Before Zimu finished speaking, he felt his neck being pinched. Then the scene in front of him changed and he flew into the inn.
Jingzhou threw the little fat man aside with one hand and said with a smile: "Your name is Zimu? You are not a big man, but you have a quite bad temper."
Jingzhou looked back and forth at the little fat man in front of him, and he found that the face was quite similar to the one in his memory.
At this moment, he finally understood why the little fat man in front of him became the leader and bully in the "zi" generation.
There is still a lot of time before the plot begins, and this little fat man has become a Confucian disciple.
Counting from now on, wouldn't it be that this little fat man has been staying in Little Saint's Manor for more than ten years?
It has been more than ten years since I graduated from Xiaoshengxian Village successfully, but this little fat guy is also amazing!
He managed to get rid of one senior brother after another. In front of a group of junior brothers, he was the biggest one!
"You...you...who are you!"
"Let me tell you, I am a Confucian disciple. If...you...dare to hurt me, I..."
The arrogance on Zimu's face had long since disappeared, replaced by a look of horror. The moment he was caught before, it was so fast that he had no time to think.
Now his butt felt even more cracked, and the meat behind it was burning and painful.
"Oh, little fat man, what do you want?" Da Siming chuckled, and Zimu was so frightened that he hurriedly kicked his legs and stepped back some distance.
He swallowed, but the next words fell back into his stomach.
This woman made him feel scarier than the leader, especially her hands, which looked like they were stained with blood. The strange patterns on them seemed to come alive, turning into eyes staring at him, which made him feel sad. Hairy.
"I...I...I'm not good anymore." Zimu shook his head vigorously, stumbling over his words, and he was so anxious that he almost cried.
He originally thought that coming to Youjian Inn was just a chore. Although he had lost some status, it should be extremely relaxing. As long as anyone in Songhai City knew that he was a Confucian disciple, who would dare not give him face?
If he knew that there were these two people in an inn, he would rather be punished and copy "Guo Feng" twenty times than come to this ghost place!
"Oh, Master, there is a misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding!"
Chef Ding hurriedly ran down the stairs, came to Zimu, and helped him up.
"This little brother is a high disciple of Confucianism. There must be a lot of misunderstandings here."
Da Siming stared at Zimu and said, "Confucian, are Confucian very powerful?"
Of course Confucianism is great. Together with Mohism, it is one of the two most prominent schools in the world, and among the hundreds of schools of thought, it is also among the top! Although Cook Ding knew this truth, he didn't dare to say it to his face. He knew that these people in front of him were probably members of the Yin Yang family, and killing people was like killing chickens and dogs!
"Hahaha, this Confucian disciple is still young. I guess he is not sensible. Isn't it called a person at this age that he dislikes dogs or something like that?"
Jingzhou smiled and said, "What Shopkeeper Ding wants to say is that people hate dogs?"
"Yes, yes, this man hates dogs." Chef Ding narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to Zimu: "This young master has a lot of people. Little brother, if you do anything to offend the noble, hurry up and tell the noble. apologize."
"Shopkeeper Ding, you don't have to be like this. This little brother didn't rush into me. I just looked familiar to this little Confucian brother. Okay, the weather is nice today, so I just went out for a walk to see the beautiful scenery in the city."
After drinking all the tea in the cup, Jingzhou turned around and walked out.
"Haha", Da Siming glanced at Zimu again, then followed him and walked out.
"Wow!......"
As soon as the two of them went out, Zimu grinned and burst into tears. He never imagined that the man grabbed him because he thought he looked familiar.
Isn’t this an unforeseen disaster!
Looks familiar, looks so familiar!
Master Zimu swears that he has never seen this man and woman before!
Cook Ding forced a smile on his face, patted Zimu on the back and said, "Little brother, fat man, I know you feel aggrieved. Come and try this pastry. Eat a piece and you'll feel better."
After saying that, Cook Ding picked up a piece of pastry leftover from the table by Jingzhou and Da Siming and brought it to Zimu's mouth. Chef Ding has full confidence in his cooking skills. The things he makes can cure all kinds of sadness.
After eating a piece of pastry, the little fat man seemed to see a rainbow, and his whole body felt like he was floating in the clouds, and then he stopped crying.
"It's delicious. I want to eat another piece. No, I want to eat ten more pieces!"
Cook Ding handed the plate to Zimu. Seeing Zimu grab four or five pieces of pastries and put them in his mouth, Cook Ding chuckled and said, "Young man, you are a talented person. Confucianism is indeed extraordinary!"
"Ding... Shopkeeper, you are not bad. My son... Mu is acting in such a low-key manner, and you have noticed that he is extraordinary!" Zimu chewed hard, and then swallowed the pastry into his stomach. He puffed out his chest and raised his head again, looking very proud.
If it weren't for the tears still hanging on Zimu's face, it would seem that he wasn't the one crying before.
"Hahaha, that's it, how can you hide your talent, little brother! I don't know what's the matter with you coming to my inn, Big Fatty?"
"Oh, why did you forget this? It was an order from the headmaster, saying that there will be distinguished guests coming to Little Saint Xian Manor recently, and there are some dishes that need to be prepared by shopkeeper Ding..."
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Songhai City during the day is a different scene compared to the thousands of lights at night.
A small river divides the city into two, and there are small boats floating on the river.
There are various shops on both sides of the river, including wine shops, inns, teahouses, and pharmacies. Near the middle, there is the place of fireworks and romance.
Flags with the names of the shops were hung in front of the shops. When the wind blew, the flags fluttered. Occasionally, a seagull flies across the sky, leaving behind a cry.
Pedestrians were walking shoulder to shoulder on the road paved with bluestones, some carrying baskets, some carrying poles, and some leading horses.
Stalls were set up one after another in front of the shop, and the shouts could not be heard.
“Take a look at the fresh grass carp you just caught~”
"Come on, roast chicken, roast chicken, come and take a look~"
"Vegetables, vegetables, fresh vegetables, come and take a look~"
"The noodle seller, the noodle seller~"
Jing Zhou came to the noodle seller's stall, bought a noodle man from the stall, and handed it to Da Siming: "I don't know if you like the noodle man."
"My subordinates like it."
Da Siming took the noodle carefully, as if it was not a noodle but a treasure.
Jingzhou bought another Noodler from the stall, pulled the face of the Noodler with his hand, and in a moment changed the face of the Noodler, and said with a smile: "This is the Noodler." It looks like, if you hold it carefully like that, don’t you have nothing to play with?”
After saying that, Jingzhou squeezed again, lengthening the figure of the man.
