Bound to the scumbag male system, the goddesses always want to keep me

Wencheng, Laoshayu Hotpot Restaurant, is an old hotpot restaurant that claims to have been passed down for hundreds of years.

There are three treasures in the store...no, to be precise, there are three old treasures.

The base ingredient of hot pot is said to be the essence of century-old ingredients.

Secondly, the owner of the store is a cheerful old man. Judging from his age, he is about 45, 6, 7, 8, 90... almost a hundred years old.

Third, the old man’s hair is white, his eyebrows are white, and even his beard is white.

Of course, this is not one of the old three treasures in the store.

The third old baby belongs to the old man alone, because... although he has no name or surname, his name is spread throughout the world.

To use a popular saying: Although I am no longer in the world, my legend will always be there.

I heard that my three major hobbies were smoking, drinking, and perming my hair. Ah, no, those are the hobbies of the old man’s neighbor.

His hobby is eating and watching women playing beans.

Although the business in the store is not good, the old man has a good attitude!

As long as he sees beautiful women every day... he will be happy.

When you are in a good mood, you can live a long life, which can be compared with that of a bastard.

A certain tortoise glowed green with its two eyes and quietly shrank its head.

"Look at whatever you're looking at, and if you look at it again, I'll make you soup and drink it!"

The old man glared at the tortoise in the fish tank, as angry as a toad.

He was in a bad mood, not because there were no customers in the store.

But winter is here, but spring is still far away?

The time of year he dislikes the most is winter.

After all, whether it is spring or summer, whether it is autumn... as long as it is not winter.

There are always older sisters and younger sisters who are too hot, wearing miniskirts with their white calves and thighs exposed, showing off their perfect figures, wandering around in the square.

The location of the store is excellent, with an unobstructed view of the entire square.

The old man who has the title of "Brother is just a legend" and "Loves the Twelve Hairpins of Jinling"

Back then, when Bai Mei was vying for favor, he only loved three women, "Fan Fan", "Ai Ai" and "Doudou"

But time is like a dry well, and what is salvaged are all dead branches and leaves, which are recorded in sections of old stories that belong to oneself.

nowadays……

He always inadvertently reveals a very vulgar, appreciative and unique temperament, as if he is saying lightly: Your uncle will always be your uncle.

The northwest wind tonight was too chilly, and the old man glared at the little girl with his eagle eyes above 2.5.

He only looked at the parts of the girls that were exposed to the air. Some of them were young hands, some had a wrist, and some had faces with eyes exposed.

Finally, a girl with long hair bent down to tie her shoes, but she only saw a lace red autumn coat.

Not even a tiny bit of waistline was visible.

"Grandma, this damn northwest wind is bullying me, the old man from Nancun, into being weak."

The old man cursed carelessly. If he didn't curse, his blood would not flow smoothly. If it didn't flow, he would be in a bad mood...

The old man never hides his true nature as a man who appreciates beauty.

He summed up a valuable experience and secretly wrote it in his diary, waiting for future generations to excavate it.

At that time, future generations will surely discover that a sage once concluded: Men are visual animals. When beauties wear less, they stare at their clothes. When beauties wear a lot of clothes, they just stare at the areas where they are not wearing any clothes.

In particular, there is a big △ symbol under the word beauty.

And there was a line of small words annotated on the side: The place marked with the △ symbol is a must-test point. All future generations must remember it. As for non-beautiful women, he expressed no interest at all.

But time has passed, times have changed, and people continue to have new understandings of the definition of "beauty".

He had no choice but to add it again and again...ah, no, he was revising his diary.

From the very beginning, it was a piece of silk as thin as a cicada's wing that had been spun by ice silkworms for hundreds of years. Now it is thicker than Cihai.

"This is where you can appreciate today's beauties..."

The old man muttered in a low voice, unable to hide the loneliness in his eyes.

"Old man, I want to eat boiled shark."

Senior Brother Dragon King Baili Wuyou, wearing the coolest short-sleeved suit, said with a crooked smile.