Like the small restaurants of the Tang family, the business on Sundays is generally not as good as that on the middle of the week.

Because most of the people who come to this restaurant to consume are office workers, they save time to eat fast food at noon or evening.

When you have free time on weekends, most office workers cook at home and choose slightly higher-end restaurants when they go out for dinner with friends.

Just after one o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Xin came to the restaurant door with a shoulder bag and smiled knowingly when he saw the scene in front of him.

The restaurant with the expanded store was full, and the business suddenly became popular again. The waiters were busy pouring tea and handing water or serving dishes.

He pushed the door open and Xie Wanling, who was commanding at the counter, waited for him to approach and asked with concern: "Have you eaten?"

Tang Xin nodded, then tutted his mouth, walked around the counter, looked up and down from side to side, and went shopping in the morning to buy Xie Wanling, who had changed into new clothes.

The purple cardigan knitted dress with a V-neck, a color that symbolizes nobility, and a hairstyle that is tied up with flowers, Xie Wanling's dignity and elegance is very eye-catching.

"How is it? Is your dad's choice good-looking?"

Xie Wanling stood up, smoothed the corners of her skirt, warm flesh-colored stockings wrapped around her round and slender legs, and her fashionable white high heels were spotless.

"It's so beautiful! Didn't my dad shed tears of happiness?"

Xie Wanling, who was smiling like a flower, knocked Tang Xin's head and said with unconcealed joy: "Don't tease your father, nor do you make fun of mom."

"If honesty is a sin, mom, please shoot me!"

Tang Xin put down his schoolbag and sat at the counter. After talking and laughing with his mother for a while, he opened his schoolbag and took out something that shocked Xie Wanling from it.

"Son, how is it here? Where did you get it?"

The one who was placed on the table by Tang Xin was the attracting business cat.

Tang Xin put the business cat in his original position again, turned his head and smiled at his mother, "This thing is not unique."

Xie Wanling looked puzzled, as if she understood something, and asked: "Son, do you mean that Boss Dong bought one, and then you bought a new one?"

Tang Xin nodded with a smile and said, "Yes, why don't we go to the Sichuan-Xiang Restaurant together, which is in the lobby."

As if she was relieved and breathed, Xie Wanling was worried about this incident two days ago and sold the mascot she brought with her son. She didn't think it was too big, especially earning 30,000 yuan. But afterwards, she saw her son's abnormal expression, and secretly blamed herself, thinking that she had hurt his heart.

Picking up a clean rag to wipe and attract business cats, Xie Wanling smiled and said, "Okay, this mother will definitely not sell it. Even if it is sold in the store, I will keep this one."

Tang Xin said, "Don't let it go, you have sold one, and it's not too small to sell a few more. If you want to sell it, you can sell it. This thing is street goods and you can buy it at will, and you don't have to be a treasure."

Xie Wanling was stunned, turned her head and stared at Tang Xin, seeing that he didn't seem to be talking sarcastic, so she felt relieved and said, "Okay then."

After finishing the business, Tang Xin left the restaurant and went home to read the book honestly.

When he went to school on Monday, Tang Xin looked at Sun Dao bored and was helpless.

Qiu Qiang's house is far away and he comes to school late. Basically, when he arrived in the classroom, the classroom was already noisy.

"Tang Xin, I went home and told my dad that I could come forward and talk to Dong Shiyou, but if you want to say a price you can accept, as long as you can afford it, my dad said he can give it first, you can write an IOU and pay it back on time."

Qiu Qiang sat half his butt on Tang Xin's desk and said condescendingly.

Tang Xin looked up at him in surprise.

"When your father said this, was he sober? He believed that I could afford it? If Dong Shiyou knocked him for one million, I would also say I would accept it. I can't pay the money back. What should I do? Do you expect me to sell my kidneys?"

