Soon, in less than 10 minutes, a bowl of steaming noodles was brought over by the boss. A few meters away, Pang Xiaonan smelled the mouth-watering noodles mixed with the fragrance of green onions.

The boss put the noodles in front of Pang Xiaonan and saw a golden poached egg covering the noodles. A few green green onions were decorated with yellow noodles, which was truly delicious.

Pang Xiaonan took a deep breath and exclaimed sincerely: "It smells so good!"

"Try it." The boss sat down next to Pang Xiaonan, picked up the newspaper again, crossed his legs, and leisurely read the newspaper with a toothpick in his mouth.

Pang Xiaonan picked up a handful of noodles and sent them into his mouth. The noodles mixed with the aroma of scallion and seasonings were silky in the mouth. Pang Xiaonan whispered the noodles into his mouth with a slight sound, and then chewed them carefully.

"It's delicious!" Pang Xiaonan swallowed a mouthful of noodles in one breath, feeling the stomach and intestines were extremely enjoyable.

Pang Xiaonan then crushed the poached egg with chopsticks, then wrapped the powder of the poached egg with noodles, and pulled it into his mouth. This time the noodles mixed with the egg fragrance were even more intoxicating.

Jilli, Jilli, Jilli, just a few chopsticks, a bowl of full noodles was found.

Pang Xiaonan greedily picked up the big bowl and poured all the remaining noodle soup into his mouth.

"It's so delicious." Pang Xiaonan put down the bowl, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped his mouth. He felt that the bowl of noodles was so wonderful, and it could be said that it was the best noodles he had ever eaten in his life.

Touching the slightly flat belly, Pang Xiaonan burped and asked the boss again: "Boss, why are your noodles so delicious? Is this the noodles I bought?"

The boss put down the newspaper, looked at Pang Xiaonan calmly, and said, "You can go to the kitchen to check it out. I only used half of the noodles you bought, and half of them were placed on the dining table. You can take them away."

"No, no, you misunderstood," Pang Xiaonan waved his hand repeatedly, "I'm not doubting your skills, I want to know why a handful of ordinary noodles can make such a unique taste."

The boss's mouth raised lightly. He pinched the toothpick and picked his teeth, then spitted the toothpick into the trash can beside him, and said, "Whether the noodles are delicious depends on the noodle soup and sauce. My noodle soup is made of high bone soup made of high mountain spring water. There are various fresh ingredients in the soup to enhance the flavor. More importantly, have you noticed the few chopped green onions?"

Pang Xiaonan nodded and said, "Those chopped green onions are particularly fragrant!"

The boss said proudly: "I can say that you can't find onions that are comparable to mine in the entire Huahai City, because I planted them by myself. From seeds to maturity, I have gone through a strict cultivation process. Take seeds as an example. My onions are basically extinct."

Pang Xiaonan took a deep breath, and the smell of the scallions floating just now was filled with the air. "Boss, your scallions reminded me of the noodles I ate when I was a child. When a few scallions were put down, it immediately made people salivate. Now, no matter how many scallions you put, there is no smell of scallions."

"That's the reason," the boss took out a cigarette from the cigarette box on the table, lit it, and took a sip. "The onions used to be small and tasted a lot. Now the onions are all improved onions. Although they are large in size and high in yield, the taste is already impure, so I have worked hard to preserve the original seeds because the good taste is worth passing on."

Pang Xiaonan gave the boss a thumbs up, "No wonder your shop is so good. Even a small onion is so particular, so the taste of the food is definitely not bad."

"How is it? Are you interested in learning cooking with me now?" The boss still did not forget to join the group.

"Hehe, this..." Pang Xiaonan scratched his head. Although being a chef was his childhood wish, he really didn't have the leisure to play with this. "I told you, boss, I'm still studying, students should still put their studies first, otherwise my college entrance exam will be in vain..."

"Stop doing this!" The boss interrupted Pang Xiaonan, "In this way, you study during the day and help me at night. This will not delay your study, right? Don't fool me with your studies. Which store on this street does not have a college student who works part-time? "

The boss is right. Today's college students are not the most concerned about studying. What they care about most is whether they can make their first pot of gold in college.

