My protagonist attributes have been discovered

After standing on the bank for a while, Boss Ying took him two steps to the right and entered an antique restaurant by the river bank. Since Song Yangle saw a few familiar faces as soon as he entered the door, combined with the fine layout of the surrounding , he guessed that this should be a relatively expensive private restaurant.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, Gui Xiaoer, with a towel on his shoulders and a capable bunt, floated over with two menus without touching his feet. He naturally took Song Yangle's backpack and hung it on his arm, with a smile on his face. She is likable, and asked in a brisk and lively tone:

"Welcome, welcome! Happy Dragon Boat Festival, Mr. Yinglong! Happy Dragon Boat Festival, my little brother! The two of you stepping here really make the shop flourish! Is it the first floor or the second floor, the private seats or the private seats?"

Boss Ying: "Scattered seats are facing the windows on the second floor."

"okay!"

The waiter who got the order was attentive and straightforward, while turning sideways to lead them to the second floor, he smiled and talked to them with a smile:

"Oh, Mr. Ying Long, you haven't stepped into our Hades for thousands of years. Our boss was still talking about this morning that he was too busy today to go to the Dragon Sacrifice, and he just wanted to get closer while watching the dragon boat. As for Dragon Qi, how could luck be so good that you come in person yourself, my lord! Let him know later, he might be so happy——Hey little brother, be careful where you step!...Hey! Good! "

Ying Long stabilized Song Yangle, who was so engrossed that he nearly stepped on the stairs, and continued to follow Xiao Er, asking, "Is your boss still that weasel?"

"Isn't it!" Xiaoer laughed and led them into the second floor: "Our boss admires you! Although we haven't expected you to come for thousands of years, it still tells us that you lived in Wangchuan thousands of years ago. The grand dragon festival presided over by the palace... this way please!"

Boss Ying and Song Yangle followed Xiaoer's instructions and sat down at a clean table by the window that had been wiped countless times. The latter put two menus on the table with a smile, and said, "Then you two Please sit down first, and the younger ones will pour you a cup of hot tea to warm up!" After speaking, with Ying Long's permission, he floated away with his backpack.

"..." Song Yangle held the zongzi, staring at Xiao Er's back for a long time with a blank face.

"What's wrong?" Asked Boss Ying who noticed his gaze.

"I'm thinking," Song Yangle turned to him, with a slightly skeptical expression on his face, and a deep tone: "Apart from Taifeng, are sister Tu and I really going with him..."

This comparison is too cruel.He thought to himself, self-consciously ashamed.

"..." Boss Ying was silent for a while, and said to him, "Don't compare yourself with him..."

"?!" The semi-autistic Song Yang Le opened his eyes wide and was surprised: Could it be that the boss wants to...

"...You make such a comparison, I also feel that I have made a mistake in hiring you." Before he finished thinking, Boss Ying said the second half of the sentence with a calm expression and a lazy voice.

Song Yangle: "..." Heh.

——#OnMyBossDailyDoesn’t Be a Dragon Series#

……

The waiter came back very quickly. Song Yangle had not entered the full self-closing mode for a few seconds, and two cups of steaming rice tea were on the table. He also thoughtfully brought a tray for Song Yangle to put rice dumplings on. He had to answer the boss's order to come back after two hours. , said very winkingly, "If you have something to do, you can directly order it." Then he exited neatly.

It's just a real little clever ghost.After Song Yangle lay on the table and thought about it, he became more autistic and more... lemony.

Glancing imperceptibly at the opposite side from the arm that was covering his face, he thought lemonly: It's so smooth to praise others...

"Aren't you going to eat the zongzi?" Ying Long looked at the two zongzi on the tray and asked lazily, as if he didn't feel the gloomy eyes of his own children.

"...Yes." Song Yangle answered in a muffled voice, straightened up, reached out to pick up the rice dumpling wrapped with red|color|silk thread, and was surprised to find that the rice dumpling didn't get warm at all!

Although the incubator of Shanhai Hotel and Hexu's pastry box also have this effect, it is very magical to use this spell on just two rice dumplings...

He subconsciously wanted to share this discovery with Ying Long, but when he raised his head, he saw that the other party had already taken another rice dumpling, peeled half of the rice dumpling leaves, and the glutinous rice balls with red dates on the top of the rice dumpling were still steaming hot white steam.

Song Yangle: "..." That's right, there's nothing to be surprised about, since they both paid for two, how could Boss Ying just watch others eat?

"What are you looking at me for?" Sensing his gaze, Boss Ying held the rice dumpling with one hand and pulled the last red thread on the rice dumpling leaf with the other, glanced at the rice dumpling in his hand, and looked back at him: "Don't you want to eat it? "

"……eat."

After Song Yangle finished answering, he silently lowered his head and untied the crystal red silk thread on the rice dumpling. Guessing that the heat of the rice dumpling was probably maintained by this thread, he took the thread to take a closer look after untying it; but as soon as the rice dumpling was untied...

"...?!"

Song Yangle stared at his empty left hand, was stunned, then looked at the table, looked at the ground, looked at the table, and looked at the ground——

"...Pfft ha ha ha ha!"

Before he could look around again, a burst of suffocated laughter came from the front, and then the familiar voice kept laughing:

"Hahaha don't look for it hahaha disappeared hahaha that's the red thread of couple rice dumpling hahahahahahahahahahaha...!"

“………………!!!”

Even ignoring who the "person" was laughing at, Song Yangle immediately raised his head to look at Boss Ying at the opposite table, only to see a faint smile in the other's dark and shining eyes who also didn't have another red line in his hand, he:"……"

A second before the ears twitched to the turbulent heat, Song Yangle was in a trance:

——Boss Ying, so you are so good at playing? !

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Boss Ying: Yes.