Chen Zhao stuffed the clothes they took off into a basket as big as a palm and said, "These clothes cannot be thrown away. Although bright clothes are good, I'm afraid no one will give them to them when I'm wearing them."

After stuffing, he said to the bald man, "Look at what I said, everything is stuffed in." The two of them were dressed neatly, swaying, and then returned to Fengxiang Building.

The one who came to meet was a tuft of hair. When the bald man turned around and ran away, Chen Zhao had already grabbed his arm tightly. A tuft of hair came to his face and smiled:

"You two masters have dinner, please come in and sit there!"

Chen Zhao smiled gently, reached his hand in front of him and said, "Look at our hands and faces, how come we look like 'Master', we are beggars!"

The bald man tried his best to pull his sleeve behind Chen Zhao, but Chen Zhao ignored him.

Yituo Mao looked at the hands, as if it was like a charcoal strip. Looking at the young master's face, he had not washed for at least a month, and then looked at the other person, and his nose was flowing. Yituo Mao understood in his heart: "It seems that this young master is very arrogant. I am afraid that I will not dare to care about it, otherwise, why would he be so dissatisfied? He has to be careful to serve him."

Thinking in his heart, he smiled apologized and said, "I'm making fun of me."

Then, he turned around and shouted, "My two--"

Inside, the shopkeeper and his friends shouted: "Welcome—"

A tuft of hair led the two of them to an empty table to sit down. The originally clean tabletop, he pulled off the white towel on his shoulders, wiped it hard, then turned around and took the hot towel and sent it to the two of them respectfully before he went to make tea.

Chen Zhao glanced at the bald man and whispered: "I said, don't be so arrogant. I don't understand that this twig of hair will not touch your hair. Today, this sharp-clawed eagle reacted quickly and ran early. Before we could get rid of him, let's clean up the twigs of hair today, which is considered a pre-rehearing and rehearsal, and at the same time, venting anger for your waist and eyes one day."

The bald man was startled: Oh no, is he going to use that poisonous snake to hurt people again?

It was just now that it was easy to hurt people and slip away. However, there were so many people inside and outside the restaurant, and there was a downtown area outside. If a bunch of hair was clattering straight with her neck, she was still rolling on the ground, and people inside and outside surrounded her and blocked the door of the restaurant, and she couldn't even escape.

Chen Zhao laughed from the side and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't bite him with a poisonous snake this time - he is not that serious. We will have a good meal later. After the meal, I will slap him a big shot and then go to the market to kick him. Even if it's done."

The bald man hurriedly said, "That's not OK! Let's have dinner together. It's obviously an accomplice. You beat him. When I take off my clothes and go to beg for food in the future, I will be surprised if I don't kill him!"

Chen Zhao smiled in his heart and said to himself: "If your roots are OK, you will bully others in the future, and no one will dare to bully you."

But he said, "If this is the case, I won't beat him anymore. I will find someone to beat me later!"

The bald man secretly laughed in his heart: "This is coaxing me. I don't think you dare to hit me. It's even more irrelevant to let others beat you - who would be so stupid and hit you for nothing?"

A cube of hair brought incense tea to the two of them, and asked with a smile: "What do you two want?"

Then he quickly registered the name of the dish, like a cannon, and was also ups and downs, rhyming with the rules.

Chen Zhao knew that the bald man was used to begging for food and might not be able to order food. He waved his hand and said to Yipang, "Don't bother me. I'm annoyed. Pick up the delicious food. It's enough to serve ten or eight of them. Pick the best wine and have a pot of cold dishes, and you can match it with you."

A troubling of hair responded quickly, then walked back, shouting loudly along the way, and the promise was crispy and fast. The pot and spoon "ding ding dangdang" sounded, which was very lively.

Ten cold dishes, a pot of wine just came on the table, and a person came in outside. Chen Zhao slapped with his mouth and said, "I think this is suitable."

The bald man turned his head and saw that the person who came in looked angry, as if he had owed him two hundred cents.

Chen Zhao looked at the bald man again, shook his head and said, "If you look closely, it will not be very suitable. This man's hands are too small, his arms don't look too strong, and his legs are a little thinner. Even if he can kick the waist and eyes of a tuft of hair, it will not hurt much... No, I can't let him hit me!"

The bald man said nothing and muttered in his heart: "You are quite picky, just to the master's eloquence. If you open your mouth and ask others to hit someone for you, who else can he hit first?"

A bunch of hair greeted her smiling faces and invited the master in again. Chen Zhao ignored him and poured wine for the bald man. The two of them started to drink.

At this time, another strong man with a smiling face and a tolerant dress came outside. Chen Zhao poked the bald man and whispered:

"This guy is suitable! Look at that guy. If he slapped his face with a tuft of hair, it would be strange if he didn't lie down! You're looking at the bottom: the lumps of his legs are protruding from his pants. It seems that he has practiced Kung Fu. If he kicks a tuft of hair and kick, he won't get up for half a month! But I'm not very satisfied with one thing. This guy is in a good mood today. He picked up a gold ingot wherever he smiled. With the sweetness of his smile, he is afraid he won't be willing to hit someone easily... Alas, he has no time to choose, so he's just doing it. Just use it."

The bald man almost burst out laughing. Hearing Chen Zhao's tone, the people in the capital were prepared for him to beat people. After only two glasses of wine, I just felt a little hot on my face. He was drunk and nonsense.

The strong man with a tolerance-like appearance sat down, and a side next to the King of Sweet Tea, who was holding a cube of hair, said with a smile: "I can't wipe my face, and I don't want tea either. Give me a pot of good wine, and it's hot. Then cut me a plate of beef sauce and a plate of tender cucumber diced ones, and drink it first!"

A troubling of hair agreed and flew away. After a while, all the wine and food were placed in front of the strong man. The strong man picked up the wine pot, was slightly stunned, and shouted:

"Man, come here! Look at you like a delicate and capable person, why are you so careless? I said it's going to be hot, but the wine is cold!"

Yituo Mao said, "What's the matter with my uncle? I personally... Ouch! It's really cold. It's still hot for me to take it. Why... why is there such a strange thing?"

The strong man waved his hand and laughed: "It doesn't take it to be like this, it's the same!"

Yituo Mao smiled and said, "Don't blame me! It's a bad thing, so I'll get it now!"

He picked up the wine pot and turned around and left.

On this side, Chen Zhao smiled at the bald man and said, "This tuft of hair is really a scoundrel. Why do they want to be cold if they want to drink hot?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw a scoop of hair bringing a pot of wine over. Chen Zhao was pouring wine to the bald man. He picked up a full cup and said to the bald man: "We meet in the capital, which is a bit of fate. You kowtow and plead for me in Fuyuan Lane. It can be seen that you value feelings very much and are a good friend. I wish you a cup!"

The bald man laughed and said, "You invited me to Chaos as soon as we met. The next day you invited me to drink here again. I thank you too!"

After saying that, the two raised their glasses and dried the wine in the glass together.
Chapter completed!