"Old man, you...unusual! It seems that I saw you wrong!"

"Wrong? Well, you are wrong!" The old man nodded seriously.

"Who are you?" Feng Chenglin's eyes flashed.

I don't know if the old man will know when he says his name.

For a while, he was confused and quickly made up his mind--

Ok!

Wait a while, when the old man says his name, he will yell very cooperatively:

"Superior!"

In this way, it will appear to cooperate!

So as not to be ignorant of this old man's joke again!

His mind was set, and his eyes were like stars looking forward, waiting for the old man to say a name that shocked him.

Who knows

"You underestimated my old man's appetite... Just a few buns and a few pieces of meat, how can it be enough?"

Feng Chenglin: "..."

The old man seriously raised a small piece of steamed buns in his hand: "Look, after eating so much, I haven't been eighth full enough. You should go get some more steamed buns."

The corners of Feng Chenglin's mouth twitched--

The old man obviously doesn't want to tell him the truth!

In such an occasion-don't say it, don't say it!

Not to mention, he can't help it!

Not to mention anything else, it is estimated that the fight is impossible, so why bother to blame the enemy?

Right now, got up, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, old man, you can do it..."

The old man's eyes widened innocently: "What's the matter? I... have said something wrong?"

"No!" Fengcheng Lin Shunji put on a smile: "I mean, I can't see it, old man, you are too thin, you should be able to eat..."

Turning around, he silently rolled his eyes.

"Wait, I'll get you some more!"

"No, boy, I don't have much money..." The old man's laughter was rather sad.

"Don't worry, don't need your money!!" Feng Chenglin waved his right hand vigorously.

This old man is a treasure old man.

Moreover, it looks like a friend but not an enemy.

At least, so far, so far.

If this is the case, it is natural to be friendly, so let's talk about it first.

Ling Luoyu sat on the stone, looking at the people in front of the old ancestral hall from a distance.

"San Young Master, are you really sitting like this?" Feng Chenglin sat side by side with her, frowning: "You just sit like this, aren't they going to suspect your bad intentions?"

"If they have this thought, it would be great!" Ling Luoyu shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that no one has come to ask about my old ancestral hall until now!"

She turned her eyes slightly, not smiling.

"Fatty, you say, why is this?"

"Why? Naturally, they don't look at you, they don't look at us..." Feng Chenglin curled his lips indifferently: "In their hearts, we two are the two ants in that restaurant. At most, when they feel hungry, we will serve them delicious food... just the cook!"

Who knew that Ling Luoyu shook his head with a smile: "If this is the case, it would be great!"

"Huh?" Feng Chenglin was taken aback for a while, sat down, and looked at the people in the distance seriously: "Not this? What is that?"

"I'm afraid... they all know what's going on in the old ancestral hall, and they know how to do it, so it becomes insignificant for our external information!"

"...Then, what if it's like this?" Feng Chenglin twitched his mouth, a little unwilling: "Let's...Are we going to get mad and lead wolves into the room?"