Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Do you have no sense of taste? ...
"How about I brainwash you and then tattoo a turtle on your forehead?" Qiao Zhuo clenched his fist.
Tan Du laughed out loud: "It's just a joke, don't bother Boss Qiao."
The footsteps gradually faded away. Qiao Zhuo glanced at the back of his hand and suddenly laughed.
The old and new streets are separated by a straight-line distance of one kilometer. Even in the small alley on the east side, you can still hear the lively hawking sounds of the market through loudspeakers and speakers.
Qiao Zhuoyi had never expected that this year even the small restaurants here had moved to the market, and there wasn't even a single store left in the entire old street to fill his stomach.
Thinking about how he had just passed by the pancake shop and refused the pancake given by Sister Sun, Boss Qiao now just wanted to regret it.
"I don't sell that stuff here! You have to go to the city, the big supermarkets have it!"
As soon as Qiao Zhuo opened the door of the convenience store, the owner, Afeng, was spitting out melon seed shells and yelling, his eyes glued to the computer screen without even raising his head.
The person standing in front of him looked familiar. He was wearing a loose but stylish black shirt and jeans, with a brown leather belt around his waist, which showed off his narrow waist.
Qiao Zhuo had seen the power hidden under the cloth. Even the figure of this man was deceptive.
fraud.
"Boss Qiao?" The liar turned around. "What a coincidence."
Qiao Zhuoyi went to the shelf and picked out some bread and biscuits, then picked up a certain chef's braised beef noodles with a look of despair, and finally picked up a box of candy from the counter.
A Feng glanced at it and said, "Thirty-nine."
As soon as Qiao Zhuo paid and left, Tan Du followed him and asked, "Boss Qiao, is this all you had for lunch?"
"Is your forehead itchy?" Qiao Zhuo asked.
Tan Du smiled and touched his forehead with the back of his hand: "It doesn't itch."
Qiao Zhuo glanced at the bag in his hand, and Tan Du brought the bag under his nose.
Qiao Zhuo turned his head away and asked, "Do you want celery and meat in your coffee?"
"I'll go back and cook tonight," Tan Du said, "the vegetables in town are fresh."
Gulu——
Don't bring up things that are not related to the topic.
Qiao Zhuo's stomach growled, and his back teeth clenched. The man next to him seemed not to hear him, and continued with that calm, long tone, "This year, the market has set up a special food street, and all the restaurants in the old street have gone out."
As they talked, they arrived at the entrance of TD. Tan Du spoke a little faster, "There's a restaurant in the alley. I'll go over there after I drop off the food. Boss Qiao, do you want to come with us?"
Qiao Zhuo paused: "He didn't go?"
Tan Du shook his head: "He's not going."
Qiao Zhuo frowned slightly, the balance swinging between the master surnamed Kang, the unknown cook and the smiling tiger.
"Any concerns?" Tan Du waited patiently.
Qiao Zhuo looked at his smiling face and said coldly, "It seems that we are not meant to eat at the same table."
"Oh—" Tan Du pushed open the door, "Forget it then."
"Hey, Xiao Tan, why are you bringing..."
Two figures entered "Qu Xiaochu" one after another. The man on the recliner pulled off the newspaper covering his face, revealing a bald head, and fell silent in the middle of greeting.
These two...sit at separate tables.
"Old Qu, serve the dishes, one portion for each table," said Tan Du.
Old Qu looked back and forth between the two tables with his small eyes, muttered "strange", draped the towel over his shoulder and went into the kitchen.
Qiao Zhuoyi hadn't expected that it would be like this. He stared at the table and didn't want to look up.
But isn’t this table a little too clean, as if it has never been stained by oil smoke?
It wasn't until the food was served that Qiao Zhuoyi finally understood - the food was neither tasty nor delicious.
He looked towards the other table dimly. Tan Du's expression remained unchanged as he finished his meal slowly. What kind of trick was this to hurt himself by a thousand while killing eight hundred enemies?
Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, Qiao Zhuoyi ate everything on the table and even tripped over the stairs when he went out.
"Be careful." Tan Du helped him up.
Qiao Zhuo shook him off fiercely and walked back angrily.
"Boss Qiao!" Tan Du caught up and asked with a smile, "Why are you angry again? Is Lao Qu's food not tasty?"
"Don't you know whether it tastes good or not?" Qiao Zhuo pressed his stomach and felt like vomiting.
"The food in his shop is very hygienic," Tan Du said. "I came across him when I was buying groceries. Lao Qu really likes cooking. It's just that his shop is deep in the alley, so there aren't many customers..."
"Is this why he has no customers?!"
"Hmm?" Tan Du was puzzled. "Or is it because of this?"
The scorching sun made the veins on Qiao Zhuo's forehead throb. He lowered his voice and roared, "Don't you have a sense of taste?"
Tan Du was stunned for a moment, his eyelids drooped, and he responded softly.
“…”
A surge of anger suddenly blocked his throat. Qiao Zhuo stared at him for a moment, then walked to the canteen, took out a cup, and handed it to him: "Drink."
Tan Du smelled it and drank it without changing his expression.
Seeing that the bottle was almost empty, Qiao Zhuo grabbed it and said, "I didn't ask you to finish it!"
If you can't taste it, you can smell it. It has such a strong vinegar smell.
Qiao Zhuoyi handed him a lollipop, and Tan Du said, "It's okay, I don't feel anything."
"Eat!" Qiao Zhuo walked forward with his head down. No wonder he was often asked to try new things. It turned out that the boss of TD had no sense of taste.
A small stone was kicked far away, and Qiao Zhuoyi asked in a low voice, "So the sweetness voting was a lie?"
Tan Du shook his head: "I'm not lying to you, I voted based on the recipe."
"Where's the sparkling water?"
Tan Du smiled and said, "This is what I really drank. The stimulation to the nasal cavity is different. Why... don't you leave?"
He followed the other person's gaze and saw two children standing at the door of TD, one with a crew cut and the other with a ponytail, looking at them curiously and expectantly.
Qiao Zhuoyi froze in place, his hands hanging by his sides tightly gripping his trouser legs.
A few seconds later, the little girl moved first. She rushed over like a little fireball in a little red skirt and suddenly hugged Qiao Zhuo's calf.
The little boy fell behind a few steps, rushed in front of the two men, tilted his head back and forth between the two tall men several times like a camera, then opened his little arms and hugged Tan Du.
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