are the first priority, and no matter how difficult it is to serve the guests, it is the God of Wealth, and it is not wrong to have a smiling face.

"Just twenty drawers!" the sun man obviously didn't want to talk too much nonsense.

"Okay!" Ah Ben was busy responding, but there was a rebellious mood in his heart, wanting to see if these three people could finish eating twenty drawers of buns, although these two brothers were tall, but they didn't have any fat on their bodies, and they didn't look like big eaters at all! Plus the good big brother who accompanied him, even if they were all martial artists, he couldn't eat sixty catties! It would be good to be able to eat ten drawers! She secretly slandered herself, anyway, she had already reminded her, it was none of her business if she couldn't finish eating!

In a short time, twenty drawers of steaming buns were sent into the private room and piled up in two stacks, which was spectacular. The drawer cage of Qingfeng Bun Shop is already larger than others, so there is really a lot of it, it is enough for eight or nine strong men to let go of their bellies and eat comfortably!

The hot sun man picked up a steaming bun with chopsticks, swallowed it in two or three bites, and was not afraid of being hot.

Although the thin-lipped man was a little uninhibited, he seemed to have great respect for his brother, and when the other party moved the chopsticks, he pulled a bamboo drawer and placed it in front of him.

The good brother looked cramped, and he didn't dare to make a mistake at all, and he only sat on a third of the stool, let alone raise chopsticks to eat. It wasn't until the man in charge raised his eyes that he moved his chopsticks stiffly.

Ah Ben deliberately brought up all the twenty drawers of buns in one go, just to see the stunned looks of the two arrogant guys. As a result, when she just served all the buns back and forth a few times, she found that there were seven or eight empty bamboo drawers piled up on the table, and the good brother hadn't finished eating a bun, and then looked at the two people who were sweeping the buns, Ah Ben realized that he might be wrong.

"Sister Ben!" came the clean voice of a big boy outside the screen.

"Hey!" Ben hurriedly responded, turned around and spun out of the screen, she heard that the person was the soul warrior Xingchen Dahai who often frequented Qingfeng's bun shop.

The sun man raised his head, slowly put down the chopsticks, and a playful smile appeared on his face. He has been gobbling up buns, and the corners of his mouth have not been touched at all, and he is unusually clean. The thin-lipped man smiled too, but with a strange smile, like a feline that sees its prey.

A handsome man has a pleasant smile, but a good brother has a face like dust.

The sea of stars, the rising star of the Soul Suppression Tribe, a top-grade seventh-level martial artist, a good brother is known. Both of them are old customers of Qingfeng Bun Shop, and they come and go, and they are also familiar.

A good brother who is modest on the outside but utilitarian on the inside, he is very keen to get acquainted with middle and high-level warriors of various tribes on weekdays. It's just that the martial arts are highly hierarchical, and there are not many opportunities for a low-level martial artist like him to climb to a high-level martial artist.

Although Xingchen Dahai is a middle-to-high-level martial artist of the Soul Suppression Tribe, he is still young and simple, and he does not have too deep hierarchical discrimination, so he is one of the few target candidates for a good brother who can climb high. Usually, if you encounter it, the good brother will find some excuse to talk to him.

But at this moment, the good brother is in a cold sweat, like sitting on pins and needles, and there is a trace of anger in extreme fear: The two great killing gods are sitting next to him, and the middle and high-level martial artists who are enough to look up to him can be pinched to death with one finger, right? What is the boss of Inter thinking? Why do you want to let yourself receive such two terrible figures? He also told him in a private message to "do the best of the friendship of the landlord"! Although he is the secret stake buried by Shu Han in Caesar, he must obey Inter's orders, but his life is his own! Although the two in front of him are all tenth-level peerless martial artists, but after all, Chengdu is the nest of the soul suppression, and if he really wants to expose his identity, it will attract a large number of martial artists to besiege the soul suppression, and it is difficult to say who will kill the deer, and his own life will definitely not be saved!

In Ben's eyes, the man who looked like the sun was the number one enemy of the Soul Suppression Tribe, Ultraman Tiger, and the other thin-lipped man was Yu Chen, the deputy head of the Tiger Continent Long Tao. No one would have thought that the two tenth-level martial artists of the Megatron Continent would sneak into Chengdu at such a point in time, and under the eyes of the Soul Suppression Tribe, they would be accompanied by the good brother of the Caesar Martial Artist, eating steamed buns with Shi Shiran.