There are always many things happening in this world that are unexpected. Everyone feels that they are the center of the world, and the scary thing is this arrogance. Maybe the same is true for the universe. Every star thinks that it is the center, but does not know that it is also the one revolving around.
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
"right!"
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
This is not the most special thing. The most special thing is that this old man has only sold meat buns, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian buns so that he could attract customers who don't eat meat.
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai and said: "I don't think the matter has reached the point where it will never end. Colonel Zhu is hiding very deep."
People revolve around each other to form society, and stars revolve around to form the sky.
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
"Want to be a full-fledged ghost?"
Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai and said: "I don't think the matter has reached the point where it will never end. Colonel Zhu is hiding very deep."
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
"Another drawer."
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
"How much?"
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
the old man asked.
the old man asked.
People revolve around each other to form society, and stars revolve around to form the sky.
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
"Baozi is just a bun, anything you dip it in will destroy the taste."
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
"An Zheng."
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
"That's right. I can't figure it out. He destroyed the Zi family when he entered the city with thunderous means. But there was no movement from the Zi family after that. What are you waiting for? I think...either he actually has no evidence at all, or It’s just that he knows better.”
"Then I'll wait."
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
An Zheng looked at the size of the buns: "How to sell them?"
An Zheng: "..."
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
"Then I'll wait."
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
An Zheng: "..."
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
"Let's test it out."
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
When An Zheng walked outside Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the heat rising from the bread shop opposite. On a rainy night, the heat seemed even stronger. An Zheng suddenly thought that if he ate two hot meat buns before killing someone, he would be very happy and full. So An Zheng walked over, put the knife and umbrella aside, washed his hands in the purification pool, and sat down upright.
"Let's test it out."
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
the old man asked.
Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai and said: "I don't think the matter has reached the point where it will never end. Colonel Zhu is hiding very deep."
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai and said: "I don't think the matter has reached the point where it will never end. Colonel Zhu is hiding very deep."
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
"right!"
"Want to be a full-fledged ghost?"
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
Everyone was silent.
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
"benefit?"
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
This is not the most special thing. The most special thing is that this old man has only sold meat buns, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian buns so that he could attract customers who don't eat meat.
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
"benefit?"
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
Everyone was silent.
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
"I don't care whether others come or not. Three hundred buns a day are just for myself."
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, if he wants benefits, the benefits given to him by all of you here can burst his belly. If he really just wants benefits, then that's it. It's easy to say, everyone's teeth are broken Squeeze out some and it will be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime. "
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
"Don't think it's that simple."
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
Nie Xiangtai waved his hand at the right time, naturally showing his status as the most respected person here.
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
Nie Xiangtai waved his hand at the right time, naturally showing his status as the most respected person here.
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
A few minutes later, the old man stood up and placed the last drawer of buns in front of An Zheng: "You have a big appetite."
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
He looked out the window: "It's raining... It's a good weather for killing people. I remember there is a Yulai Pavilion in the city. It's a nice place and fits the scene."
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
the old man asked.
"Then I'll wait."
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
"An Zheng."
"You won't leave even if you don't make steamed buns. What are you waiting for?"
The old man took a meat bun and placed it in front of An Zheng: "I'll give you one as a gift. There's no charge for this."
Everyone was silent.
There are always many things happening in this world that are unexpected. Everyone feels that they are the center of the world, and the scary thing is this arrogance. Maybe the same is true for the universe. Every star thinks that it is the center, but does not know that it is also the one revolving around.
"I don't care whether others come or not. Three hundred buns a day are just for myself."
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
"Another drawer."
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
When An Zheng walked outside Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the heat rising from the bread shop opposite. On a rainy night, the heat seemed even stronger. An Zheng suddenly thought that if he ate two hot meat buns before killing someone, he would be very happy and full. So An Zheng walked over, put the knife and umbrella aside, washed his hands in the purification pool, and sat down upright.
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
An Zheng looked at the size of the buns: "How to sell them?"
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
"Why?"
"An Zheng."
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
Someone looked at Nie Xiangtai and said: "I don't think the matter has reached the point where it will never end. Colonel Zhu is hiding very deep."
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
He looked out the window: "It's raining... It's a good weather for killing people. I remember there is a Yulai Pavilion in the city. It's a nice place and fits the scene."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
"Let's test it out."
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
Everyone was silent.
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
It's raining, not heavily, but very densely. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. His left hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very steady. It was not raining or windy, but the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be stuck in a stone. It's a little poetic to go out for a walk with an umbrella on such a rainy night. Unfortunately, what ruins the poetry is the knife held in An Zheng's right hand.
the old man asked.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
It's raining, not heavily, but very densely. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. His left hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very steady. It was not raining or windy, but the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be stuck in a stone. It's a little poetic to go out for a walk with an umbrella on such a rainy night. Unfortunately, what ruins the poetry is the knife held in An Zheng's right hand.
