The son-in-law of the rich and powerful cultivator

Seeing Yang Tianle walking slowly, Cheng Qianqian held Yang Tianle excitedly and pointed to the pastries on the table and said: "Look at how cute those pastries are, you can't help but want to take a bite, and those cakes, look It's delicious."

Cheng Qianqian swallowed her saliva while talking, it seemed that she really wanted to have a taste.

"How do you sell these cakes and pastries?" Cheng Qianqian asked a waiter when he saw no one was around.

"These are free of charge. They are used in our own store for customers to taste for free. If you think they are delicious, you can buy them in the store." The waiter quickly replied.

Cheng Qianqian still didn't believe it, and asked again: "So many, can you eat for free?"

The waiter nodded: "Yes."

"Haven't you been here before? How can there be any reason for the store to sell things outside? If these are not free, I will buy this store and let you eat whatever you want." Yang Tianle couldn't help but want to Tucao Road.

Cheng Qianqian replied shyly, "I've never been here before, how do I know?"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Qianqian took a small piece of cake and put it into her mouth, and immediately praised: "It's so sweet and delicious."

Then he took another piece, handed it to Yang Tianle, and said, "You should try it too."

Yang Tianle looked at his hands, Cheng Qianqian saw that Yang Tianle was still holding something in both hands, and wanted to go forward to feed Yang Tianle, when suddenly there was a roar from behind.

"You stinky Taoist priest, why are you still eating here for nothing? You haven't left for several hours. You've almost eaten up everything on the table. You won't be afraid of dying after eating so much." At some point in front of the shop, a person appeared. The chunky man in a chef's uniform, who seemed to be the chef in the shop, yelled at the old Taoist priest beside Cheng Qianqian, causing Cheng Qianqian to stop his movements in fright.

At this time, Yang Tianle also began to look at the old Taoist priest carefully, and saw that the old Taoist priest was dressed in simplicity, wearing a gray Taoist uniform, wearing a hairpin, and his hair was coiled up high, but the way he ate was very ugly, and he took a bite of a small cake , picked up one in each hand, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

From the wooden table outside the store to Yang Tianle's end, all the pastries that should be placed on the table were swept away, and all of them entered the belly of the old Taoist. After slowly stuffing the last piece of cake into his mouth, he stopped and let out a loud belch.

"I won't eat it, I won't eat it, I was scolded for nothing after finally eating a meal." The old Taoist said with resentment in his heart, picking his teeth.

"You stinky Taoist priest, you ate all of these by yourself. It's a good thing we didn't ask you for money." The chef came out quickly, pointed at the old Taoist priest, and started cursing.

"You guys said it's free, not the poor Taoist himself, but now you're asking the poor Taoist for money." The old Taoist retorted eloquently.

"Hey, you don't even look at how much you eat alone. Do we still have to do business? What if there are guests coming later? What's wrong with asking you for some money? It's not your opinion to ask anyone to judge. "The chef immediately retorted.

"Okay, the poor Taoist ate and ate, but he didn't get any money when he asked for it. What do you think about it?" The old Taoist stood in front of the wooden table without leaving the wooden table like a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water. Don't be afraid of that cook.

"Hehe, you stinky Taoist priest is quite arrogant. If you don't have any money, you will work in the store. After finishing today's work, you will be let go." The chef was about to step forward and grab the old Taoist priest's arm.

Cheng Qianqian looked at the long wooden table, seeing that the old Taoist priest's belly didn't show any signs of swelling, and couldn't help complaining: "This old Taoist priest is simply too good to eat, all these cakes are eaten by him alone. After I finished eating, I can eat more than me."

Cheng Qianqian complained to Yang Tianle about this, but he didn't hear it at all. He saw the chef trying to grab the old Taoist's arm, put down the bag in his hand, and quickly blocked the Taoist priest, saying, "How much is it? Pay him."

When the chef heard that someone was willing to pay the money, he put down his hand. He didn't want to ask the old Taoist priest for money, but because the old Taoist ate too much. All the pastries they gave for free for a day made the old Taoist The Taoist ate more than half of it, and the appearance of the food was still very ugly, which made some customers unwilling to come into the store. For this reason, I want to remind the old Taoist to leave quickly when they are full.

But the old Taoist also had a donkey temper. When he heard someone scolding him, he didn't want to be angry, so he talked back to the chef a few times, and things turned into what they are now.

"Two hundred, I will let the old Taoist go." The chef also said a number casually. After all, these pastries are free, and he didn't think about blackmailing anyone.

Yang Tianle readily took out two banknotes, the chef didn't say anything after taking them, and turned to leave, acquiescing that the old Taoist could leave.

"Prince Daoist, stop." Unexpectedly, Yang Tianle helped the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest didn't say a word of thanks, but turned around and was about to leave. Yang Tianle had no choice but to chase after him.

Seeing this, Cheng Qianqian put down the cake in his hand, picked up the things that Yang Tianle dropped, and caught up with Yang Tianle. The old Taoist turned his head and saw Yang Tianle looked at him curiously and said, "What's the matter?"

Yang Tianle asked respectfully: "It's just that the Taoist priest looks familiar, as if he has seen it before."

The old Taoist smiled and said: "Pindao has met many people in his life, but he doesn't remember meeting you. I think he must have made a mistake."

When Yang Tianle saw the face of the old Taoist priest, he had a familiar feeling, but these memories were buried in the deepest part, and he would not be able to recall them for a while.

"Please ask the Taoist name, where is the Taoist temple? If you have the opportunity, you must go and offer some incense money." Yang Tianle said sincerely.

"No need, we will meet each other naturally, don't force it, do you have anything else to do?" The old Taoist politely rejected Yang Tianle's kindness, and did not appreciate Yang Tianle who had helped him.

Yang Tianle shook his head. Since the old Taoist priest didn't want to say anything, Yang Tianle couldn't do anything about it. When the old Taoist priest was about to leave, he glanced at Cheng Qianqian, his expression flickered, he shook his head and sighed, "Poor life, who is she to you?"

Cheng Qianqian was puzzled when he saw the old Taoist priest looking at him. Yang Tianle thought for a while and said, "She is my sister."

"Since you helped me, I'll help you too. Take this bead with her. If something happens, eat it." The old Taoist casually took a black thumb-sized bead The beads were handed over to Yang Tianle, then turned and left.