Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Hearing the name of the painting, Chao Haiguang was particularly satisfied, but Zena Keith was stunned.

Oh my god, my heart is still there!

There is a sense of irony in it.

I lost interest all of a sudden.

But Zhao Chuanxin was in high spirits, holding the carbon rod and waving to the two of them: "It's windy and a bit cold. You go back first. I'll see you at the restaurant in the evening. I'll give you the painting then."

Playing aggressive generals?

"Hello Mr. Zhao, my name is Li Shutong!"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and told lies.

There was even a white man who said: "Sir, in this painting, the Japanese at the back is a bit superfluous."

Now he wants to avoid the troublemaker Zhao Chuanxin.

"Li Shutong!"

He is gentle, has a soft temper, and usually communicates with others in a friendly manner.

Walked over casually: "Hey, brother."

Put the spicy base into a pot, wait for the water to boil, Zhao Chuanxin directly picks up the plate, pulls it with chopsticks, and puts the whole plate of beef into the pot.

If you are not satisfied with your life in Tianjin, you will go to the magic city to make a living. After his mother died, he went to Japan to further his studies to escape the grief, and later chose to become a monk.

"Harm, yes, these good deeds that I didn't want to leave my name on were all done by me.

He looked at the menu: "Yuanyang hotpot? There really isn't any of this!"

Many times, it's not that he's not talented enough, but it's also that he doesn't know how to show off like Zhao Chuanxin.

However, I suggest you..."

Hot pot means eating it slice by piece and eating it tenderly.

There are ongoing natural disasters in China, and I am also preparing for a charity performance to raise money for disaster relief. And Mr. Zhao has already made it to the front.

The two of them ran away.

Fortunately, Chao Haiguang now feels that Zhao Chuanxin is his friend.

It's better to influence him by yourself, or you might lose your ambition to be a worldly person in the future.

"What?" Zhao Chuanxin flipped his hand, and there was a piece of spicy hot pot base wrapped in oil paper in his palm: "Then let them serve the mandarin duck pot, with one side clear soup and one side spicy.

"Originally, Japanese people traditionally did not eat livestock meat, but after the Meiji Restoration, the west wind gradually spread, and the saying that eating beef can strengthen the body somehow spread, and beef hot pot became popular."

Feel free to praise me.

He vaguely regretted that he should not have agreed to Mr. Mi Zhi.

Li Shutong reacted and couldn't believe that he had just said those words.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he said, "I don't care about your business. I'll do it as soon as I ask you to do it. What are you talking about?"

"I've heard a little bit about it." Li Shutong felt suffocated, as if Zhao Chuanxin's force level could really force him to stay. "Mr. Zhao was born outside China, resisted the Russians and Japanese, and also went to the United States to protect overseas Chinese.

Zena Keith turned around several times, Zhao Chuanxin gave her a wink, and Xiaoxiao ignored her.

What's the point of having a game like this? What's the taste?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to harm the bottom of the clear soup pot, Li Shutong quickly stopped him: "This is done slowly, slowly."

"If you eat like this..."

Then you should know that after I defeated all the invincible opponents in the world, I embarked on the road of convincing people with reason.

They successfully evacuated the scene before things broke out.

"Right, if it weren't for the talent being ignored, there might be one more famous painter and one less wealthy businessman today!"

I don’t know whether to spray a mouthful of old blood or not!

Even Li Shutong himself didn't notice that when he was with Zhao Chuanxin, all the sadness in his heart disappeared.

In the New Culture Movement, the only person who dared to describe himself as "talented" was Li Shutong.

Slapping the table suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin said: "There's no such thing, and there's no that one either. Then why should we open a hot pot restaurant?"

These are all great things.

Uncle Li spurted out a mouthful of sake.

The waiter standing nearby waiting to take the order timidly asked: "Excuse me, are you dissatisfied with anything?"

Slow down, you can't even catch the dregs! "

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhao easily let him break his guard.

A person who licks a dog's saddle and provides services before and after the horse may be ungrateful, but you will take it as a matter of course.

Zhao Chuanxin was dipped in the sauce, and the mustard was pungent: "Oh, I'm choking to death!"

Went into a restaurant.

Just as Li Shutong stretched out his chopsticks, he saw an afterimage of the chopsticks flying past. The chopsticks stirred up the food flexibly, and the three pieces of beef he had just eaten disappeared.

The man was surprised: "Are you Mr. Zhao?"

He chuckled: "Brother, I heard that when you were a child, you liked to wear a sheet and pretend to be a monk?

Me too, when I was little I swore under a floral quilt that I would become a hero! "

Zhao Chuanxin smiled disdainfully.

As long as he leaves the country, Zhao Chuanxin will become a demon king, and he will make waves even if there is no wind.

"..."

He found that what he said was quite impressive, but Li Shutong translated in a gentle voice, which made him quite dissatisfied.

At the same time, I also became a little curious about Lugang Town.

The man seemed to have his pleasantries choked in his throat, and he staggered.

Are you allowed to praise yourself, both positive and negative?

Who are these people?

I couldn't tell whether it was because I felt embarrassed or because I was afraid of getting into trouble.

"I won't sell it. This painting is going to be given to the Japanese you mentioned."

Facing the sea breeze and the warm afternoon sun, Zhao Chuanxin's paintings are leisurely and leisurely. From time to time, passengers passing by will stop curiously and then praise them.

"Is that possible?" Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "I heard that you are very talented, brother?

This, like me! "

Zhao Chuanxin pulled him: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? The wind is blowing hard!"

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and looked at that ugly long-haired dog. Is that it?

In the United States, he went crazy!

Li Shutong didn't refuse and said, "Beef hotpot is now popular in Japan."

Zhao Chuanxin was unrestrained and lazy, while Li Shutong was restrained and serious.

Japan invaded China, and no Japanese was innocent!

So I don’t think Mr. Zhao is the kind of unreasonable person. "

Li Shutong was from all over the world, so he was well-informed.

Li Shutong translated, and Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the petite Japanese waitress and said, "Forget it, let her put in two pots and I'll add them myself."

Is it still a good idea to come to Japan?

You just need to get used to it. In our town of Lugang, everyone grabs the hot pot.

Social Awesomeness is no joke.

It would be quite interesting to get along with someone like Zhao Chuanxin calmly.

Pulling out the ruthless ones like Zhao Chuanxin made Zena Keith full of resentment.

"I'm Zhao Chuanxin, let's go."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Chuanxin saw the pot coming up, picked up his chopsticks and said: "Your suggestion is very good, don't suggest it next time.

"My white-skinned little pig friends, I didn't mean to do this to you, it was just a mistake, haha."

He is really serious: when he is a young master, he behaves like a rich man and a second generation. When I started delving into art, I concentrated on it. After escaping into Buddhism, he tried his best to study Buddhism.