Qiu Qiang threw a book in his hand and said casually: "Do you treat my dad as a fool? He asked me first, can you believe you? I said I can trust you before he said he could come forward. As for you to say that you can accept one million, haha, will my dad take it seriously? He must have a bottom line in his heart. I think, it's less than 100,000. Even if you can't afford it, your family can at least bear the money. If you ask your parents for the account, you shouldn't be able to escape."

Tang Xin had met Qiu Daosheng several times, an approachable uncle, and could not see the stinking smell of merchants in him. If he first met, Qiu Qiang introduced his father as a professor who was studying science or a government agency worker, Tang Xin would never doubt it.

"I can't bear this favor. We are all little kids, don't get involved with adults. Just pretend that this has never happened, but you'd better thank your dad for me."

After Tang Xin finished speaking, Qiu Qiang got up, put the textbooks in place, and prepared to walk back to his seat.

"Hey, Qiu Qiang, have you found a master at Beishan Temple?"

Sun Dao, who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, copied his homework while still not forgetting to sow right and wrong.

It’s really a pot that doesn’t open to pick up.

Before Tang Xin could even hate Sun Dao, Qiu Qiang came over, slapped Tang Xin's desk, and asked with a sad face: "Tang Xin, tell me the truth today, are there any masters? I just went to Beishan Temple and knelt down to the young monk who swept the floor. People cried and said that there were no masters in the temple, and I didn't think it was surprising that I could practice fist and foot skills."

Looking around, Tang Xin said vaguely: "From the beginning, you said there were masters. You forced me to ask where the masters are. I think there should be masters in the Fighting Club and Beishan Temple..."

When he scratched his head, Qiu Qiang was a little confused. After listening to Tang Xin's words, it seemed that the responsibility was on himself. It took two minutes to do so. After he sorted out his mind, he slapped the table again, bent down and stared at Tang Xin close up, and asked, "Tang Xin, then did you hit me that day?"

"You must have remembered that day wrong. How could I have internal strength? People will burst into unimaginable potential in critical moments! For example, someone actually raised a car in order to save his child. I was forced into a desperate situation by you and unconsciously burst out the potential in my body, so that punch caught you off guard. Do you understand?"

Tang Xin's tone was unquestionable, and his serious expression was not a joke.

Qiu Qiang blinked his eyes and asked inexplicably: "Desperate situation? We have known each other since junior high school today. It has been more than five years since we fought more than ten times, right? Although I used to win, they were all jokes and no one was serious. How could you be in a desperate environment? If you can despair, how could you live to this day?"

Tang Xin lowered his head and sighed sadly: "Qiu Qiang, you are not me, how could you understand? I have been under your oppression and resistance for five years. Isn't such an outbreak scary?"

Qiu Qiang sneered: "You didn't resist? If I punch you, you can put a dead mouse in my schoolbag. I still remember the smell today. The fatal thing is that the smell cannot be washed away. I threw away the whole schoolbag. I know how powerful the punch is, it doesn't hurt or itchy, but the psychological shadow you have caused to me has not been blown away yet. The more I think about it, the more I feel that it should be my outburst, it's not your turn."

Tang Xin raised his head and nodded solemnly: "Yes! Qiu Qiang, you should keep thinking about those things now, and then go to the Fighting Club to find a coach to burst out. Go, brew your emotions and reminisce about the anger suppressed in your heart."

Qiu Qiang walked towards his seat, Tang Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and Sun Dao, who was beside him, said in a silence: "Tang Xin, you are so bad."

"I'm very pure, thank you."

Tang Xin opened the book and suddenly heard the sound of a chair falling to the ground from behind the classroom. He turned his head and looked at Qiu Qiang covered his mouth and ran out, and glared at him fiercely.

Sun Dao looked at Tang Xin and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

Tang Xin said innocently: "I guess he has been recalling the smell of dead rats, disgusting and nauseating."

"Compared with you, I feel more and more that I am too kind."
Chapter completed!