Pang Xiaonan was a little embarrassed by the boss' excuse, but soon he found another reason, "Actually, I'm going to hide it from you, boss, I have other jobs besides going to school, so the job is not very punctual, but I have to set off once I have a task, so it's not realistic to learn cooking from you. People still have to calm down to learn a skill well, do you think so?"

"I know!" The boss pointed at Pang Xiaonan, spitting smoke rings in his mouth, "You kid must have something else to do. What kind of study should I fool me. Humph, if you don't learn it, just forget it. Do you think my cooking skills are so easy to learn, I tell you, if I didn't see your breath being unique, I wouldn't have been begging you all the time."

"Oh? Can you feel the breath on me?" Pang Xiaonan was very curious. How did a chef see that he was different? Could it be that the boss is also a martial arts person?

"To be honest, I went to prison before I opened this hotel. Do you know why I went to prison?" The boss looked at Pang Xiaonan with bright eyes. The scar on his face seemed to tell, and I also have a story.

"You must have stole someone's wife..." Pang Xiaonan felt that although the boss had scars on his face, it added to his male temperament. He must have been a very attractive man before.

The boss stretched out his hand and slapped Pang Xiaonan in the arm, "You're stealing your wife! Let me tell you, I went to prison because of the fight, but what you guessed is not unreasonable. I fought for a woman. Alas, beauty is in trouble..."

The boss shook his head and covered his face and was sad. The cigarette in his hand accumulated a long piece of ashes and was about to fall to the ground, and he had no idea.

Pang Xiaonan leaned forward. He had just brought a jar of herbal tea and placed it on the table. At this time, he said to the boss with great enthusiasm: "Tell your story..."

The boss slowly put down his palm, his eyes were covered in turbidity, and he said to Pang Xiaonan: "Get me a bottle of beer."

Pang Xiaonan quickly got up, walked to the vertical freezer, took out a large bottle of cold beer from it, and mentioned it to the boss. The boss took the beer bottle, then waved his hand casually, and pounded, and saw the beer bottle cap flying towards the sky, hitting the ceiling, and then bounced to the ground. After turning a few times, he fell on the ground and stopped moving.

Pang Xiaonan couldn't help but applaud the boss's move, but the boss waved his hand and signaled him to sit down.

"Can you see, can I know martial arts?" The boss suddenly asked Pang Xiaonan a question.

Pang Xiaonan used to feel that the boss was not simple, but he didn't think about martial arts. When he heard the boss ask this question, he immediately activated his spiritual consciousness and investigated it. What surprised him was that the boss's skills were actually the first level of martial arts. In other words, the boss is an absolute master among ordinary people.

"It's not simple, comrade," Pang Xiaonan gave the boss a thumbs up, "You actually have the cultivation level of the early martial arts. Such a master stays in such a small shop to be a chef, and I admire you."

A look of surprise flashed in the boss's eyes. He had long seen that Pang Xiaonan's martial arts cultivation was not weak, but being able to see through his martial arts level at a glance was not ordinary skill. Soon, the boss regained his calm expression and slowly sniffed a cigarette, "It seems that I'm a good person. You are indeed not an ordinary person. That's right, I have the cultivation level of the initial level of martial arts."

The boss raised the beer bottle, took a sip of the beer, then placed the bottle on the table, and said, "I won't say it anymore, that's all the past. The reason why I went to prison is because of my martial arts. As the saying goes, skills are not suppressed, but sometimes, being arrogant can make a bad thing."

"Well, I agree." Pang Xiaonan took a sip of herbal tea, looked straight at the boss with a vicissitudes of life, and waited for him to continue talking.

"When I was young, I fell in love with a girl, but the girl already had a fiancé. Her fiancé was arranged by her family and was a typical playboy. She disagreed and escaped from the house. However, her fiancé pursued her relentlessly. One day, she blocked her place and rushed into her home to do something bad..." The boss's face was very calm, as if telling someone else's story.

"So you arrived in time..." Pang Xiaonan helped the boss recall.

"When she learned that her fiancé came to block her, she called me. I rushed over desperately, but I was still one step late. She was already by her fiancé..." At this point, the boss's face finally had a little turbulence. Even a man would make a turbulence. The woman she loved was taken away by others.

The boss picked up the bottle and drank a big sip of wine. "I was so angry when I looked at that beast, so I rushed up and got rid of it. The beast I beaten could not take care of myself. Later, the playboy's home sued me, and I was sentenced to twenty years. Twenty years, my best youth was spent in prison."

