Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

"It's all done by evening."

After Zong Jue finished speaking, he thought of this guy's character of not treating himself as an outsider, so he didn't treat him politely, and said directly: "These are for sale. If you want to eat, you have to spend money to buy them."

"No problem, I..."

"It can't be round, I have to take care of regular customers."

Zong Jue had already thought of what he was going to say, and said with a smile.

After hearing this, Mr. Tiger withered for a second, muttered goodbye and was about to leave.

Zong Jue said, "However, there are still some Dongpo pork and braised pork left over from last night, and I'll give you that for free."

Mr. Tiger's blood returned instantly, and he rushed back and asked happily, "Then can I eat now?"

"Ah, it's not long since we had breakfast."

"I didn't eat meat for breakfast, so I get hungry easily. In fact, I wanted to eat it a long time ago, lest you call me a pig."

"You are not a pig. Pigs don't eat their own meat."

Mr. Tiger had already gone to the kitchen, and Zong Jue's complaints were completely ignored by him.

He heard him open the refrigerator from a distance, and the sound of the microwave oven heating the rice came from a short while later, Zong Jue could completely imagine his expression of eagerness to eat meat.

He was amused and helpless, and he sighed when he remembered what his father had said to him before.

"Father, I hope you are right."

After cleaning up all the leftover meat from last night, Mr. Tiger came out of the Zong's house contentedly.

Standing under the sun, he spent five seconds seriously thinking about his work in the afternoon, and finally decided to collect herbs and sell them for money. After all, no matter what era he is in, he is rich and confident.

So Mr. Tiger used spiritual skills to go to the mountain like yesterday. He specialized in picking up uncommon herbs, so he easily sold them at a good price today.

The owner of the traditional Chinese medicine store was very happy, saying that these medicines are usually hard to find, and if they can still be picked in the future, they must sell them to themselves.

Mr. Tiger agreed without saying a word. Anyway, for him, going up the mountain is like playing in his own yard, and collecting herbs is a matter of minutes.

He took the money and went to Dr. Lu's clinic excitedly.

Dr. Lu is a friend of Zong Jue, and Mr. Tiger thinks he should know what brand Zong Jue likes.

It's the first time to buy a gift for your lover, of course you have to make him happy.

Dr. Lu is quite free today. He has no patients. He takes a small watering can to water the flowers and plants on the window sill.

Seeing Mr. Tiger come in, still in Tang suit, he almost spit out the tea he just drank in his mouth, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm comfortable anywhere."

"Wearing this kind of clothes, I thought your head..."

Mr. Tiger's eyes widened, and he was so angry that Dr. Lu swallowed back his words and asked, "Then why are you here? Ah, I see, you want to come to work with me?"

"No, let me ask something, that..."

It was the first time to buy a gift for someone. Mr. Tiger was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and said in a low voice, "Do you know where there are high-quality imitation wallets of famous brands?"

"You use counterfeit products?" Dr. Lu was shocked again.

"It's not for me. I gave it away. I just came here. Xiaojue helped me a lot. I want to give you something as a token of appreciation."

"Buying fakes as gifts, your intentions are really special."

"You don't know, Xiao Jue likes high imitation goods, but they are the ones that are so fake that people can't see them. They are too fake."

Mr. Tiger looked serious, and Dr. Lu frowned.

He has known Zong Jue for so many years, but he didn't know that Zong Jue likes to use high imitation goods, which is a new thing.

"The night market should have these things, but the quality of the imitation can't be guaranteed. If you want to buy something that looks like it, you can buy it online. You can search a lot on the Internet."

computer?No;

network?nor;

He has money.

Dr. Lu observed his words and thought about it, and said, "Oh, I forgot that you just moved here, so it may be inconvenient to surf the Internet, or you can use your mobile phone to search..."

Mr. Tiger blinked, and Dr. Lu cried out.

"You don't even have a mobile phone, do you! From which corner did you pop out!?"

"I have a mobile phone, but it happened to be broken. You write me the URL, and I'll check it out."

"and many more."

Dr. Lu took out his laptop and searched online, and found a lot of high imitation shops.

He printed it out, watched Mr. Tiger put the paper into his pocket, and reminded: "I don't know if these are scammers, so be careful."

"knowledge."

A patient came, Dr. Lu was busy seeing a doctor, and Mr. Tiger left.