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
On a rainy night, An Zheng ate three hundred steamed buns. Then, holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, he turned back to the old man and said, "Have you ever made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight. Make another three hundred steamed buns and I'll eat them too." Go down."
"That's right. I can't figure it out. He destroyed the Zi family when he entered the city with thunderous means. But there was no movement from the Zi family after that. What are you waiting for? I think...either he actually has no evidence at all, or It’s just that he knows better.”
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
Nie Xiangtai waved his hand at the right time, naturally showing his status as the most respected person here.
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
"Then I'll wait."
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
When An Zheng walked outside Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the heat rising from the bread shop opposite. On a rainy night, the heat seemed even stronger. An Zheng suddenly thought that if he ate two hot meat buns before killing someone, he would be very happy and full. So An Zheng walked over, put the knife and umbrella aside, washed his hands in the purification pool, and sat down upright.
There are always many things happening in this world that are unexpected. Everyone feels that they are the center of the world, and the scary thing is this arrogance. Maybe the same is true for the universe. Every star thinks that it is the center, but does not know that it is also the one revolving around.
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
It's raining, not heavily, but very densely. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. His left hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very steady. It was not raining or windy, but the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be stuck in a stone. It's a little poetic to go out for a walk with an umbrella on such a rainy night. Unfortunately, what ruins the poetry is the knife held in An Zheng's right hand.
Although the backs of his hands are covered with age spots, even the pickiest little girl will not think his buns are unclean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed very short, and there wasn't a trace of dirt between them.
"Why?"
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
"How much?"
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
This is not the most special thing. The most special thing is that this old man has only sold meat buns, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian buns so that he could attract customers who don't eat meat.
"How much?"
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
This is not the most special thing. The most special thing is that this old man has only sold meat buns, not vegetarian buns. Someone once asked him why he didn't sell vegetarian buns so that he could attract customers who don't eat meat.
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
An Zheng: "..."
"You won't leave even if you don't make steamed buns. What are you waiting for?"
Although the backs of his hands are covered with age spots, even the pickiest little girl will not think his buns are unclean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed very short, and there wasn't a trace of dirt between them.
"Baozi is just a bun, anything you dip it in will destroy the taste."
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
"Why?"
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
Nie Xiangtai waved his hand at the right time, naturally showing his status as the most respected person here.
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
When An Zheng walked outside Yulai Pavilion with an umbrella and a knife, he saw the heat rising from the bread shop opposite. On a rainy night, the heat seemed even stronger. An Zheng suddenly thought that if he ate two hot meat buns before killing someone, he would be very happy and full. So An Zheng walked over, put the knife and umbrella aside, washed his hands in the purification pool, and sat down upright.
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
"An Zheng."
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
"How much?"
An Zheng: "..."
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
the old man asked.
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
"Want to be a full-fledged ghost?"
the old man asked.
the old man asked.
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
Although the backs of his hands are covered with age spots, even the pickiest little girl will not think his buns are unclean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed very short, and there wasn't a trace of dirt between them.
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
An Zheng looked at the size of the buns: "How to sell them?"
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
"Then I'll wait."
The old man took a meat bun and placed it in front of An Zheng: "I'll give you one as a gift. There's no charge for this."
"How much?"
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
Everyone was silent.
The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
"Why?"
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
A few minutes later, the old man stood up and placed the last drawer of buns in front of An Zheng: "You have a big appetite."
He looked out the window: "It's raining... It's a good weather for killing people. I remember there is a Yulai Pavilion in the city. It's a nice place and fits the scene."
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
Although the backs of his hands are covered with age spots, even the pickiest little girl will not think his buns are unclean because of these hands. His nails were trimmed very short, and there wasn't a trace of dirt between them.
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
An Zheng: "..."
"Why?"
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
"Don't think it's that simple."
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
"Let's test it out."
"Don't think it's that simple."
"That's right. I can't figure it out. He destroyed the Zi family when he entered the city with thunderous means. But there was no movement from the Zi family after that. What are you waiting for? I think...either he actually has no evidence at all, or It’s just that he knows better.”
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
"Let's test it out."
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, if he wants benefits, the benefits given to him by all of you here can burst his belly. If he really just wants benefits, then that's it. It's easy to say, everyone's teeth are broken Squeeze out some and it will be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime. "
"An Zheng."
Everyone was silent.
"You won't leave even if you don't make steamed buns. What are you waiting for?"
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
"I don't care whether others come or not. Three hundred buns a day are just for myself."
"Another drawer."
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
An Zheng was a little excited at this moment, and the indescribable pain that had accumulated in his heart these days was slightly relieved by the reconnection with Master Shan. He sat on the roadside and laughed like an idiot for a long time, until he shed tears.
