But no one thought that the first one would take action. The little beggar's move was determined and decisive. His little hand, he held the half brick, and immediately called Cui Dahu's nose. Stabilized, accurate, and cruel!

Young people are always impulsive. Although Su Le also wants to beat Cui Dahu, he knows how to judge the situation. Under the current situation, he is not suitable to take the initiative. The little beggar's brick completely ignits all the conflicts. Cui Dahu was smashed to his face and had no worries. He gritted his teeth and said, "I fuck you, I'll spend your two grandsons!" He waved the rubber stick in his hand and greeted the little beggar's head.

Su Le was closest to the little beggar. When he saw the rubber stick dropping down, he reached out his hand in time and used his left arm to help the little beggar block the stick. The stick that Cui Dahu swung with all his strength was not light, and it hit Su Le's arm, which hurt his bones. After one stick, he swung it out again, and this stick hit the back of Su Le's head.

A white and tender palm stretched out from the slant, grabbed the tip of the stick steadily, and then a pink punch hit Cui Dahu's jaw. Cui Dahu flew out to the sky. The punch was so powerful that his burly body weighing nearly 200 pounds flew out of the ground and flew to the prison gate. He fell down at the foot of the armed police standing guard. The armed police were still standing there motionless, sticking to their vigilance duties, as if they had not seen a scene ahead. Their job was to guard the prisoners, not to arrest people.

The beauty knocked Cui Dahu to the ground with one punch, and immediately shocked Cui Dahu's six companions. They were originally swinging their batons to come forward, but when they saw the scene in front of them, they immediately stopped.

The two men in black who were originally standing in front of the Mercedes-Benz also walked over with steady steps. They seemed to have no intention of taking action, but judging from the rhythm of their steps and the tension between their body movements, they were definitely first-class experts.

The middle-aged man vomited a cloud of smoke and sighed softly, "Today is a good day for me to be released from prison, don't make trouble! Xijun, you have such a temper!" He said to Su Le, who was a little shocked, "Young man, can we go eat buns now?"

The reason why Su Le was shocked was not because of the little beggar's sudden attack, nor because Cui Dahu's fierce appearance was revealed. What really shocked him was the beauty's attack, just like her outfit, it was clean and neat. Because Su Le had just blocked Cui Dahu's rubber stick with her left arm, and her arm still hurts abnormally, so he truly realized the powerful power that Cui Dahu had just hit. The beauty actually grabbed his stick easily, and the subsequent uppercut actually beat Cui Dahu, a burly man, to the ground. If it weren't for seeing it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that this cold and frosty beauty would have such powerful power.

Su Le pointed to the canteen of the meat joint factory in front: "It's right in front, less than a mile."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Then, let's go over!"

Su Le and the little beggar accompanied the middle-aged man to the canteen of the meat joint factory, one left and one right. However, the beautiful woman named Xijun did not accompany them to walk, but returned to the Mercedes-Benz.

The Mercedes-Benz turned around and followed the middle-aged man, always about twenty meters away.

Six great men helped their leader Cui Dahu up from the ground. Seeing Cui Dahu's face covered in blood and two missing front teeth in his mouth, Cui Dahu's mind was still a little unclear. He said vaguely: "Everything... are all... are all... are fucking unfaithful... go... go... go..."

"Brother Dahu, I think we should call the police!"

"Tell your mother? The police are there. They clearly saw it, why... why don't you care?"

"In this society, everyone can believe it, but the police cannot believe it!"

After passing the place where Su Le set up a stall just now, the middle-aged man saw the buns scattered on the ground and sighed: "What a sin! Such a good meat bun is actually ruined."

Su Le walked over, bent down and picked up the chopping knife that he had not picked up just now.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, looked at his actions and smiled slightly.

When he arrived at the canteen of the Meat Coupon Factory, Su Le invited the middle-aged man to sit down in the hall and poured a cup of tea for the middle-aged man first. The little beggar also followed him in, sat down next to the middle-aged man without any hesitation, picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

Su Le smiled and said, "Uncle, are you your surname?"

The middle-aged man said, "Don't be proud, the surname is Chu!" He looked around at the furnishings in the cafeteria and smiled, "This is a hotel!"

"Cafeteria, my master contracted it. I saw the period. Uncle, I'll go hot buns for you."

The middle-aged man said: "Do you have any wine or food?"

Su Le nodded: "There are some more, uncle, what do you want to eat? I'll treat me!" Su Le thanked the middle-aged man from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for his appearance just now, he and the little beggar would have been beaten to the ground by Cui Dahu's group of people. From this point of view, this middle-aged man is the nobleman of himself and the little beggar.

