I’m Not a Scumbag

Seeing that He Naibin was about to speak, Lin Fang suddenly felt light on his back. Meng Zuer, who had been leaning on his back and refused to get off, jumped down immediately and rushed in front of He Naibin.

"Drinking milk bin, you stinky bastard, where did you go? Made us wait so long!"

"I...I had a drink with my friends."

Half of the truth is said, He Naibin won't shake off the other half. Wouldn't that be selling Wei Guobing?

I, He Naibin, Yi Bo Yuntian, never betray friends!

I also blame Brother Wei for being so enthusiastic. My feet are still a little soft.

"What kind of wine did you drink for so long?"

Meng Zuer stared at He Naibin suspiciously, and circled around him a few times. He Naibin's hair was dizzy as he turned around, and he couldn't help looking at Lin Fang, trying his best to wink at him.

Let go, save me!

"Beer, white wine, red wine, foreign wine, rice wine, there are so many brands, who pays attention to so many details when drinking? Let's go, I'm hungry after being in the hospital for so long."

"Yes! Yes! In order to thank Brother Fang for taking care of my sister, I want to treat you to a good meal!"

He Naibin gave Lin Fang a grateful swipe, and patted his chest lightly, implying that the brothers all remembered.

"Is it necessary for you to ask?"

Meng Zuer glared at He Naibin angrily, and said, "If you want to invite me, I should invite you! I happen to know that a restaurant's buns taste good, so I'll invite you to eat!"

steamed stuffed bun?

Are you sure you want to thank me for letting go?

He Naibin looked at the sky, smacked his lips, and said, "Sister, at this point, shouldn't it be time for dinner? Eating steamed buns... is it inappropriate?"

"I'm not here to invite you, do you like it or not!"

"It's good to eat steamed buns. In this place in Jincheng, apart from hot pot, barbecue, bobo chicken, and skewering incense, it is considered a full meal. What else is not a snack?"

"Look, Lin Fang said he should eat buns!"

sigh...

Are the others all snacks?

Where are you going to put my Sichuan cuisine?

I don't want to eat buns!

I just want to eat twice-cooked pork, Kung Pao chicken, shredded fish-flavored pork, boiled pork slices, boiled beef, beef in sour soup, diving rabbit... Suck...

Let me tell you, I can say that there are 100 kinds of Sichuan dishes without any duplicates!

Brother Fang, I misread you, I think you just want to hold my sister's stinky feet!

He Naibin seriously doubted that something must have happened between Lin Fang and Meng Zuer that he didn't know about during the few hours he was away.

How can they be so tired of the harmony of the two of them!

The minority obeyed the majority, and He Naibin was forced to drive to Tai Dingfeng Steamed Bun Shop.

There are dozens of famous steamed buns in Jincheng. He Naibin is familiar with three of the most delicious ones.

Because these three buns all need to line up!

One is at the Sun Market. The buns of this family are sold out early and sold out late. They are only sold at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and they will be sold out in less than two hours.

The family is Yuanlixiang's Yuanli Dabao, which is sold at 4:30 in the afternoon. The main business is a restaurant, and the steamed buns are only sold by the way, but the steamed buns are more famous than the restaurant.

There is another one in District 5, next to the vegetable market in Jiaohai City. The main business is stewed vegetables, and steamed buns are also a side business.

When entering the door, He Naibin noticed that Tai Dingfeng had a silver fat star, which was a unique sign of the tire dealer who didn't do his job properly.

Only then did he suddenly glance at Meng Zuer, feeling a little more expectant in his heart.

But to say how much to look forward to, but not necessarily.

He Naibin vaguely heard a friend mention that the high-end Michelin restaurants in Jincheng are not very good. In general, the taste and price do not match. Get money out of your pocket.

Take this Tai Dingfeng as an example, it seems that several stores have been closed.

This one in Gutaili is probably the only surviving single seedling.

Before, he also suspected that Meng Zuer had a short memory and wanted to suffer.

Her delicate stomach is not suitable for enjoying with the people at all.

Knowing that Tai Dingfeng is a Michelin-starred restaurant, He Naibin was completely relieved.

Although the taste is not necessarily that good, at least it is worthy of Meng Zuer's delicate stomach.

In order to be able to eat a little more comfortably, not to worry too much about the image, and not to worry about being recognized, Meng Zuer deliberately chose a very inner corner.

Compared with the window with the best light and the most comfortable, this position is obviously a lot worse, and there are hardly any people sitting around.

Meng Zuer said apologetically to Lin Fang: "Lin Fang, I'm afraid of being recognized, there is no private room here, I can only choose such a corner, I feel a little wronged..."

"Although what you implied is obvious, I won't invite you to a high-end restaurant."

Lin Fang raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't have any money, so I only deserve to go to a roadside stall."

Meng Zuer: "..."

The ghost wants to hint you!

You dog thing! Heartless iron cock!

Eat you to death!

Meng Zuer angrily picked up the menu, sketched the picture, and ignored Lin Fang again.

He Naibin raised his wrist, tapped lightly on his watch and clothes, and gave Lin Fang a contemptuous look.

Brother Fang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Be a man!

People like you who have spent hundreds of thousands of dollars without blinking your eyes in the morning are only worthy of eating roadside stalls, so what am I?

Should I beg for food, so that it fits my temperament better?

Meng Zuer carefully checked the menu, and invited the waiter to arrange for the dishes to be served.

Soon, various snacks were served.

Crab powder dumplings and black truffle dumplings are must-orders. Yuan Cup beef soup has three samples, and taro paste dumplings are ordered by Meng Zuer for himself...

A table is almost full, and I don't know if Meng Zuer is sincerely thanking Lin Fang, or whether he is deliberately implying how different he is from his iron rooster.

Lin Fang seemed to be unaware that he should eat and drink.

"Tsk. That's it?"

He Naibin stopped his chopsticks before he could eat two bites. At this moment, he very much missed the big buns in Saopan City, the big buns in Yuanli, and the big buns in the five districts. He really couldn't do it. The whole two Korean buns and Wuming buns are better than eating here. Eating buns is strong, right?

That is to say, the waiters in the store are very good-looking, and they are barely worthy of the price. Only then can He Naibin hold back his temper and stay.

He turned his head to look at Lin Fang, who was eating with relish. He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help sending a WeChat message to Lin Fang.

"Brother Fang, can you eat the steamed buns from this family?"

"Is there anything you can't eat? Look at the price. Five buns cost eighty-eight. It's a little big, and you can't fill two in one bite. If you order so much, it's more than a thousand yuan. If you don't eat it, it's a waste?"

"Brother Fang, you won! It's over! No wonder my sister wants to call you an iron rooster..."

After He Naibin sent it out, he felt it was inappropriate and immediately pressed the withdrawal button.

Then, when he saw that Lin Fang had sent him a screenshot, he couldn't help but stunned.