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Chapter 907 Where did the steamed buns come from?

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    Spring is here, the earth rejuvenates, the grass grows and warblers fly, and the pear and peach trees on both sides of the street are competing to bloom.

    Looking at it at a glance, it is full of bright purples and reds, bright flowers and willows, and it is full of spring.

    Su Qishao was wearing a pure white brocade robe with red gold trim and a scarlet jade belt around his waist, and was walking aimlessly on the street.

    As he walked, he admired his new pair of boots.

    This pair of boots is called Gold Silk Flowing Cloud Boots. As the name suggests, the boots are embroidered with auspicious clouds and other patterns with gold thread. They look extremely exquisite and luxurious. He bought them in the store for three thousand taels of silver.

    After buying new boots, of course he wants to go out for a walk, try these boots to see if he can walk well¡ªin fact, he wants to show off.

    Suddenly, his foot accidentally kicked a hard object.

    "Damn it! It hurts!" Su Qishao howled in pain, looked down and found that he had kicked a steamed bun!

    He raised his foot again and looked, my God!

    The front of his boots was kicked open, exposing his five crystal clear and round toes. He moved his toes in disbelief and looked at the steamed buns on the ground.

    Who made the steamed buns of his father, why are they so hard?  Kicked his boots out!

    "I'll go!" When he remembered that his beautiful boots were kicked, he changed his foot angrily, and kicked the steamed bun hard, sending the steamed bun flying far away, and he didn't know where it went  , only heard the sound of a wall collapsing not far away.

    Su Qishao looked down again, good guy, his other boot was also kicked to pieces!

    He was so angry that his face turned black. He really didn't know whether it was the bad quality of the boots, or the steamed buns were too hard, even harder than a rock.

    Who is this steamed bun made by killing thousands of knives?

    This cooking skill is too bad!

    If it is a man, this kind of person cannot marry a wife.

    If it is a woman, she will not be able to marry for life!

    In the red building far away, Xiaodie who was combing girls' hair suddenly sneezed heavily.

    Who is scolding her?-

    Behind the earthen wall not far away, a peddler was making steamed buns and selling steamed buns at the same time.

    Two passers-by took a bite of his steamed bun and said angrily, "What kind of steamed bun is this? Why is it dry and hard? Harder than a rock!"

    "It's too disgusting. You dare to sell it on the street with this craftsmanship. I won't eat it, so I will refund the money!" After a customer finished speaking, he suddenly threw the steamed bun in his hand, and threw it at the seller in disgust.  Steamed bun vendor.

    At this moment, there was a "boom", and everyone looked up, only to see a dusty object smashing into an earth wall, smashing a hole in the earth wall, and the earth wall fell down in response.  The dusty thing, also because of inertia, slammed towards the hawker's stall!

    There was another "bang", and the hawker's stall was smashed.

    "What is this?" The peddler yelled anxiously, and the three of them hurried forward to have a look. After seeing the things on the ground, they were shocked, "This is actually a steamed bun! Can a steamed bun break a wall?"

    Seeing this, the guest stepped on the steamed bun, and the pain caused him to hug his foot and spin around in a golden rooster independent posture.

    "Damn, this steamed bun is too hard, harder than the earth! Boss, I blamed you wrong!" After the guest finished speaking, there were two lasagna tears on his face.

    He bent down, carefully picked up the steamed bun he just threw, held it in his hand with great cherishment, and sighed softly, "Boss, I'm sorry, I blamed you wrong just now, so I don't need to refund the money. Your steamed bun is so good.  Very good, unparalleled in the world, with excellent color and taste, and endless aftertaste." (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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