The little beggar held the teacup and said, "I want to eat braised pig's trotters, braised pig's trotters, braised large intestines."

Su Le glanced at the little beggar, but he didn't pay attention to when he would come into the house. If the master was there, he might be scolded. But the little beggar's performance just now was still considered to be blessed and difficult to share with him. Even if he was invited to have a big meal, it wouldn't be a big deal.

The middle-aged man laughed and said, "The oil and water are too heavy, aren't you worried that eating will slip into your intestines?"

The little beggar pursed his lips and swallowed, saying, "I haven't had a big meal for a long time. Su Le, you have to treat me well."

Su Le said: "How do you know my name?"

The little beggar smiled and said, "I beg for food all day in this area. I often hear others calling you a name, and you think I'm stupid!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "What's your name?"

The little beggar's eyes rolled, looking very energetic: "My name is Zhuang Dafang. The village of the village is either pretending to behave, or being generous or generous."

Su Le couldn't help laughing when he heard his name. He was originally worried that the middle-aged man would hate the dirty look of the little beggar, but the middle-aged man was very kind and approachable. The little beggar sat next to him, but he did not show any displeasure.

The middle-aged man said: "Su Le, just send your specialty dishes and I'll check the bill."

Su Le said: "No, really no, I'll treat you today! Uncle, wait! I'll make two cold dishes first, you can drink them." He said, then turned around and went into the kitchen. The little beggar stood up and said: "I'll help!"

The middle-aged man said, "Xiaozhuang, please help me get the sister in the car?"

Zhuang Dafang said: "Your daughter? Chu Xijun?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The Mercedes-Benz was parked in front of the pig-killing greenhouse, and two men in black stood in front of the vehicle. Chu Xijun sat in the car, with her long black eyelashes hanging down, looking at the hands on her knees. They were flawless hands, with white and tender skin, slender fingers, and carefully decorated nails. They were full of healthy pink and crystal clear and gentle as jade. It was hard to imagine that such a pair of hands could block the incoming sticks and easily knock a burly man away.

Chu Xijun's eyes were full of sadness. Today was the day when his father was released from prison. She should have been happy, but she did not show any smile. There was nothing worth her happy in this world. The car window was gently knocked, but the little beggar appeared outside the window. He pointed down and signaled Chu Xijun to fall down the car window. He smiled at Chu Xijun: "Your father asked me to ask you to come in for dinner.

Chu Xijun looked at him coldly and lifted the car window back.

The little beggar turned away, glared at her dissatisfiedly, turned around and muttered, "Isn't it just that there are two bad money, what's so awesome?"

Su Le first gave a plate of pineapple eggs, a plate of peanuts, and a scrambled platter.

When the middle-aged man named Chu saw the food coming up, his eyes lit up. The little beggar sat down on his right: "She doesn't want to come down. I said, do you father and daughter have any deep hatred?"

The middle-aged man laughed: "How can there be an overnight revenge between father and daughter!"

Su Le pointed to the wine cabinet and said, "Uncle, what are you drinking? I'll get you wine."

The middle-aged man shook his head. At this time, Chu Xijun walked in slowly, holding two green porcelain bottles in her hand and gently placed them on the table.

The middle-aged man said: "Sit!"

Chu Xijun didn't say anything, but walked slowly into the kitchen.

A look of loss appeared on the middle-aged man's face.

The little beggar looked at Chu Xijun's back and said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, your daughter is very rebellious. She would rather go to the kitchen to help than talk to you."

The middle-aged man looked at the little beggar with a smile and said, "Are you going to provoke our father-daughter relationship?"

Su Le had taken out the pig's trotters from the refrigerator in advance, blanched them and marinated them in cooking wine and soy sauce.

When Chu Xijun walked into the kitchen, Su Le was putting oil into the pot. He smiled at Chu Xijun, but he didn't get her response, so his smile could only froze on his face and shifted his attention to the stove to resolve his embarrassment.

Braised pork trotters are a very popular home-cooked dish. Su Le did not give any guidance from Zhu Laoer in this regard. In fact, except for the kneading skills, Zhu Laoer has not taught him any dish. This dish is the key to coloring pig trotters. Unlike many chefs who use dark soy sauces to save trouble, Su Le learned from his mother to use fried sugar color when he was in Xiaodongfeng. The key to the heat control. The medium heat is suitable. If the fire is too high, it will produce a burnt bitter taste. If the fire is too low, the sugar color is insufficient, both will affect the taste of the final dish.

The sugar color and soy sauce have different effects, and are brighter and brighter. The control is properly, and the faint sweetness can have the effect of promoting salivation on the tip of the tongue.
Chapter completed!