"Another drawer."
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
"How much?"
On a rainy night, An Zheng ate three hundred steamed buns. Then, holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, he turned back to the old man and said, "Have you ever made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight. Make another three hundred steamed buns and I'll eat them too." Go down."
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
"Want to be a full-fledged ghost?"
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
Nie Xiangtai waved to the girl and asked the girl to help him up. As he walked, he said: "What you said before is very good, but have you ever thought about who should start the test if it is to be tested? Naturally, it cannot start with Zhu Xiaojian. It can’t start with the border generals he brought. Also, is this temptation to directly send the benefits? "
A few minutes later, the old man stood up and placed the last drawer of buns in front of An Zheng: "You have a big appetite."
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
"I don't care whether others come or not. Three hundred buns a day are just for myself."
There are always many things happening in this world that are unexpected. Everyone feels that they are the center of the world, and the scary thing is this arrogance. Maybe the same is true for the universe. Every star thinks that it is the center, but does not know that it is also the one revolving around.
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
the old man asked.
On a rainy night, An Zheng ate three hundred steamed buns. Then, holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, he turned back to the old man and said, "Have you ever made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight. Make another three hundred steamed buns and I'll eat them too." Go down."
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, if he wants benefits, the benefits given to him by all of you here can burst his belly. If he really just wants benefits, then that's it. It's easy to say, everyone's teeth are broken Squeeze out some and it will be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime. "
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
The old man put the buns down and then made new buns.
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "
"Then I'll wait."
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
"Then I'll wait."
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
An Zheng ate another tray of steamed buns in less than a minute, feeling that this moment was really the most beautiful time. The rainy night is slightly cold, and the steamed buns warm the belly.
"How much?"
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
The old man took a meat bun and placed it in front of An Zheng: "I'll give you one as a gift. There's no charge for this."
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
"Another drawer."
"You are about to die, I will give you a meat bun. After you die, stop wandering around here. If you want to scare people, go far away. The old woman opposite who makes a living in flesh and blood is almost sixty and still refuses to retire. You Go scare her to death."
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
It's raining, not heavily, but very densely. When An Zheng came out of the inn, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella. His left hand holding the handle of the umbrella was very steady. It was not raining or windy, but the oil-paper umbrella seemed to be stuck in a stone. It's a little poetic to go out for a walk with an umbrella on such a rainy night. Unfortunately, what ruins the poetry is the knife held in An Zheng's right hand.
"Baozi is just a bun, anything you dip it in will destroy the taste."
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
People revolve around each other to form society, and stars revolve around to form the sky.
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
"How much?"
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
"Don't think it's that simple."
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
"How much?"
the old man asked.
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
The old man who sells steamed buns has been making a living here for thirty years. He will not rest no matter whether it is windy or rainy. He makes 300 steamed buns every day and calls it a day when he sells out. Logically speaking, even if he cannot accumulate a fortune after thirty years of working, he will be fine if he lives a better life. However, he still wore patched clothes and patched apron, looking dirty... However, he had a pair of impossibly clean hands.
"right!"
The old man took a meat bun and placed it in front of An Zheng: "I'll give you one as a gift. There's no charge for this."
"Then I'll wait."
the old man asked.
Someone laughed: "Hahahaha, if he wants benefits, the benefits given to him by all of you here can burst his belly. If he really just wants benefits, then that's it. It's easy to say, everyone's teeth are broken Squeeze out some and it will be enough for him to enjoy for a lifetime. "
An Zheng sat there quietly, with his hands on his knees, somewhat sincerely.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
"You won't leave even if you don't make steamed buns. What are you waiting for?"
"Why do you think I will die, old man?"
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
At this time, those people in Lucheng City who were unwilling to withdraw from the stage were discussing the small things before doing something big. At least in their eyes, this thing was just a prelude to the big thing.
A few minutes later, the old man stood up and placed the last drawer of buns in front of An Zheng: "You have a big appetite."
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
"What does Inspector Zhu want to do? Do you know?"
"Let's test it out."
"On rainy nights like this, there are always many life and death incidents. I have been selling steamed buns here for thirty years and I have never seen anything happen. Generally speaking, people like you are alone with a knife and an umbrella. Those who come out are the ones who are sure to die. You don’t know where the other party is, how many people there are, you can’t even see through the rain curtain, and maybe you don’t know why you are here. You come here in a daze, and you die in a daze... "
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
"No one who can be a prosecutor in the Department of Police is a loser."
An Zheng's lips curled up: "It's bigger than you think."
