I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Li Shimin pays for every meal.

But... It is actually very difficult for him to pay the money readily.

Every time I have to procrastinate, not to be scolded by Yin Xuan, as if something is missing from this meal.

According to Li Shimin's words, this is a kind of taste.

Now that he has made such a promise, it is enough to prove how hungry he is now... no, how eager he is to see what Yin Xuan has in his mouth.

Yin Xuan stood up and stretched his waist: "That's fine."

At the same time, he instructed Di Renjie: "Huaiying, I will leave the store to you, just let them make milk tea and snacks."

Milk tea and snacks are semi-finished products that have already been prepared, and only need to be processed again, and they don't even need seasoning.

Yin Xuan still trusts them with such trivial matters.

Di Renjie responded, but his eyes were eager to move.

Yin Xuan understood: "Eat whatever you want, and you can also tell them."

Di Renjie shook his head and smiled: "Shopkeeper, am I such a greedy person?"

Yin Xuan had no expression on his face, and cast a straight look at him.

He didn't know how Di Renjie had the face to say such a thing. In the past three years, he had gained more than 30 catties in the restaurant - although this had nothing to do with his puberty.

But a skinny guy, now getting longer and wider, can always prove that his mouth is restless.

"Even if I am!" Di Renjie and Yin Xuan looked at each other, and immediately felt guilty. He took a deep breath and said firmly, "It won't be like this."

Yin Xuan waved his hand impatiently: "Tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Di Renjie pursed his lips: "Shopkeeper, can I go and have a look with you?"

Yin Xuan shook his head decisively: "No."

Di Renjie sighed in disappointment.

"The main reason is that there are only two bicycles." Yin Xuan opened his mouth to give a reason, "It's not your share."

Di Renjie behaved a little better.

On the contrary, Li Shimin was stunned for a moment. He looked at Yin Xuan with surprise in his eyes: "Go by bike."

"Otherwise?" Yin Xuan asked back.

Li Shimin's eyes widened: "Where's the carriage?"

"It's used by Fengchao." Yin Xuan replied quite naturally, and didn't feel at all that it was inappropriate to lend a state-owned carriage to someone without a title.

Li Shimin paused, then sighed: "Forget it, let's ride."

Think of it as exercising.

I knew that this kid, Yin Xuan, would always do some unbelievable things.

The two of them rode bicycles and carried Roll, of course the most painful thing is not Roll.The most miserable ones were the guards hiding in the dark—they could act bolder with the carriage blocking their view.

But now on the bicycle, they can see everything around, so they have to follow carefully.

Can't be found, and can't be too far away.

After leaving the city, we rode for another half a quarter of an hour before arriving at the rubber factory outside the city.

Yin Xuan took out his ID card and showed it to the concierge. As for Li Shimin, he had to register his name, time, and purpose of his visit in the visitor book.

He is familiar with this set.

When the Cuju League games were held here before, this set of procedures was indispensable, but this time there was an extra guarantor, and he naturally filled in Yin Xuan's name.

After registering their names, the two continued to pedal their bicycles and walked inside.

It took another half a quarter of an hour.

Li Shimin began to pant with his mouth open as if he was rolling, and finally arrived at the place - this was a large piece of flat concrete poured on it, with some obvious black rut marks on it.

"Where's the thing you brought me to see?" Li Shimin said weakly, lying on the car.

Yin Xuan waved his hand: "You wait."

Li Shimin was not in a hurry, he was indeed too tired to speak at all.

Not too long.

A Weng Ming sounded from a distance, Li Shimin became vigilant, and looked at the source of the sound with his head, a black smoke billowed like a flying dragon.

Hang Chi Hang Chi, Li Shimin saw an iron box running from afar.

It was a bit ugly to run, but the speed was much faster than what the naked eye could see, and they were in front of them in the blink of an eye, and then slid to a stop with a squeak.

Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Li Shimin was taken aback, his heart fluttered, and he almost fell off the car. He looked at the car in surprise, then at Yin Xuan, and asked, "What is this?"

Yin Xuan didn't answer directly, but pointed to the black lacquered rubber tire at the bottom of the car: "Look, what is that?"

"Is...the wheel?" Li Shimin's answer was not very sure.

Yin Xuan clapped his hands and praised: "It's awesome, I didn't admit my mistake."

"Then let me ask you again, what do you think this carriage is?"

Li Shimin's eyelids twitched, he felt that he was not so stupid, and... this kind of answer is in the question in the question, what is the point of asking it.

but…

Yin Xuan's words still reminded him that there are wheels and carriages, what are these things?He paused, then asked hesitantly, "So... this is actually a car?"

Yin Xuan clapped his hands again, and continued to praise in a coaxing tone: "That's great, you got the answer right!"

"I'm not a fool." Li Shimin laughed, but it was a bit forced.

Before Yin Xuan could continue to perfuse himself, he asked, "This is a car, but how does it move?"

Yin Xuan replied: "Do you know about trains?"

"In fact, it is similar to the concept of trains. They are all powered by coal and driven by steam."

Li Shimin fell silent.

Of course he knows how the train moves, but the problem lies in this... The train needs such a big locomotive to move, and this small car moves alone.

and……

While he was silent, the car door opened, and the driver stepped out from inside, his legs seemed to be a little weak.

"What's going on!" Yin Xuan reprimanded, "Didn't you say that there is no problem?"

"Why does the car still roll when braking?"

Feng Chao said that the car is safe to go on the road.

But... what I saw with my own eyes today made Yin Xuan feel like he was slapped in the face.

Not safe at all.

The brakes are completely useless, as evidenced by the fresh black rubber marks on the ground-and the sliding distance is very long, at least twenty or thirty centimeters.

This distance, for a car, can be said to be terrifying.

"Dalang, this..." The scholar who got off the car took a deep breath before introducing, "Yesterday was fine, but it happened to be last night."

"During the test run, something went wrong. The tester accidentally stepped on the brake instead of the accelerator, crashed into a wall, and rushed directly to the Cuju field."

"People are fine, but the car is completely scrapped."