"It's so unfair. Didn't that playboy be sentenced? He committed a crime first!" Pang Xiaonan said indignantly.

"Hmph, they have power and power, and you say it's a crime, but they say it's a legitimate act before marriage. What can you do with him?" The boss's face was filled with bitterness.

"You mean, the girl compromised with his family? This is too..." Pang Xiaonan guessed the ending. In this society, this kind of thing is normal.

"I don't blame her. A weak woman, of course, needs to know how to protect herself. This is life. If you can't resist, you can only accept it. Or if you want to be more open and treat it as enjoyment." The boss's face returned to calm again. He had experienced too much and saw everything indifferently.

"That's what you said. Sometimes it's a disaster if you have a skill." Pang Xiaonan also calmed down. After all, this is someone else's story.

"That's right, if I don't know martial arts, I will never be able to crippled people. Then the nature of the case will be completely different. At most, it will be a civil dispute. Maybe you can get rid of the matter by losing money." The boss smoked lightly, without any regret in his eyes.

Pang Xiaonan empathized with it. Although he was lucky, he would have gained the power and wealthy in the world. If he had no background, he would have to be suppressed in the end. It would be better to be suppressed. I was afraid that his life would be difficult to protect. Now his enemies are still waiting to take his life. Thinking of this, Pang Xiaonan had a headache.

"After I was released from prison, I wanted to find a job, but no one wanted me because I had a criminal record, but I didn't want to be a martial artist or a bodyguard anymore. As long as I had something to do with Kung Fu, I thought that something would happen sooner or later. So I thought about it and had to support myself. I had to open a restaurant, so I could not stay hungry at least." The boss raised his hand and took a sip of beer, and the hops came out along the corner of his mouth, and he didn't care at all.

"Then your skills have always been so good?" Pang Xiaonan couldn't understand that a martial arts master could also achieve such strong cooking skills, because people's energy is limited and it is impossible to cover everything.

"When you want to survive, you can stimulate your potential. At that time, I studied cooking hard for the restaurant business. You are also a martial arts practitioner. You should know that once we get serious, we don't do anything bad. Besides, I have thrown my martial arts skills into it. I only have cooking skills in my eyes. Think about it, shouldn't I practice cooking skills well if I work so hard? What I didn't expect was that my talent in cooking was actually better than mine in martial arts..." The boss was a little self-deprecating, and he shook his head helplessly and took a puff of cigarettes.

"In fact, there is a great possibility that your martial arts skills will improve your cooking skills." Pang Xiaonan also loves cooking. He knows that the better his martial arts skills, the more he will be, the more he will be.

"You are right," the boss nodded, "Otherwise, do you think I run such a good business store alone, without any martial arts or physical strength, do you think you can stick to it?"

"Hey, since you can persist, why do you have to find someone to be your apprentice?" Pang Xiaonan just wanted to get rid of the boss's matter of taking in apprenticeship every time he came, so he persuaded him with great sincerity.

The boss gave him a blank look and took a sip of wine. "I am still lonely alone. I have to find an heir for my cooking skills, right? When you come to me, you and I have a fate. Also, are the other things you call related to fighting and killing?"

"Uh, that's right." Pang Xiaonan was employed by the Black Mamba, but isn't it just a job of fighting and killing?

"I advise you to stop early. Fighting and killing is not a long-term solution. You can tell me what happened." The boss looked at Pang Xiaonan like an elder, his eyes full of care, "But I know you are determined, so I can only try my best to persuade you to leave the cruel world. Whether you want to do so or not depends on yourself."

"Thank you for your teachings, I will consider it." Pang Xiaonan walked out of the unknown shop with satisfaction. He learned that the boss's name was Lao Aibo.

Pang Xiaonan slowly walked to the parking place and was about to open the door and get in the car when he suddenly felt someone behind him. He suddenly turned around and found a 30-year-old man in a tight dark red sweatshirt, blue jeans and blue denim jacket, standing 5 meters away from him, posing a smiling face at him.

The reason why Pang Xiaonan noticed this man's coat was because although it was already autumn, the temperature was still very high. Everyone was wearing short-sleeved shirts, but this man was wearing a denim jacket, which was typical for being demeanor rather than being warm.