There is not a lot of water on the street, and the black boots with white soles give a sense of beauty like a splash-ink painting when walking on the rain. The black detective Si Jinyi with purple and gold lines looks very gorgeous and yet heavy, which goes well with the gloomy weather and dark night. He held an umbrella and a knife, and walked alone along the street to Yu Lai Pavilion. Yulai Pavilion is somewhat famous in Lucheng, but it is not because of the pavilion, but because there is a bun shop opposite the pavilion.
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
"Mr. Nie, I just can't understand this... If Inspector Zhu already has our solid evidence, then why doesn't he take action? At least on the surface, his chances of winning are slightly better. He has 20,000 border troops with murderous intent and so many spy guards from the Police Department. He can take action without even asking Ning Xiaolou for instructions. "
"Why don't you use vinegar or soy sauce?"
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
Nie Xiangtai said: "No, we have to kill someone. Killing someone can test Zhu Xiaojian's bottom line and find out what he wants? This person cannot be very important, but the team must be clear. Killing him has nothing to do with it. The overall situation is insignificant, but it can give Zhu Xiaojian some pain. If he has not made a gesture of all-out war at this time, then there is something to talk about... The good thing is, just give it to him. "
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
On a rainy night, An Zheng ate three hundred steamed buns. Then, holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, he turned back to the old man and said, "Have you ever made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight. Make another three hundred steamed buns and I'll eat them too." Go down."
As soon as this sentence was finished, everyone fell into silence. If Colonel Zhu really knew more, it would be a disaster for everyone in this living room, and even for the families or forces behind them. Everyone knows what Bai Sheng Junning Xiaolou hates the most, and everyone knows that once the people from the Police Department take action, they will do it in four words... eradicate the roots.
"An Zheng."
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
On a rainy night, An Zheng ate three hundred steamed buns. Then, holding an umbrella and carrying a knife, he turned back to the old man and said, "Have you ever made an exception? If not, you might as well try it tonight. Make another three hundred steamed buns and I'll eat them too." Go down."
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
The old man placed a drawer of steamed buns in front of An Zheng, then handed him an empty bowl and pointed to the condiments on the table: "Chili oil, vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, minced garlic, coriander, and chopped green onion are all available."
An Zheng pointed at the buns: "Here's a drawer."
"Two hundred and ninety-four."
An Zheng came back with an umbrella and a knife, and took a breath.
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
When he returned to the inn, Du Xinyue had already left, and there was a note on the table with only three words on it... Yu Laiting.
Nie Xiangtai glanced at the people sitting in front of him, but there was nothing wrong with their expressions. He has been ups and downs for hundreds of years, and after experiencing too much, he has reached the state that is said to be invisible to emotions and anger. That's a very complimentary thing to say, but to put it another way is to be thick-skinned to a certain extent.
An Zheng didn't even look at it, he picked up a bun and took a bite... Then he groaned with satisfaction, this bun was really delicious. It's not fat or greasy, and the aroma goes into your throat when you take a bite. When the soup flows in your mouth, it feels as comfortable as being massaged. There were six buns in a drawer, and An Zheng didn't even have a minute to finish them.
Another person stood up and said: "It seems to be more detrimental to us if we start a full-scale war without testing it. If he knows enough, he will not give us time to prepare. If he does not continue to take action, I guess there will only be two A possibility. First, he is also thinking about how to test, because he does not know enough. Second, he is waiting for us to give him an explanation... or, in other words, benefits. "
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
"You won't leave even if you don't make steamed buns. What are you waiting for?"
He asked, like a good old gentleman gently guiding his disciples to think.
When the rain came to the pavilion, three hundred corpses were found.
The old man replied seriously: "You haven't given me the money yet."
He is a very strange old man, but... the meat buns he makes are really, really delicious.
The old man rolled out the dough skillfully, pinched the pleats skillfully, and put it into the pot skillfully.
An Zheng wolfed down the food, and the soup on the corner of his mouth made him look a little ridiculous. However, the old man became serious and stopped talking. He just placed the cooked buns in front of An Zheng one by one. An Zheng stopped talking and just brought them one by one to eat. Gradually, people around him The cages have been stacked almost as high as one person. The old man put the last drawer of buns on the fire, then squatted at the door and lit his pipe. When the smoke blew out, it broke into the rain curtain, which seemed a little out of place.
"No one will come again tonight, the rain is getting heavier and heavier, why do you need to make so many buns?"
"Mr. Nie, who to kill?"
The old man said: "I'm not a vegetarian, why do I sell vegetarian buns? Why do I ask vegetarians to buy my meat buns?"
Nie Xiangtai said with a smile: "Is this person important? Not important, just a small role. However, his position is very clear, he is the person of Zhu Xiaojian. When he died, Zhu Xiaojian's reaction was enough to explain the problem. But Don't get involved directly in this matter... Don't the Zi family have two branches outside the city? They also have a lot of manpower. Let them select men to go into the city now and start tonight. "