"McKay … Si … What?" The manager in his thirties looked confused and his head was covered in dew.
Were these two workers in camouflage uniforms speaking in their native language? Their bodies were covered in mud and water?
Zheng Ren and Su Yun were already in a half-asleep state, but when they heard the manager's nonsense, they almost instinctively nagged at the same time.
Hearing that Su Yun was also talking, Zheng Ren immediately shut his mouth and began to doze off, enjoying the comfort of the 44 ° C water temperature.
"Sir, I'm just too tired and don't want to talk to you, but you shouldn't be talking nonsense like this," Su Yun turned his head at an angle, closed his eyes, and said.
"Nonsense? Touch your waist yourself. There are really two pits. Your kidney deficiency is already very serious, and you need to regulate your meridians. "The manager's expression was a little awkward, but he still tried to explain.
"That's the waist pit. In local anatomy, it's also called the McKays Caltrops." Su Yun closed his eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "It's the two concave pits on the back of the waist. It's the two sides of the connection between the sacrum and the lumbar vertebrae of the buttocks. It's also called Venus's dimples and holy pits. It's one of the body symbols of models. "
"…" The manager's face was full of disbelief.
"If you want to sell a card, I don't care," Su Yun said. "But there has to be something that can be taken out, right? For example, the acupuncture points are better, the strength is greater, and the subjective is not to be fooled. It's very strenuous for me. Ordinary strength is like a touch on my body. "
"…"
"There's nothing. You want me to get a card? Why? Because of the kidney deficiency? "The smile on Su Yun's mouth became wider." Please, you have to be more professional when you're lying. Your way of saying it is already outdated. You have to know how to keep up with the times, or else … "
As he spoke, a slight snore sounded.
This guy was already asleep.
The manager's face was flushed red. He could not say a word as he turned around and left.
The technician who was massaging Su Yun was young. When she looked at Su Yun, her face was already red. However, her blush and the manager's blush were two different concepts. The kind that was slightly shy.
"Brother, there are a few kinds of essential oils …" The technician still had a trace of rationality and was still promoting.
"He's asleep. Just use the normal free one," Zheng Ren said with his eyes closed.
Seriously …
The little technician was a little unhappy, but when she saw Su Yun being killed by the Side Face Kill, then revived, then killed again, hovering between life and death. A few seconds later, she stared blankly at Su Yun and felt that it was okay to earn less money.
"Use more strength. Don't use your hands. Use your elbow joints," Su Yun said in a daze.
Zheng Ren smiled and soon fell asleep.
An hour passed just like that. When Zheng Ren was woken up, Su Yun had already put on his clothes. He yawned and said, "Boss, do you want to eat something?"
"Are you hungry?" Zheng Ren was not interested in eating. He had just eaten porridge, so he did not want to eat anymore.
"Boss, can you have some normal human instincts?" Su Yun said. "It would be strange if I could eat my fill just by eating porridge. I'm hungry again."
"I saw a barbecue stall on the side of the road. I'll walk back later and order ten skewers when I pass by."
"Ten. Are you feeding the rabbits?"
"Rabbits don't eat cooked meat."
As the two of them chatted seriously, Su Yun went to the front desk to scan the code, pay the bill, and leave.
After a few greeters in the front hall watched the two of them leave, they gathered together and chattered.
"That young man is really good-looking."
"He knows a lot. Manager Fan went in and was immediately scolded out."
"But he doesn't look like he's very rich."
"What do you know? Rich people drive good cars? They all wear famous brands? You don't understand the temper of some rich people. "
…
Zheng Ren and Su Yun walked on the way home. The neon lights were flashing, and the lights were bright. It was a scene of singing and dancing.
The momentary behavior and perception made Zheng Ren a little absent-minded.
He tried to open his eyes and look at the road. If he was not seriously injured at the frontline and accidentally broke his leg when he returned to the Imperial Capital, Department Chief Kong would award him a third-class merit. He would probably be laughed at for the rest of his life.
As he walked past a barbecue stall, Zheng Ren asked, "Hey, what skewers do you want?"
"Mutton. No cumin, less chili," Su Yun said.
Business was booming at the barbecue stall. Several small tables were crowded with people waiting in line.
Zheng Ren felt tired just looking at it. It would take at least ten to twenty minutes for the skewers to be ready.
Right now, he just wanted to go home and sleep in his bed.
"Sir, your sausage is ready!" the barbecue stall owner shouted.
A man who was squatting by the roadside and smoking stood up, walked to the barbecue stall, and took the sausage with a cigarette in his mouth.
As he turned, his eyes met Zheng Ren's.
"Are you … Chief Zheng?" The man was a little surprised and did not dare to recognize him.
According to the massage parlor manager, he was wearing camouflage clothes and the muddy water was still wet. One look and it was obvious that he had come from a construction site.
No matter how ordinary the clothes were, the man would recognize him without hesitation. His face was full of enthusiasm and distance.
However, this outfit … Song Ying did not dare to recognize him.
"Uh …" Zheng Ren hesitated and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, a little confused.
Not a little, but a lot.
Who was this? Did he know him? He called him Chief Zheng. Was he from Sea City?
Zheng Ren's mind raced. In just a moment, he saw the sausage in the man's hand.
East Shitiao, Tang Song Restaurant, Song Ying, parathyroid dysfunction.
A few keywords instantly appeared in Zheng Ren's mind.
He looked like a duck walking and limping. Why was he still eating sausages?
"Hello, Manager Song." Zheng Ren tried his best to squeeze a smile and stretched out his hand with all the strength in his body.
"Chief Zheng, I thought you were forgetful and forgot about me." Song Ying laughed heartily and stretched out his hand, shaking Zheng Ren's hand warmly and reservedly. Su Yun was a little surprised.
Su Yun was a little surprised. How did this guy with face blindness recognize him?
Had his seven orifices been opened after going to the frontline?
"Did you perform the surgery?" Zheng Ren asked.
"Yes, I took some medicine after the surgery. As you said, I recovered very quickly," Song Ying said.
"Does the sausage bring you good luck?" Zheng Ren did not annoyingly say to eat as few sausages as possible. Instead, he talked about luck.
"It's the same as before." Song Ying smiled and said, "But I've gotten used to it after so many years. The frequency and amount of food I eat have decreased a lot. I also asked the relevant doctors and they said it won't be a problem if I eat less. "
Zheng Ren thought so too. Song Ying did not have any disease diagnosis in the System panel.
It seemed that he was completely recovered.
"Chief Zheng, what are you …" Song Ying asked curiously when he saw Zheng Ren's attire. His assistant was also wearing the same attire.
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