There is no other way, Xiao Han is just rushing to put it on the shelves.
Among the three of them, Cheng Yaojin was completely unreliable.
Luo Shixin is reliable in his work, but he is also a master who can't beat him with three sticks.
After much deliberation, I had no choice but to let him go shirtless.
However, before it was put on the shelves, I felt that interrogation should be very technical. But when I started doing it, Xiao Han found that the interrogation process might not be troublesome.
Get Lao Cheng next to you and give him a homemade mace...
Xiao Han asked a question, and as long as the person who answered hesitated for a moment, Xiao Han would subconsciously close his eyes, because the next scene would be a bit cruel...
Such intermittent screams continued very late.
Those men in the army had poor confidentiality awareness, but Cheng Yaojin gave them a beating with a hammer, causing their noses to be bruised and their faces swollen. Except for Big Beard and Er Zhuhuan, the others only regretted that they had confessed late!
Later, one by one even confessed that they had secretly watched the widow next door take a bath when they were children. They just asked Cheng Yaojin to stay away from them!
The sky finally got bright.
It snowed in the middle of the night, and when I woke up in the morning, the huge Pingyang City became a world covered in silver.
Pedestrians gradually began to appear on the road outside the inn.
The waiter who got up early in the shop next door pushed aside the soft snow in front of the door with a big broom while complaining to an acquaintance about the inexplicable shouts that came from time to time last night.
"Man, have some bowls of noodles and add more braised noodles!"
After a busy night, Xiao Han and Cheng Yaojin yawned and came to the inn lobby. They just shouted something, and when they glanced around, they suddenly realized that something was wrong with the inn.
In the lobby of the inn, the mess that they caused yesterday has been neatly arranged, and even the sets of tables and chairs have been replaced with new ones.
But no matter how Xiao Han looked at it, he felt a little awkward. After thinking about it carefully, he realized: It seems a little deserted here! In the huge lobby, apart from him and Cheng Yaojin, there were only a few waiters and the frowning shopkeeper.
"Huh? Where are the people?"
After muttering, Xiao Han suddenly raised his head and looked towards the second floor.
Sure enough, all the guest rooms that were full of guests yesterday had their doors wide open, and the people inside had long disappeared.
"Hey, shopkeeper, where are your guests?" Xiao Han looked around with his head raised, rubbed his neck, and strangely shouted to the short shopkeeper at the counter.
"They're all gone. They checked out overnight yesterday, and some of them didn't even ask for a deposit."
Hearing Xiao Han's question, before the shopkeeper with a resentful face could speak, a slightly clear voice came from one side of the lobby.
"Who?!"
Xiao Han looked for the voice and turned around, only to find a young man walking towards them.
Behind him, there was a middle-aged man dressed as a groom, who was looking at himself and Cheng Yaojin cautiously.
"Haha, I, Wang Fu, have met you two! What do you call them?" The young man saw Xiao Han looking over, and gave him a slight salute. After he straightened up, he asked with a smile.
Cheng Yaojin raised his eyelids, looked at the master and servant up and down, and then said lukewarmly: "Wang Fuqi? I haven't heard of it! As for the two of us, we are just passers-by. See you today, but not tomorrow." , you don’t need to call me by name!
Why? Man! Where is our face! Why not? I want to starve to death! "
Cheng Yaojin spoke rudely, and even ignored Wang Fujie's intention to get acquainted.
When Xiao Han saw this, he immediately understood.
This is not because Lao Cheng is deliberately staged, but at this juncture, he doesn't want to cause more trouble and trouble.
"Hey, what a pity! Wang Fujue, this is Wang Fujue..."
He secretly felt a little regretful in his heart, but in the end, Xiao Han, like Cheng Yaojin, turned his head silently without saying a word.
The name Wang Fuju may be unfamiliar to many people!
But when it comes to his father and son, Xiao Han understands that they are really not ordinary famous!
In the past, the great Confucian Wangtong had a relationship with him! That is to say, that outstanding man whose disciples are all over the Tang Dynasty is Wang Fuji's father!
And Wang Fuji's son is an invincible man who cuts wires with a kitchen knife and sparks lightning all the way!
He has been extremely intelligent since he was a child. At the age of fourteen, he wrote the "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion", which was enough to illuminate the entire Tang Dynasty poetry world!
(There is also research that said it was written when he was 25 years old, but even so, he is still a master! Such a poem, even if Coke lives another 250 years, he will not be able to write it...)
'The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky'
'The mountains are difficult to overcome, who feels sad for those who have lost their way? When we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land. '
The only person who could write such a poem at such a young age was Wang Bo, one of the four heroes of the early Tang Dynasty and the peerless prodigy!
Xiao Han turned his head and sighed secretly in his heart.
Wang Fuji, who came over, looked stagnant.
As the eldest son of the Wang family, he was supported and fawned over wherever he went. It was the first time in his life that he was ignored like this.
However, after all, he is our son and is used to seeing the world!
Faced with this embarrassing situation, Wang Fujin's face was just stunned for a moment, and he quickly returned to his original open-minded look.
Smiling at the table behind Xiao Han, Wang Fuji also shouted to the waiter: "Here comes a bowl of noodles, add more braised noodles!"
The noodles were served quickly this time.
I don’t know if he got involved with that young man, but there was indeed a lot of soup!
Fully half of the head-sized bowl was filled with vegetable stew filled with diced meat. Xiao Han turned over three chopsticks and then pulled out the snow-white noodles underneath.
"Slimy..."
When they picked up the bowl, Xiao Han and Cheng Yaojin were not polite. They held the bowl in one hand and used chopsticks to push it into their mouths with the other hand. The sound of eating noodles could not be heard! Wang Fuqi, who was slow and courteous and elegant in eating and drinking, were two extremes.
When they were young, Cheng Yaojin and Xiao Han dropped their bowls on the table almost at the same time.
The sea bowls as big as a human head were as clean as those licked by dogs, and it was impossible to tell what they once contained.
"Are you full?" Cheng Yaojin leaned on the back of the chair and asked Xiao Han while stroking his stomach.
Xiao Han is now rolling his eyes. There is indeed something special about this hand-made noodle...
"When you're full, let's go back and have a rest..."
Standing up with difficulty, Xiao Han was about to take Cheng Yaojin back to the hospital, but there was a burst of messy footsteps outside the inn.
"That's it!"
Soon, mixed in with the footsteps, someone shouted!
This movement suddenly sounded familiar to Xiao Han. He subconsciously turned around and looked outside. When he saw the person clearly, he was immediately happy!
Isn't this the guy who lived on the second floor yesterday and was almost killed by a knife?