Hundred Treasures of the Monster Tan: Meat Feed

In the evening, Mr. Tiger came to Zong Jue's house with a gift.

Zongji's butcher shop was busy, there were no customers in the shop, and Zong Jue was tidying up the counter.

He bent over, Mr. Tiger saw his bent waist and buttocks, swallowed, and began to dream again.

"I'm thirsty, please drink this."

Since you bought a juice machine, you can't waste it. Mr. Tiger handed over the freshly squeezed juice.

Zong Jue thanked him, and took a sip, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Is it good to drink?"

"Well, where did you buy it? I don't think I've ever tasted it before."

Zong Jue looked at the glass, the juice was purple in color, sour and sweet, a bit like cherries, but not quite the same.

"I didn't buy it, I squeezed it myself, and the fruit was picked from the mountain."

"On the mountain?"

"Uh, what I mean is that I bought freshly picked fruits from the mountains, drink them quickly."

While Zong Jue was drinking, Tiger ran to the counter and took a look around. The meat in the store was full of aroma, but unfortunately it was almost sold out. He sniffed his nose, feeling a little regretful.

His expression was too obvious, Zong Jue was helpless and funny, and said, "There are still a lot, enough for you to eat."

"This is for you."

Mr. Tiger handed over the small gift bag, and Zong Jue asked curiously, "What is this?"

"You'll know when you open it."

Zong Jue opened the gift bag and took out the box inside. The box was exquisitely packaged. He looked at Mr. Tiger and opened the box to reveal the wallet inside.

"This……"

"Didn't you say you lost your wallet? After thinking about it, my dead cat must have taken it away, so I bought a new one for you."

"Maybe I forgot where to put it. It's so expensive, I can't take it."

"It's not expensive, it's a high imitation, don't worry about it."

"High imitation? This is obviously..."

"Look at how good the workmanship is. It can be confused with the real thing. I know you like high imitation, so you won't spend a lot of money to buy the real thing."

Mr. Tiger has an expression of "look at my sincere eyes, how could I lie" written all over his face.

Zong Jue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and deliberately said: "Give me something, and you have to spend money to sell the meat."

"I know, I know."

If you have to eat Mr. Tiger, you will be satisfied. As for whether to spend money or not, that is a trivial matter.

He ordered several dishes in one go, Zong Jue frowned and said, "It's too much, you can't eat it by yourself."

"You can eat it!"

Mr. Tiger took out the money to pay the bill, and made it clear that he said don't worry that I can't afford it. Zong Jue has no choice but to open the door as a customer, so he has to let people buy it.

He took the wallet to the living room, came back to pick up the lunch box and was about to put it in, when a man hurried over to buy meat and wanted to wrap it up.

Mr. Tiger was not happy when he heard it, and wanted to teach him a lesson, but he said it was a family reunion, and the old man wanted to eat Zongji Braised Pork, so he ran all the way to let Mr. Tiger make it easier.

"Then..."

Mr. Tiger changed "A lightning strike kills you" to - "It's rare to come here, so I'll buy them all, anyway, I live next door, and I can eat them anytime."

The man thanked him repeatedly, and after Zong Jue sent the guests away, he turned his head and saw Mr. Tiger sitting on a small bench in the corner, listless and silent.

As an adult, he was convinced that he could express his emotions so clearly.

Zong Jue walked over and said deliberately: "You are also a guest, so there is no need to be humble."

"I want to help you get repeat customers. Anyway, I want to eat, and there are plenty of opportunities."

"Then you are not happy."

"Can I be happy when the meat in my mouth is flying!?"

Mr. Tiger said indignantly: "Imagine how you feel when you win a prize of tens of millions, but when you go to receive the prize, you are told that the lottery ticket has expired!"

Comparing meat with 1000 million yuan, Zong Jue thought that in this man's heart, meat is really so important.

"My meat is so delicious?"

"Um!"

"Actually, there are some in the kitchen, I didn't bring them..."

Mr. Tiger immediately stood up, ready to rush to the kitchen.

"Those are for sale tomorrow."

Seeing that Mr. Tiger was about to wilt again, Zong Jue held back a smile and said, "However, some chopped up corners cannot be sold. If you don't mind it, you can eat that. It's free of charge."

"Don't hate it, don't hate it."

Everything was sold out, Zong Jue closed the front shop, took Mr. Tiger to the small kitchen, and took out minced meat from the refrigerator.

