Chapter 1217

"It's worse than shit." Situ ran said.

"You're brother. You're right. But why should we go? Brother song, even if he doesn't sell it, can't he give it to us to try? Isn't there a lot of mutton kebabs?" Situ Qing said and swallowed his saliva.

"If brother song wants to give someone a taste, it won't be just dozens of strings. He will make hundreds of small strings. It won't be so big. We have so many people. Do you want to share one string for every ten people? You want to see a fight among hundreds of people? You have to call in the police."

Situ ran thought about the end. The police came and asked the reason. As a result, it was the barbecue.

They a group of adults, just for who ate an extra piece of dried meat.

After going back, what face do they have to face their classmates and teachers?

What's more, some people at the scene have become parents, and some even have grandchildren.

When I went home, my parents asked:

"Dad / mom, why are you fighting?"

"Grandpa and grandma, did you win?"

"Can you grab it?"

Where's the face? Where's the face? Where's your face?

It is estimated that the whole family will laugh at it openly or secretly for at least three years for at least two generations.

In the future, how can I teach my little family: "don't eat!"

I can't teach.

Of course, there is no dignity.

"What's more, because of the barbecue fight, brother song will put us on the blacklist and be insulated from brother song's technology for at least three years." Situ ran analyzed calmly.

"Brother, I remember brother song can play very well." Situ Qing pointed to the front.

Yang Song distributed mutton kebabs to Gao Tiezhu's family. If adults didn't say it, they would be more than one meter tall. They struggled to hold kebabs and ate meat. They also narrowed their eyes and whispered from time to time.

"Boy, have you finished eating?"

"Uncle, help you eat?"

"Aunt, how many strings do you buy?"

Noble held the kebab, warily shrunk back, turned his back to the people, and ate more happily.

The diners were so angry that they wanted to beat the boy.

"For the sake of the boy's health, let's help him eat some."

"Children should still eat more radishes and vegetables."

"I think he's full."

"You can buy it with money."

A group of adults are about to stretch out the hand of tigers and wolves.

Click!

Yang Songzheng crushed sheep bones with his bare hands in a casual manner and yawned calmly.

Click, click, click

The sheep bones were very hard, but Yang Song systematically crushed all the sheep bones and threw them into the water tank like a pile of sand.

After a while, pink hills were piled up in the water tank.

Those who want to extend their "evil hand" to mutton kebabs are honest.

Yang songguan's move is called kneading sheep bones to shake food.

It has the same meaning as knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger.

"When you watch them eat, you should know that my mutton kebab is still some failure."

As mentioned earlier, the mutton kebab is very large. Gao Tiezhu and his wife stroked it online from the tail and ate it from one end to the other.

I can't wait to eat the sign.

This is called failure?

Yang Song: "yes, it's a failure, so today's mutton kebabs can't be sold. Please go back and wait for me to study these two days. If you succeed, you can taste it again."

No matter how many people are not willing to leave and weigh their bones, they don't seem to have to look like sheep bones.

What else? Just go home.

Yang Song still had to be happy and said, "everyone, come back another day!"

The diners walked with a mouthful of blood.

Forbearance is a knife in the heart. They can't bear it. They are afraid that they will go back to beat the cook.

The old men and women in Shenyang have been straightforward for so many years. They have never met Yang Song, a cook with such a delicate heart.

"Brother, I was really worried about someone beating brother song, but I'm not very worried."

"Don't worry, brother song's force value is very strong. He used to play ten, but now he is estimated to play ten of ten."

"No, I also want to beat brother song. It's so annoying. Today's mutton kebab is so delicious that he said it couldn't work."

In order to give the lamb kebab a delicious name, I wanted to beat the cook.

Probably only Yang song can force diners to this point.

Beat him for what he did.

Hahaha, this diner dares to think!

Yang Song went back and gasped in front of Wu Chuang: "it's so scary. I almost got beaten today."

Wu Chuang, who is still standing upside down, is copying the Heart Sutra.

Why do my eyes often contain tears?

"Because you like floating and wandering around the world, you are moved by the Heart Sutra?"

Yang Song sat in the teacher's chair, drank tea, snapped his fingers and checked his homework.

Wu Chuang is also free. He can have a rest.

"When observing the free Bodhisattva and walking deep Prajna paramita for a long time, you can see that the five connotations are empty and spend all hardships..."

Yang Song checked and Wu Chuang recited it.

"That's good. Can you recite the Heart Sutra now?" Yang Song was very satisfied.

He gave Wu Chuang homework. At first, this guy scolded and cried bitterly. He even swore that he would kill Yang Song.

Even if Wu Chuang doesn't live, he will hold Yang Song.

After two hungry meals, he was honest.

"I really didn't expect you to recite the Heart Sutra. A word is good. If you are really capable, I will recite it. However, some people can't read it. They don't know words and don't like to check it with their mobile phone. They really don't want to make progress."

"Unlike you, you see that you are now a good boy who can recite the Heart Sutra."

Yang Song put the man down again and put his feet on the ground.

Almost four days later, Wu Chuang stepped on the grass again.

He really liked the taste of being down-to-earth. The whole person was lying on the grass and wanted to be buried all over.

If you don't hang up, you don't know the happiness that human beings can contact the ground.

Wu Chuang missed walking normally, sitting on the steps, even wrestling on the ground, even if his face touched the ground.

"Thank God, thank you..."

Yang Song also sighed: "sure enough, young man, you need to sharpen. After my training, you know how to be grateful to heaven and earth. It's not far from the realm of heaven, earth and people."

Wu Chuang's heart is still Tucao, but he was taught by Yang Song too many times, and make complaints about it.

"Are you awake?"

"Wake up."

Every time Yang Song asked, Wu Chuang tried his best to answer.

He felt that he could not be sincere. He was absolutely telling the truth, but he didn't know how long the truth would work.

"It seems that you still haven't awakened."

"I'm awake!" Wu Chuang firmly grasped the grass. He really didn't want to be hung anymore.

"You're not awake."

"I'm awake."

"You really didn't wake up!"

"I'm really awake!"

……

Wu Chuang was anxious and angry: "why do you say I didn't wake up?"

"By feeling, you give me a wrong feeling. I really wake up. It's not you." Yang Song shook his head: "you shouldn't lie to me."