"Are you kidding me?"
When Feng Xiaoyun reached the door of Braised Chicken Rice, he suddenly heard a familiar accent next to him.
Following the sound, I saw a delivery man who seemed to be arguing with the store owner.
"What's wrong?" Yan Zi asked when he saw Feng Xiaoyun standing at the door motionless.
"Nothing, I saw someone interesting. Take your parents and grandma in to order food first, I'll be right in."
"Okay." There were several people in Yan Zi's group, so it was not convenient for them to just stand there at the door. Although they were curious, they could only obediently go in with their families.
"Boss, same as usual!" It can be seen that Yan Zi is indeed quite familiar with the boss. After entering, he found an empty seat and sat down, took off his mask and shouted.
Feng Xiaoyun walked over to the delivery man and heard the man in the store yell, "What are you yelling about? You stinky delivery man."
"You can say I'm a delivery man, but you can't say I'm a stinky delivery man." The delivery man said sternly, "I clearly saw you drop this piece of sausage on the ground, and you put it back in your bowl."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" The big, strong noodle shop owner roared in anger after being exposed: "Which eye did you see? Show me?"
As he spoke, he pointed the 4-50 cm long noodle chopsticks at the delivery man's eyes.
"You~don't think I'm afraid of you~I just have a takeaway to deliver~Anyway, I won't take your order! I won't take it even if you complain to me!" The delivery man was obviously scared, and he slowly backed away while uttering harsh words.
As he retreated to a safe distance, he shouted, "This noodle shop puts the pig intestines that fell on the ground into the bowl."
After saying that, he turned around and ran towards Feng Xiaoyun. Because there were many students on this street, the deliverymen could not ride their bikes to the door of the store, so they had to park them at the intersection, which was next to Feng Xiaoyun's store.
He hurriedly inserted the motorcycle key and was about to start the car when he saw a pair of hands on his handlebars.
The delivery man turned pale with fear. He looked up and found that it was not the ferocious boss from before. He asked Feng Xiaoyun with a guilty conscience: "You, what do you want to do?"
"Don't worry, you see he's busy with business and has no time to deal with you." Feng Xiaoyun pointed behind him. The delivery man looked in the direction of his hand and saw several people entering the store. The boss didn't chase them out, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Xiaoyun looked at the man in front of him. His appearance could only be described as decent, not outstanding. At least he was not as handsome as himself. But he was not ugly either, at least he would not make people feel disgusted.
The key is his every move, there is always a sense of rigidity but unexpected humor. Those who understand this feeling will understand it, and those who don't understand it won't understand it even if you explain it to them, but just by watching him speak, you will understand. Although the boss was angrily scolding the delivery man just now, Feng Xiaoyun could see that he was actually holding back his laughter.
Not everyone has the talent to make people who are arguing with you laugh.
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, I'm not that kind of person who does things casually!" The delivery man looked at Feng Xiaoyun righteously and said. He had heard that there were rich ladies or people with special hobbies who would come to Jiangdu Art School to meet handsome guys, but he didn't expect that he would fall in love with him today.
"Uh! Haha, you're overthinking it!" Feng Xiaoyun saw that he was becoming more and more satisfied with this and asked, "I just want to ask you a few questions. I wonder if you have time."
"No, you're crazy. I have to hurry to deliver the food. If I don't, you'll have to support me." As he said that, he waved his hand to ask Feng Xiaoyun to take the handlebar off the bike he was sending him.
"I can pay you."
"My mother has always told me since I was a child: It doesn't matter if you have money or not, but at least you have to be a respected person!"
"One hundred yuan a minute, pay in cash!" Feng Xiaoyun said as he took out more than ten hundred-yuan bills from his wallet.
"I've already told you that it doesn't matter whether you have money or not, but my dad also said that when people ask you questions, you should try your best to answer them."
After saying that, the delivery guy took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the stopwatch mode: "Is it okay for me to start timing now?"
"It's not convenient to talk here. Why don't we go there and talk?" Feng Xiaoyun pointed to the noodle shop.
"I..." Before the delivery boy could say anything, Feng Xiaoyun counted out ten bills and put them in his hand: "How about we chat for ten minutes first?"
"Okay!" I got a thousand yuan, and in broad daylight, I still didn't believe that the man would dare to hit me.
He locked the car and followed Feng Xiaoyun to the door of the noodle shop. Then he hooked his arm around Feng Xiaoyun's shoulder and called out, "Boss, give me two bowls of noodles."
He was still quite scheming. Feng Xiaoyun looked tall and strong, and he acted like he was very familiar with him. I think the owner of this store would also be a little worried.
"It's you!" The boss didn't expect that the delivery guy would dare to come and eat noodles here.
"Boss, you have a surveillance camera here. It will clearly show whether you did it just now or not." Feng Xiaoyun picked up a pair of chopsticks and paused on the table, making the heads of the two chopsticks level. Then, without raising his head, he pointed at the surveillance camera on the ceiling with the chopsticks.
"What do you want to eat?" the boss asked, suppressing his anger. It was the peak lunch time now, and it would be bad for him if he started arguing.
"The cheapest noodles, two bowls!" shouted the delivery guy.
Feng Xiaoyun took out his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Yan Zi, telling her to let them eat first and not to wait for him.
Yan Zi also knew that Feng Xiaoyun must have something to do, so he agreed.
Feng Xiaoyun was fiddling with his phone. The delivery guy didn't talk to him. He just took out the money and checked the authenticity of each bill one by one.
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