Mr. Tiger couldn't wait any longer, grabbed a piece with his hand and threw it into his mouth.

How rude!

Seeing his actions, Zong Jue felt helpless.

No one around him was so rude, and he went to a prestigious university, and his classmates were well-educated, at least on the surface.

This man was the only one who was careless to the point of roughness, and the strange thing was that he didn't think much of it. Instead, he was very happy to see someone who liked his meat so much.

"I steamed the steamed buns, and I happened to have minced meat, let's make Roujiamo tonight, you go take a bath, and come back for dinner."

Zong Jue said casually, who would have thought Mr. Tiger froze instantly after hearing this, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oops, I forgot to buy underwear!"

"Ah, you remember to buy your wallet, but you don't remember to buy your underwear?"

Zong Jue didn't know what to say, Mr. Tiger peeked at his expression, and asked in a low voice, "How about... just borrowing from you again?"

"Hey, I have accepted such an expensive gift from you, it seems that I can't give it to you."

Zong Jue actually wanted to tell him to go out and buy. There is a small supermarket at the intersection, which is very convenient, but he changed his words and asked, "Are you shopping around in this suit today?"

"Yeah, yesterday's suit hasn't been washed yet."

"Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

After Zong Jue asked, afraid that he would talk nonsense again, he hurriedly added: "For example, dizziness, nausea, and lack of energy."

"No, I'm in great shape, unless I can't eat meat, I won't be in good spirits."

Zong Jue has fully understood Mr. Tiger's personality and preferences during the not-so-long contact, and he firmly believes that this sentence is true.

"It's inconvenient to wear this kind of clothes. I have a few sets and bought bigger ones. I'll give them to you."

"But I think this is very pretty. How about you give me the big one, and give me some Tang suits by the way?"

"That's what my father wore when he was working. Are young people wearing this to pretend?"

"Isn't it good to pretend?"

Mr. Tiger asked very seriously, Zong Jue didn't want to talk to him anymore, and went up to get the clothes.

Mr. Tiger also followed him familiarly. When Zong Jue was looking for clothes, he ran to play on the computer.

There were still those English and incomprehensible number charts on the screen. He thought it was fun, so he grabbed the mouse and clicked it twice.

"what!"

When Zong Jue came in, he saw that the screen had changed. Mr. Tiger saw that he was nervous, and asked, "Did I press it wrong?"

"Well, you sold my stock consignor."

"Have you lost money?"

"I don't know. The stock market is closed. We won't know until tomorrow morning. It's okay. I don't have much money. Even if I lose, I won't be able to lose much."

In fact, there are quite a lot, but for some reason, seeing Mr. Tiger looking like a dog who has done something wrong and is afraid of being punished, Zong Jue can't bear to talk about him, thinking that he can afford it anyway, so forget it.

Mr. Tiger didn't know much about stock trading, but he watched it on TV and said to Zong Jue, "You are really good. You are doing business and playing stocks. You are indeed from the Department of Finance."

"How do you know I majored in finance?"

"Uh... What Aunt Pan said... Ah, by the way, this is my mobile phone number. You can call this number when you need me in the future."

Mr. Tiger talked about him from left to right, wrote down his mobile phone number and handed it to Zong Jue.

Zong Jue answered, thinking I need to call you?You've been dangling in front of me since you moved here.

He gave the clothes to Mr. Tiger. Except for the two big ones, all the other clothes belonged to his father.

After his father passed away, he originally considered disposing of it, but was reluctant, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now.

Seeing Mr. Tiger happily accepting his clothes, and especially liking his father's ones, he was a little confused.

He doubted that his initial guess had been wrong, but at least one thing was certain that he had been right in keeping the clothes.

Mr. Tiger took his clothes and followed Zong Jue downstairs, thinking that he could eat meat with full firepower, when he suddenly fainted.

Unprepared, he stepped on the last step of the stairs and almost fell.

Zong Jue reached out to support him in time, saw that his face was not good-looking, and asked, "Uncomfortable?"

"it's okay no problem……"

As soon as Mr. Tiger finished speaking, his dizziness became worse. He knew it was wrong and said, "I suddenly remembered that I still have work to do, so I don't need to save dinner."

After he finished speaking, he ran out, and when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered an important matter, turned his head and shouted: "Just prepare it for my cat, there must be meat!"

"Are you sure it will come..."

Before Zong Jue finished his question, the man had already disappeared, at the same speed as last night.