Hongyan was eating to her heart's content and launched a brutal attack on her fiftieth sesame seed cake. Her stomach, which had been hungry for hundreds of millions of years, finally began to feel something, which made Hongyan burst into tears.

"Oh my god! Why are you still crying?"

"Hey, it's said to be so delicious that you'll cry, isn't it? I'll have to try it tomorrow too..."

"Come on, I think I can hold on. Look, I'm already sixty..."

"What are you talking about? But why do I feel like she hasn't had enough fun yet?"

The cheers from the onlookers gradually faded away, replaced by a burst of discussion.

In fact, when Hongyan ate her fortieth meal, everyone was shocked. By the time she reached her fiftieth meal, they were already a little worried. Who can a normal person eat so many palm-sized sesame cakes?

"Haha, old man, business is good..."

The restaurant manager, led by several warriors with spiritual master strength, slowly walked to the stall, glanced at Hongyan with contempt, and then turned his attention to the old man who was still enjoying himself.

"Hey, hey, hey! You always set up a stall in front of our restaurant, which affects the mood of our customers. How many times have I told you? Why are you still stubborn? Do you have to do something about it?"

Seeing that there was no response to his words, the steward patted the stall angrily. The old man finally came to his senses. He stopped his hand and looked at the steward with a troubled face and a look of horror in his eyes. Everyone else who was watching was deeply moved.

Knowing the background of this restaurant manager, they all went crazy.

"Huh? No more?"

Hongyan stuffed the last half of the cake into her mouth, stretched out her hand and touched it directly. She raised her head and asked the old man angrily. She saw the old man kneeling on the ground shaking like chaff, and kept

He kowtowed to the steward, holding an uncut sesame seed cake in his hand.

"Sir, have mercy on me. This little old man is just trying to make a living and have a meal, and he is already a hundred steps away from the restaurant..." The first time the old man saw the steward, he immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, kowtowing.

garlic.

"Everyone gets rich, right? You make a living, and I'll open my restaurant. It doesn't hurt the water in the well, but you are so noisy, how can I keep my restaurant open? You think so, right? You're welcome.

They are all respectable and noble people, if we make a noise, can you and I afford it?" The steward knelt down, looked at the old man with a sneer, and said with great disdain.

"Yes, yes!" The old man nodded, not daring to say a word. He tilted his head slightly and winked at Hongyan, meaning to tell Hongyan to leave quickly.

"Humph, it's not that I'm embarrassing you. I've told you many times! Don't come here to set up a stall, don't come here to set up a stall! But why don't you just refuse to listen?" The steward snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and said

The old man patted his wrinkled face.

"I...I..." The old man was filled with rage. He was about to get angry, but he thought of the power behind the steward and held it back.

"You said you're not young anymore. Don't say I bullied you. What did you say last time?" Seeing that the old man was speechless, the manager's arrogance became even more arrogant.

"Three...thirty gold coins...but...thirty gold coins are ordinary people like us who can't get twenty gold coins in our lifetime. Even if you buy me, you won't get so much money...What's more,

I'm quite far away this time..." the old man quickly defended.

"Isn't your business going very well just now..." As he said that, the steward's eyes glanced back and forth at Hongyan's graceful figure, and a ball of evil fire inexplicably arose in his heart.

"Sir! I want to ask you something. This doll has nothing to do with the little old man. Please forgive me. Thirty gold coins...I'll give it!"

Before he finished speaking, the old man seemed to be discouraged and paralyzed on the ground. Normally, he would have just given the steward a good beating, but today he looked at the red man who was like a confidant.

Yan, from the bottom of his heart, the old man still couldn't bear to send Hong Yan into that tiger's mouth.

"What a pity... If only you had said this earlier..."

With that said, the steward stepped forward and reached out to pat Hongyan on the shoulder. Seeing this, the old man rushed over and directly pushed the steward's hand away, blocking the gap between Hongyan and the steward.

"Old man! You are looking for death!"

"Little doll, go quickly!"

"You dare to touch our stewardship, old man, are you tired of living?"

Seeing that the old man was standing in the middle for no reason, and even pushed the steward, the few warriors behind the steward could no longer stand, and eagerly walked towards the old man.

When the old man saw this, he felt a little scared. After all, he was just an old man with loess buried up to his neck and no spiritual power at all. However, he still stood firmly in front of Hong Yan, who was "unable to restrain a chicken", with red eyes.

, glaring angrily at the steward and the few warriors.

"Fuck me!"

The steward pointed casually. After all, he was an ordinary person without spiritual power. He felt so shameless after being pushed in front of his subordinates just now, and his eyes were full of resentment towards the old man.

Several warriors slowly gathered around. For the old man, the oncoming pressure was very strong. Just when the old man was ready to lay his body in the street, he looked back and saw Hong Yan sucking her hands with unfulfilled intentions.

The old man's eyes were almost popping out of shock due to the crumbs of sesame cakes stuck on it.

"Hey hey hey... I caught that girl, let's relax!"

"okay……"

Unlike the old man, when the manager saw Hongyan's appearance, he laughed evilly three times and was already thinking about what he should do to Hongyan tonight.

"If you want to touch her, kill me first!" the old man shouted angrily with red eyes.

"OK!"

The spiritual power in the bodies of several warriors exploded. Hu Soubi and Hassan's veins popped out, and he swung the old man with all his strength. The old man closed his eyes and prepared to die generously. The steward got up and walked towards Hongyan with a confident look on his face.

"Um?"

Just as the steward thought, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The old man who originally thought he would die from the fist was actually still standing alive, and all the warriors he brought with him disappeared.

"Hmm... hmm?"

The steward didn't come back to his senses for a while. When he looked again, the evil fire in his heart disappeared instantly. He saw Hongyan looking at him as if she were a fool, and felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"I heard... you want me to help you relax?" Hongyan put her hand on the steward's shoulder, looked at the steward and asked softly.

"Well……"

The steward didn't know what to say for a moment and took a step back unconsciously. Suddenly he felt a warmth coming from his step back, but he still looked straight at Hong Yan and did not dare to move.

Hongyan also noticed that there was a sudden odor, and glanced at the steward with disgust and disdain. She quickly retracted her hand, took a piece of fine silk from the stall next to her, wiped it hard, and wiped it with her kick.
Chapter completed!