He originally wanted to buy a mobile phone, but on second thought, he had only seen that thing on TV, and he didn't know how to play it, so he better ask his friends first.

Having made up his mind, Mr. Tiger came to the pawn shop.

The pawn shop owner was working on the shelf, while the nominal clerk, the handsome man Dan Hua, was leaning on the counter drinking tea and playing computer games. When he saw him, his eyes narrowed like ecstasy.

"This Tang suit suits you quite well."

"Do you think I'm handsome too?"

The pawnshop owner looked over from the opposite side, and Dan Hua giggled.

"It's a little worse than my boss, you came to see me, are you in trouble again?"

"A little trouble."

Mr. Tiger told him about his idea of ​​buying a mobile phone. It was a coincidence that Shan Hua had just bought a new mobile phone. He originally wanted to take pictures of the old one online, so he directly transferred it to him.

Mr. Tiger had to pay for it, but he didn't want a single painting, and he also taught him the basic usage of the mobile phone by the way.

"It's a bit difficult."

Mr. Tiger couldn't type, so he fumbled to press the enter button.

Shan Hua said, "Don't worry, this won't be more difficult than your spells."

"Can I spell?"

"Yes, every time someone wants to come to our villa to play the autumn wind, you scare them away with your spells. Ah Bao said that it is too talented for you to guard the gate. You used to be a mage, right?"

Mr. Tiger scratched his forehead, he couldn't remember what Shanhua said, he slept as a specimen most of the time, and occasionally woke up to eat and eat.

However, the word mage is very familiar, as if it was often mentioned many years ago.

That must not be addressing him, it probably refers to Mr. Is Mr.'s occupation a mage?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt uncomfortable, and even the lines on the cuffs became dazzling.

Mr. Tiger shook his head, shaking out the negative emotions that shouldn't be there, and asked Danhua.

"Do you have any furniture for sale here? I don't have anything at home. I want to buy some."

"You are so lucky. Someone sold a lot of things yesterday, and they are all probably new. Look at what you need, and I will give you a cheap price."

Dan Hua took him to the next door, where there were large items. Mr. Tiger chose some favorites, and saw that there was also a multi-functional juicer. He thought it was good, so he bought it too.

Dan Hua took the money and said he would ask the boss to send it to him later.

After shopping, Mr. Tiger was about to leave. He suddenly remembered about buying a high-quality imitation wallet on the way. He took out the paper printed by Dr. Lu and showed it to Shanhua.

"Can you help me find out if these stores are reliable?"

"Aren't you buying and selling medicinal materials? Are you planning to make fake products?"

"No, I want to buy it as a gift."

"Oh, bought it as a gift for the guy next door? Did you get it together?"

The corners of Shan Hua's eyes narrowed, with an expression of insight into everything.

Mr. Tiger immediately shook his head in denial, and did not expose the single painting, saying: "If you want to pursue him, don't be stingy, buy the real thing if you want to buy it."

"It's not stingy, he just likes high imitations."

"There are people like this?"

Mr. Tiger nodded vigorously again.

Shan Hua thought for a while and said, "It's probably because I don't have money, and I can't afford to buy it even if I want to, so you have to buy it for him even more.

This is your intention. If you are afraid that he will not accept it because it is too expensive, just say it is a high imitation, and tell the truth when you really get it together. "

"It makes sense."

"So, don't buy it online. I'll help you out. People often pawn the gifts they receive in exchange for money. We have a lot of them in our family. Choose one."

Danhua opened her own website, selected the wallet column and asked Mr. Tiger to choose.

How could Mr. Tiger understand those brands? After reading two pages, he suddenly found a purse with a print that resembled the one he bit into pieces. He pointed to it and said, "That's all. I saw Xiao Jue bought it."

"Oh, that proves that he has a good eye. Berluti is low-key and expensive, and it can't satisfy the vanity of people who buy high-quality imitations."

"Of course the person I like is extraordinary."

The wallet was successfully bought, and Mr. Tiger paid the money happily.

Dan Hua helped him wrap it up, put it in a gift bag, and found a few other CDs for him, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

"You can use these, go for it."

"I will!"

In order to be able to eat meat as he likes every day in the future, Mr. Tiger made a fist in his heart and vowed that he must catch Zong Sui!