The years when I was an old man

Although he couldn't understand the other party's swearing words, the mute could still get a rough idea.

He looked at Master Hong, and said stammeringly:

"Master, Master, he scolded, scolded you..."

Master Hong didn't care, he smiled and said:

"Ignore them, they are now Lord Yan playing with little ghosts, they will be comfortable for a while, and they will suffer for a while..."

One of Master Hong's witty words made the dumb who heard it giggle.The woman who ordered the food couldn't help but chuckled.

As soon as the woman left, the mute stared at her back.Swallowing, he asked Lord Hong again:

"Master, master, do you think I can, can I have sex with her?"

I found that the mute seems to have really changed since the incident of the girl in the white skirt.

It's a bit like when I first met Mr. Hong, whenever he sees a pretty woman, he will think badly.

Master Hong sneered, and asked the mute:

"How are you going to run?"

"Single, single, straight to the point. I, I will tell her that I am attracted to her, and I am attracted..."

"Being tempted? What kind of heart, filial piety? She wants to ask you that, what do you say?"

The mute blinked his eyes quickly, his face flushed, and he didn't think of how to answer.

Master Hong took the chopsticks and tapped lightly on the mute's head.

"I'm in a good mood today as a teacher, so I'll enlighten you, this elm bump. Remember, there is a seven-character formula for chasing women. It's called 'Know people, read their hearts and choose them', remember?"

The mute opened his mouth wide, showing his big yellow teeth, and nodded foolishly.

"The so-called knowing a person, you have to judge what type of woman the other party is in the shortest possible time. Take the proprietress just now as an example, she is the kind of docile and obedient woman..."

"how do you know?"

I asked a little curiously.

"It's not easy. Look at the Hong Kong guys at the table just now, they are so picky. Although this woman is unhappy, she dare not show it. Of course, you can also understand that she is afraid of affecting the business. What's more, she is so young and has She is quite pretty. How could such a woman be willing to stay in the small restaurant at home? She must have obeyed her family to take over the small restaurant..."

"What about reading, mind reading?"

The dumb questioned piously.

"This is the second stage. You must be able to accurately judge the secret thoughts in her heart that she is unwilling to share with others. Take this proprietress as an example. Although she obeyed her parents' arrangement and took over the small shop, she must not Happiness, this is mind reading. Do you understand?"

"Would you like to vote?"

I also followed up with a question.

"This is the simplest and the most difficult. After you read her thoughts, you must do what she likes, whether it is language or behavior. In other words, your words must penetrate her soul. Your Behavior, to subvert her cognition. If you do this, even if she doesn't fall in love with you, she will at least treat you as a confidant and mentor, understand?"

I don't understand half of what I heard.

Look at the dumb, the mouth is even wider.

The whole person seems to be in a state of enlightenment.

"Master, master, master is awesome, awesome!"

The dumb man bowed his head and bowed down in admiration.

But I was still a little curious, and asked:

"But the way you ordered fly legs just now, I feel like a street gangster. How can such an honest girl like you?"

"bias!"

Lord Hong muttered.

"Remember, the more honest and dutiful a girl is, the more she likes a naughty boy. This is what I call picking the best, understand?"

It is often said that there is a specialization in the art industry.

Just like Grandpa Kan said, no matter how much Master Hong practiced, he couldn't compare to me.

But with regard to women, even if I study for a lifetime, I still can't learn the slightest bit from Master Hong.

While talking, our Fried Beef has come up.

Master Hong picked up the chopsticks and took a bite.

Then, he suddenly put down his chopsticks, and said to the proprietress who turned to leave:

"Wait a moment!"

The proprietress turned her head to look at Master Hong in puzzlement, and asked:

"what happened?"

"Did you fry this Niuhe?"

The proprietress nodded awkwardly and said:

"The chef was busy with the main dish just now, so I helped fry it. Is it not to your liking?"

The proprietress asked cautiously.

Lord Hong didn't answer either, just shook his head slightly and sighed:

"Oh, what a pity!"

Having said this, the proprietress was even more puzzled, she quickly asked:

"What's the matter?"

Lord Hong looked at the other party sincerely, and said sincerely:

"I'm just feeling that a girl as young and beautiful as you, who can make Ushikawa so good, may almost disappear now..."

Master Hong said, looked around the store, and said:

"It's a pity to be trapped in this small shop the size of a palm..."

I know, Lord Hong has already made a move.

But the proprietress just smiled awkwardly and didn't answer Master Hong's words.

At this time, in the birdcage at the bar, a starling called out.

After taking a look, Master Hong said again:

"Actually, there are only two kinds of birds in the cage. Do you know which two kinds they are?"

The proprietress shook her head.

Master Hong stared at the birdcage, and said with a philosophical expression:

"A kind of bird in a bird cage, they think flying is a disease. For them, flying is like death. There is also a kind of bird, they envy flying, and they always pretend to be blue sky and white clouds in their hearts, even if they encounter lightning and thunder. They don't care either. But it's a pity that they are locked in cages. This is the sorrow of birds, but also the sorrow of people..."

As soon as the words were finished, Lord Hong turned his head to look at the proprietress, and said again:

"I think you belong to the second type!"

Sometimes I especially admire Lord Hong.

In front of women, he can be long or short, round or flat.

It can be a bohemian prodigal son, or a scumbag who plays games.

Now, he's acting like a philosopher.

What he said was simple but philosophical.

The mute was already dumbfounded, and the proprietress's eyes lit up.

It's just that this kind of light is gone in a blink of an eye.

But I still know that the proprietress can't escape Master Hong's clutches.