[MTL] The Fake Young Master Just Wants To Go Bankrupt

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"What?

What dirty shoes?" Wang Tie stood at the door and scratched his head.

Zhang Yufeng picked up his shoes and found that the shoes had been brushed off by Wang Tie.

Wang Tie saw that the young man was holding his shoes without saying a voice, and Zhang Yufeng's red hair and huge earrings on his earlobes sounded. He thought that people in the city probably liked this.

So Wang Tie kindly helped him figure it out: "If you go to the field to take medicine today, or you can step on the mud in your clothes, and you can get what you want."

Can it be the same?

It doesn't matter if you brush this shoe, it will wipe out the value of the shoes!

The meaning seems to remind Zhang Yufeng not to break the character in front of the camera. They will all be broadcast.

Zhang Yufeng stopped talking. He sat on a low stool on one side and put on his shoes. Now the dirty shoes are like any pair of ordinary small white shoes, no longer fashionable.

Wang Tie didn't notice the undercurrent surging here at all, and felt that he had done a good thing. He hummed and turned around and walked into the kitchen to bry breakfast.

Zhang Yufeng and Wang Tie's family's food is not half a star better than Shen Mingchi's. At least there were steamed buns on the table, and Wang Tie brought a plate of fried bean curd and two bowls of porridge.

Zhang Yufeng picked up his chopsticks and pinched some stir-fried bean sprouts and put them in his mouth, "poof"

"Uncle, why is this bean curd so sweet?!"

Wang Tie was stunned: "Ah?

I'll have a taste."

He took his chopsticks and tasted it a little. He laughed and said, "It's really sweet. I accidentally treated sugar as salt."

"Sugar and salt look different, don't they?" Zhang Yufeng's head is full of black lines.

Wang Tie scratched his head and was a little embarrassed: "I forgot what the salt looks like. I only remember that it was white."

Zhang Yufeng "Do you believe me?

Zhang Yufeng had to break the steamed bun and soak it in porridge and start eating it tastelessly.

Wang Tie saw that Zhang Yufeng had pinched it once and never pinched it again, so he brought the fried bean sprouts in front of him and ate them one by one.

Zhang Yufeng found that Wang Tie was a chiet. Maybe there was no one to talk to him at home for a long time. It was hard for someone to come, and Wang Tie was going to finish everything.

"My wife likes my stir-fried bean curd the most. Add some meat and stir-fry it together. She can eat two steamed buns alone." Wang Tie recalled while eating.

Zhang Yufeng knew that Wang Tie's wife had passed away for many years.

He didn't need to talk to him at all. Wang Tie could say it alone. For example, when he passed by the old tree in the yard, he said that it was planted when he and his wife got married. When he saw the ash on the table, he took a rag and wiped it clean quickly, saying that his wife was the most like to see the dust.

Although Zhang Yufeng has never seen Wang Tie's wife, he was forced to know what she likes and dislikes.

Wang Tie brought the medicine box from the corner of the yard. This thing was to be carried on his back. Wang Tie first carried Zhang Yufeng on his back, and then on his own.