My four beautiful sisters

Chapter 472: A Spectator Who Cooks Rice!

Chen Bufan sighed, "I didn't want to cause trouble at first, it's good to be a handsome man quietly, who would have thought that he would come to him."

After that, Chen Bufan's eyes flashed brightly, and killing intent arose everywhere.

"what!"

"oops!"

"Forehead!"

"Pfft!"

It is too easy to solve a few small garbage.

Drizzle, sprinkle water.

The opponent with the highest strength is the grand master, and there is only one.

But such a lineup is enough to deal with a grandson of the Hu family.

Not everyone is Chen Bufan with such talent and strength.

Even if it is a big family, or even a hermit family, how many young people who are about the same age as Chen Bufan can reach the level of a grand master?

Without epics, there are only a handful of great masters, and there are only a handful of them.

You must know that Chen Bufan seemed to be the little master before he went down the mountain.

In nearly half a year, we have made rapid progress and made great strides.

Sure enough, experience is king.

Of course, the foundation is more important!

Over the past 18 years, Master Shifu has laid a solid foundation for Chen Bufan.

Without a solid foundation, Chen Bufan would not have grown like this.

Just like building a building without a solid foundation, the higher the floor, the easier it is to collapse.

When the moment of collapse comes, it will be too late to say anything.

That's too late!

Every step of Chen Bufan was calculated by the three mistresses.

How old to go down the mountain, what level of cultivation can be self-reliant, and how to go next.

Even after transcending the secular world, there is a more detailed arrangement.

Chen Bufan got rid of a few people and returned to the hotel.

Take a bath and sleep, have a good dream.

When he woke up the next day, Chen Bufan went to check out the room.

I went to a breakfast shop and bought two deep-fried dough sticks, a meat pie, a bowl of bean curd, and two tea eggs.

Simple and appetizing.

In fact, this kind of breakfast is the most comfortable, without having to fix those fancy things.

Eloquence is the most important thing.

After dinner, Chen Bufan took a stroll in Liaodu.

The birthday banquet doesn't officially start until twelve o'clock, why go so early?

Besides, I can't get in by myself.

Only by taking advantage of the chaos can there be opportunities.

Liaodu is not even considered a first-tier city, and there is still a lot of room for improvement in the development of the Northeast. Compared with some southern cities, the gap is not small.

But the people here are simple, kind, and hospitable. Although the folk customs are tough, they definitely don't involve the good or bad of human nature.

With a bigger temper and a louder voice, most people are very honest.

The price is also very grounded.

Not a compliment, but really pleasing.

If you haven't been to the Northeast, you can go and play.

Chen Bufan stopped and went, went around, and called a taxi to return at about eleven o'clock.

It took more than half an hour to arrive in front of Chi's house.

This place is already full of traffic, overcrowded, and very lively.

As the leader of the Northern Alliance, the Chi family wanted status and identity, and they were real giants.

When the old man celebrates his birthday, no matter how many people have to give him face.

Regardless of the business world, or the ancient martial arts world, local or foreign, even those in the gray area of ​​Liaodu, who can't make it to the big stage, will take this opportunity to celebrate the old man's birthday.

It can be said that fish and dragons are mixed, and there are all kinds of people.

Wave after wave of people, one after another.

Chen Bufan unknowingly followed a team and sneaked into Chi's house.

The Chi family is so big, beyond imagination, much bigger than any other family in the capital, including the Chen family.

Chen Bufan had the feeling that Grandma Liu had entered the Grand View Garden.

The Northeast region has a large area and rich resources. Even for ordinary people, there are still quite large and enviable courtyards in the countryside.

Not to mention the Chi family as the first family.

Because the team Chen Bufan followed was too poor, he was assigned to an outside table.

Can't even get into the house.

Right under the sun.

Fortunately, the season is not hot now, otherwise we will suffer.

Sitting on the stool, Chen Bufan waited quietly.

There are melon seeds, fruit plates, snacks, tea and the like on the table for guests to eat at will.

Chen Bufan picked up a watermelon and decided to be a real melon-eating audience.

According to a rough estimate, at least a thousand people came.

Or say less.

At twelve noon, the old man of the Chi family officially showed up.

Wearing a black and red Tang suit, he looked a little bad looking, his hair was bald and shiny, and he was pushed out in a wheelchair.

A pair of eyes are very energetic, not less sharp than when they were young.

Chen Bufan, as a direct disciple of the Sage of Medicine and Martial Arts, could tell at a glance that old man Chi was exhausted and his life was not long, he had at most one year to live.

It's just that he has been here for so long, and he hasn't seen his eldest son, Chi Chengfeng.

I don't know who it is and what it looks like.

Chen Bufan, who is currently the actual controller of the Chi family, wants to meet him.

"The old man is really energetic today, and he is in high spirits. He will surely live a long life."

Talking nonsense with eyes open, first-class licking skills, and profound knowledge.

Everyone knows that the old man has a chronic illness that cannot be cured. Even if he is in good spirits, he can say some auspicious words to please him.

It is directly a hundred years old.

He has just celebrated his 30th birthday, and he is [-] years away from his [-]th birthday. Who can believe this?

"That's right, the old man has gone through many trials and hardships, and he has never seen anything in his life. Lord Yan is afraid of him."

On this occasion, is it appropriate to mention Lord Yama?

Is it suitable?

Shouting, yelling, these people are not really members of the big family.

There may be some achievements in a certain field, but it is by no means a top figure.

"Old man, I wish you good luck like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan. The Song family in the capital of Liao Dynasty specially brought congratulatory gifts to celebrate your birthday. I hope the old man will accept it with a smile."

A fat middle-aged man said with a smile.

Old Master Chi raised his hand slowly, unhurriedly, as if a little out of breath.

"Everyone can come to join us, it's to give me face as an old guy. Today's birthday banquet will not accept gifts, just to meet and talk with everyone, and have a lively time together."

"Old man, everyone has come here with presents, and it is also our filial piety, so please accept it."

"No, what I have decided will not be changed easily, please take a seat."

Mr. Chi still insisted.

A woman smiled, "The little girl spends all the time wishing the old man good health, all the best, good food, and hard work every day."

A woman opened her mouth so hard, why does it feel like she is molesting a dying old Bidden?

An old biden who can only watch but not eat.

Cruel.

A person who is about to die, unable to stand up, and one who is paralyzed, can also be called a waste.

Is it appropriate for you to bless you like this?

"Hahaha."

The crowd laughed.

I didn't make fun of anyone, I just thought the woman's words were interesting.

"As a junior, let me also say a few words."

A person said blessings in his mouth, and his ears were almost worn out.

The key is those few sentences, going back and forth.

No idea.

Feeling bored, Chen Bufan murmured in his heart: Why haven't the food been served yet, the young master is waiting for the table.

It's best not to make trouble now, wait for the food to come, and the wine to go with it, and then make troubles, the young master can watch you fight while eating meat and drinking.

As for who wins and loses, I don't care.

I'm just a spectator, a spectator who cooks.