The man in denim spoke: "You are Pang Xiaonan, are you?"

Pang Xiaonan nodded and replied, "I am, who are you? Is there anything you need to ask me for?"

The cowboy man walked closer and said with a smile: "I'm here to take your life. Let's change the place. There are many people here and there are cameras. If you really fight, you and I will be in trouble."

Pang Xiaonan then woke up. This must be the killer invited by Nangong Jim. No wonder she was wearing a denim jacket in hot weather. It turned out to be to cover the guns inside. Pang Xiaonan vaguely saw some bulging places wrapped in the denim jacket, which was a bit like a pistol.

"This is a master." Pang Xiaonan immediately judged that the man in front of him was not weak, because since he proposed to fight in another place, he was not the kind of person who liked to do sneak attacks. People who don't do sneak attacks generally have a considerable grasp of their own strength. Judging from his conversation, he was also the kind of player who was calm and powerful.

The cowboy man said it right. If he chose to attack here, even if he beat Pang Xiaonan to death, his whereabouts would definitely be captured by the police. If Pang Xiaonan beat him to death, he would also not be able to escape investigation. After all, Pang Xiaonan is still a reserve member of the Hailong Commando now, not a formal member, and there is no gold medal for avoiding death. Therefore, changing places will be beneficial to anyone.

Pang Xiaonan replied lightly: "Okay, listen to you, change the place, tell me where to go."

The man in the jeans raised his lips and pointed to the southeast direction and said, "There is a park nearby. There should be no one at this time, let's go there."

"Okay, are you going?" Pang Xiaonan closed the car door.

"Let's go, it's not too far anyway, and your life is about to end. Cherish the last journey." The man in denim ignored Pang Xiaonan's reaction and turned around and led the way forward.

The calmer the enemy, the more nervous Pang Xiaonan was. The man in front of him was different from all previous opponents. Pang Xiaonan could not find any information about his skills from him. It seemed that this was just a master who used guns and had basically no physical force value.

"The spiritual consciousness cannot detect the strength of using weapons, which is a pity. Maybe the glasses developed by Founder can make up for this defect?" Pang Xiaonan followed the man in denim, thinking about the glasses he wanted to invent that could detect the enemy's force value.

The man in a denim dress was walking in front, with his hands on the back of his head and humming an unknown little song in his mouth, looking relaxed and comfortable. From behind, he was a man with a very good figure of over 180 years old, slender calves, strong thighs, broad shoulders, a typical inverted triangle upper body, and thick brown hair.

"What a beautiful man does not do well? He must be a killer!" Pang Xiaonan despised such a man who was unhappy.

After walking for about 7 minutes, Pang Xiaonan followed the man in a denim to the interior of a huge park, surrounded by tall evergreen broad-leaved trees, and birds chirping on the trees, without people.

"Just here." The man in denim stopped and turned to face Pang Xiaonan.

Pang Xiaonan paused and said to the man in denim: "Did you send it to Jim Nangong?"

The man in denim smiled and said, "You are a smart person, you should know if I don't say it."

Pang Xiaonan had no expression on his face and continued, "Since you are going to kill me today, aren't you afraid that I won't follow you?"

The man in jeans took off his top, exposed the holster hanging under his armpit, then threw the top aside, and said slowly: "I said, you are a smart person. I like to deal with smart people. You won't come here because escaping is not the solution to the problem. The best way to eliminate fear is to face fear."

The man in a denim is right, Pang Xiaonan cannot escape, because since the killer can find himself and Xiong Junjun, he can use Xiong Junjun to threaten him, so that he will be more passive. The killer can find himself once, and he can find himself twice or three times. Instead of escaping blindly, it is better to face it bravely and solve this problem.

"Am I scared?" Pang Xiaonan began to be vigilant, because the man in front of him could draw his gun at any time.

"You seem calm on the surface, but I know you are still a little scared because you have never faced an opponent like me before, right?" said the man in denim confidently.

"How do you know that I have never faced an opponent like you?" Pang Xiaonan deliberately delayed time. He was thinking about how to defeat a master with a gun.

"From the information I investigated, from the first glance of my eyes, you are a pure martial arts man." The man in a denim did not express any sign of pulling his gun, and obviously he was not in a hurry. "Do you know, how many martial arts masters die under my hands every year?"
To be continued...