After leaving the hotel building, we went straight to the city center and came to a restaurant.

Since yesterday, none of the three of them have had a drop of water.

Especially Fang Taihe, it took a lot of effort for him to cast a spell to revive Da Fei.

Now Yan was already hungry with his chest pressed against his back, and he kept clamoring for something good to eat along the way.

More importantly, Fang Taihe has always been thinking about the "life-saving chicken" in Da Fei's hand.

Da Fei rolled his eyes and protested constantly.

Fang Taihe only said, the protest is invalid!

This ended the topic.

When we first entered the restaurant, the landlady warmly invited us to sit down and asked what we would like to eat.

Fang Taihe was speechless and just asked her if she could stew chicken in an iron pot.

The landlady was stunned when she heard this and said apologetically:

"Old man, I'm really sorry. Today is our Mr. Huang's 25th birthday. All the chickens we prepared have been reserved by him. How about you try something else?"

I was stunned, Young Master Huang, twenty-fifth birthday?

Did I hear wrongly?

In my opinion, the title Gongzi is already a title from ancient times.

Now is the new era, and all men are called sir.

What's more, twenty-five is just the age after graduating from college.

Generally speaking, birthdays at this age are just a small party with classmates, singing songs, and giving each other small gifts.

But the landlady just said, "Twenty-fifth birthday?"

In my understanding, only birthdays of people over sixty years old can be called a birthday.

I asked the landlady with some curiosity, "Sister, did I hear you correctly just now? You said Mr. Huang is only twenty-five this year, so why is he already celebrating his birthday?"

Hearing my question, the landlady was stunned, stared at me for a long time, and then said:

"Brother, are you not from here?"

I was a little confused, nodded, and explained:

"Oh, I'm from Changlong Town. I came to the city to do something. What's going on?"

After hearing that I was not a local, the look of confusion on the landlady's face disappeared, and she suddenly said, "No wonder you haven't heard of Mr. Huang San."

Seeing this, Da Fei lit a cigarette and curiously asked the landlady: "Hey, what do you mean, this Mr. Huang is quite famous?"

After hearing this, the lady boss looked at the door and made sure there was no one outside, then she whispered:

"What this brother said is right. This Mr. Huang is a well-known rogue here. Relying on his family's wealth, he is domineering in our area and always bullies us.

We hinder his family's strength and dare not speak out against his behavior."

As the landlady spoke, she looked out the door. She seemed to be very afraid of Mr. Huang, with a look of fear on her face.

It's past eight o'clock in the morning and there are no customers in the store.

The proprietress was also an enthusiastic person, so the conversation started. Seeing that we were very curious about this Mr. Huang, she sat down and told us about Mr. Huang.

Da Fei asked curiously: "Sister, you just said that all the chickens in your store have been reserved by this Mr. Huang. How much does he love chickens that he wants to buy so many chickens?"

Hearing this, the landlady sighed and then said:

"I don't know about this. I only know that Mr. Huang loves chicken very much and can't stand even one meal without eating it."

Da Fei and I looked at each other and felt very strange.

We can say that a person loves to eat chicken, but we cannot say that he eats chicken every time. Wouldn’t he get tired of it?

Fang Taihe snorted coldly from the side and said coldly: "What the hell, Mr. Huang, he's just a weasel!"

Fang Taihe said something so abruptly, the landlady was a little strange and looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.

Seeing this, I quickly interrupted and explained: "Sister, don't get me wrong. This old man is a screenwriter. He usually likes to collect materials and make them into movies."

The landlady then breathed a sigh of relief and told us that Mr. Huang was not to be trifled with, so it was better not to include his affairs in the script to avoid causing more trouble.

At the same time, the landlady said with a hint of admiration:

"It turns out that I am making a movie. Sir, can you give me a role? I have had a dream of acting since I was a child, but my family was poor when I was a child, so I never had the opportunity."

I'm a little speechless. Is this boss lady born in the year of the monkey? She jumps at the first sign.

Fang Taihe was so confused by the boss's wife that he didn't know what to say, so he bared his teeth at me in protest.

Da Fei stood aside, smiling from ear to ear.

In the end, I came to the rescue for Fang Taihe and said to the landlady seriously:

"Sister, this old man is from out of town. He came to the city this time to realize the dream of someone like you who loves expressions!

It's just that our old man also loves chicken. Do you think you can stew the big reed rooster we brought?

Maybe our old man ate the iron pot chicken stew you made, and when he was happy, he made you the heroine?"

When the landlady heard that she was asked to be the heroine, she opened her mouth with joy and nodded quickly, saying no problem.

After that, he carried the big reed rooster at Da Fei's feet and entered the back kitchen.

Seeing the landlady enter the kitchen, I let out a breath and thought to myself, this old lady is really annoying.

Then he asked Fang Taihe on the side what he meant by what he said just now.

Fang Taihe frowned, sighed, and said:

"I think there is a high possibility that the Third Young Master Huang mentioned by the landlady is not a human being!"

I was stunned, it wasn’t a human being? How could it be a ghost?

Da Fei also felt a little incredible and asked Fang Taihe: "Master Fang, you said he is not a human being, what is that?"

Fang Taihe looked gloomy, glanced at Da Fei and me, and said word by word: "Weasel!"

I don't believe it, although I know what Fang Taihe is capable of.

I have witnessed the sacrifice to Tian Lei and the resurrection of Da Fei, who had been dead for a long time, so naturally I will not doubt his ability.

It's just that he just listened to a few words from the landlady and concluded that Mr. Huang was a weasel, which was a bit outrageous.

So, I asked Fang Taihe: "Uncle Fang, how do you know he is a weasel based on just a few words?"

When Fang Taihe heard this, he said without batting an eyelid: "Intuition!"

This answer made Da Fei and I vomit blood.

Although Mr. Huang is a rogue and does all kinds of evil, you can't conclude that he is not a human just because of this, right?

Just as he was about to retort, the proprietress came out of the back kitchen carrying a pot of chicken stewed in an iron pot and shouted: "Here comes the chicken stewed in an iron pot!"

The landlady's craftsmanship is very good. Before she even reached the table, she could smell the aroma of chicken stewed in an iron pot from a distance.

From last night till now, we still haven't had a drop of water. After the boss lady brought the dishes, the three of us picked up chopsticks and started eating.

This three-year-old reed rooster is really delicious, and it was worth the 600 yuan I spent on it.

I don’t know how the boss lady made it, but when I put the chicken sticks in my mouth, it melted in my mouth and filled my mouth with a strong aroma.

The landlady said hello and went back to the kitchen to get busy.

While we were enjoying our meal, an old man in Chinese tunic suit pushed open the door and entered.

He walked straight towards us, and when he saw the chicken stewed in an iron pot on the table, his eyes lit up, and his mouth drooled, and he said:

"Three-year-old big reed rooster, so fragrant!"


Chapter completed!