Bringing my kids to set up stalls, I made thousands of people cry with envy

Chapter 473: Should I eat or practice Wing Chun?

As the saying goes, amateurs watch the fun, and experts watch the doorway.

Mao Yiheng's father has been engaged in the lock-picking industry for many years. With his rich professional experience, he was able to quickly and accurately judge the level of Su Chen's lock-picking skills just by watching this short few seconds of video.

"In our time, you had to kowtow to your master respectfully and serve him like your own father before he would pass on the craft to you."

The more he thought about it, the more shocked he was, and he quickly sent another message to his son.

"When I was learning from my master, he kept everything to himself. I had to rely on my own learning and understanding to learn many key techniques. This guy now has a lot of skills, and it's obvious that he has a solid foundation. He's not simple!"

Mao Yiheng couldn't help but gasp after reading the news from his father.

He originally thought that he had overestimated the person in the video. After all, he grew up in a lock shop and had seen a lot of lock-picking techniques through osmosis.

But he didn't expect that in the eyes of an expert like his father, the skills of the man in the video were so amazing, far beyond his imagination, and he was almost crowned the "King of Locking".

"As for that?"

Mao Yiheng muttered, typing quickly: "Dad, did you make a mistake? This video is only a few seconds long."

As soon as the message was sent, I was bombarded with messages from my father.

"Bullshit! I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice! This technique, this angle, this strength..."

While Mao Yiheng was still surprised, a message from his father popped up on his mobile phone screen again.

"By the way, why are you watching lock-picking videos all of a sudden? What's the matter? Are you fired from your job and want to come back and inherit my lock shop?"

“Ahem.” Mao Yiheng almost choked to death on his own saliva and quickly replied, “I just saw it casually!”

After sending the message, he suddenly had an idea, smiled mischievously, and typed hurriedly again.

"Dad, guess what this guy does for a living?"

After a while, Mao Yiheng's father sent a voice message directly.

When I clicked on the voice, a loud and slightly irritable voice came out.

"Are you stupid at work? Isn't this guy just a locksmith? What else could he do?"

Mao Yiheng held back his laughter and deliberately stayed silent for a minute before typing slowly.

"Wrong!!! Dad, you are totally wrong! A cook who can't open a lock is not a good driver. Let me tell you, this guy is a cook who specializes in cooking for people at their doorsteps."

After sending the message, he stared at his phone, imagining his father's expression at the moment.

Then the phone was silent for a full minute.

Oh, that's weird.
Mao Yiheng scratched his head. His father was usually a "war god" who responded within seconds, but now he was silent? Could it be that he was so stimulated that he doubted his life?
Finally, there was a "ding" sound.

My dad sent me a voice message. When I opened it, the voice was out of pitch.

"Go away, little brat! Go play ball. Why are you making fun of your dad for no reason?"

Mao Yiheng finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and was about to tease his father again when his cell phone rang again.

The other party's tone was filled with deep suspicion: "Wait. Could it be that some expert 'came out' and became a cook to attract attention..."

"Hey"

In the dialog box, the old man sighed, and his tone suddenly became solemn.

"This gap is too big. What a pity! Such a good craft. What a pity..."

Mao Yiheng: ...

Dad, are you thinking too much?

What's going in and coming out? It sounds like someone is learning how to operate a sewing machine.

He was just about to complain about his frivolous father when his cell phone started vibrating wildly.

More than a dozen voice messages popped up in succession. When I clicked on the first one, I heard my dad’s voice breaking with excitement.

"Okay, you just said that this master is a home cook?"

"Quick! Contact this master for Dad! I want to place an order! Ask him to come to our shop and cook..."

"..."

Mao Yiheng didn't have the patience to listen to the following voice message. He replied with a smile. "Dad, calm down. How can we cook in a small shop like ours? Do we need people to stand in front of a small stove and fry it?"

Dad began to feel disappointed with me.

"Calm down shit!"

"What do you know? This is called saving the country from a roundabout way! Wait for me to clean up and let the master cook a meal first. Then I will ask him for advice on how to open the lock. This is called strategy!"

"What if the master sees that I am an old man with a high level of understanding in lock picking and is happy to accept me as his apprentice?"

Seeing this, Mao Yiheng put his hand on his forehead and typed very quickly.

"No??? Dad, I'm a real cook."

next second.

Dad was so anxious that he kept stamping his feet in the voice chat.

"Stop talking like that, little brat! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

"You must find out everything for me right now, right now, and help me get this master here!"

"If you can't do this, don't even think about entering the house tonight!"

Mao Yiheng stared at the phone screen, the corners of his mouth twitching.

My goodness, it is reasonable to suspect that my dad has seen too much of the Dragon King's Son-in-law, right?

He seemed to have seen his father with one hand on his waist and the other pointing at the door, just like the overbearing president in TV dramas, except that he had a bald head, a round belly, and a more loser temperament.

"Ugh"

Thinking of this, Mao Yiheng sighed, adjusted his headphones, and rubbed his ears that were numb from the vibration.

Forget it...

Just think of it as a dream come true for the poor old dad who is in the late stage of chuunibyou.

Looking around, colleagues in the office were slacking off openly.

Xiao Wang is browsing Taobao, Lao Li is chatting casually, and even the most serious supervisor is secretly looking at stocks.

Mao Yiheng immediately felt justified and thought that everyone was slacking off anyway, so he wouldn't make any difference!
Mao Yiheng did not delay at all. He simply continued to open the previous video and swiped directly to the second half to see if there was any summary or something.

soon.

As he paused, the screen suddenly turned into a close-up of the UP host and her friend.

At this time, the two people, without caring about their image, stuffed food into their mouths and shouted incoherently.

"Help! This fish fillet is so tender and fresh, it melts in your mouth!"

“Slurp~Crack, crack!”

“This fish fillet is mine!”

"Leave some shredded potatoes for me! You've already taken three servings with your chopsticks!"

Mao Yiheng looked at the two girls on the screen speechlessly.

You chopped down with two pairs of chopsticks, and I rushed forward to attack, and we fought ferociously in the air. He almost burst out laughing.

Tsk tsk tsk!
My goodness, are they eating or practicing Wing Chun?

The acting is worthy of an Oscar! Is this "Kung Fu on the Tip of the Tongue"?

By the way, the last time Mao Yiheng was shocked was when he watched a video of a pancake in the food section. The stall owner acted so intoxicated with the taste that it almost made him ascend to heaven.

But, that is a food area.

What? The Up Masters in the Life Zone are also so hot now!

Mao Yiheng couldn't help but complain in his heart.

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(End of this chapter)