Arknights, are you a good person?

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, gave the skinny puppet a bit of morality, pointed at the "Zhongyue Fist" and said:

"practice!"

The puppet immediately started working, punching again and again without getting tired, and it was well worth the hourly wage of a little bit of public morality.

They eat grass and produce milk.

Qi Yuan counted the seconds and watched the progress bar slowly move forward.

One month.

If the puppet does not eat or drink, and practices non-stop 7 hours a day, it will only take one month for him to reach the Chongying realm where his punches are as fast as the wind and his punches make sonic booms.

"Work hard, and your life will become sweeter and sweeter!"

Qi Yuan stuffed all the remaining 29 points of morality from drawing cards into the doll and walked out satisfied.

The Archangel is still waiting.

She shook her head and the halo moved with it. She thought Qi Yuan would go practice boxing, but he sat down and played games leisurely.

The halo was instantly fixed in the air, and Archangel Exia's cheeks became bulging.

Sulk.

"Forget it, let's bake an apple pie."

The Archangel shook his head, lifted his long legs off the coffee table, pressed his waist against the back of the sofa with a little force, did a backflip, and his long, straight legs drew an arc in the air, and he landed steadily like an acrobat.

Qi Yuan should like sweets, right?

After eating the steaming sweet apple pie, he will be happy and will probably share his boxing experience, right?

Angel of Exorcism was eager to try it out. As soon as she entered the kitchen, before she could take the apple, a figure suddenly jumped in front of her, and the shiny horns almost poked Angel of Exorcism in the face.

"Croissant?"

The Archangel was confused.

"Aneng, do you feel that Qi Yuan has become strange since he came back from the Guard Bureau?" Croissant asked bluntly.

Angel Neng immediately thought of the capitalist's face just now and nodded in agreement.

"Indeed it is."

Croissant said worriedly, "It looks like he doesn't need to work any harder. It looks like he's hugged a bigger thigh."

"Do you think Qi Yuan will be able to break away from Penguin Logistics and continue to rise?"

"impossible?"

The Archangel rejected it subconsciously, shaking his head like a rattle.

Even though she had only worked for a week and had not met Mr. Great, Angel had a lot of fun with him and had already accepted the fact that Qi Yuan was a member of Penguin Logistics.

Even though he didn't believe it, Croissant's few words successfully made Archangel anxious, and he even pinched the apple pie a circle bigger than usual.

Sweet and warm air permeates the staff kitchen.

The Angel of Power held icing sugar powder and cinnamon powder in her hands, staring at the oven intently. The grid-like puff pastry in the baking tray gradually layered and turned into an appetizing golden color. Under the warm yellow oven light, it looked extremely soft and sweet.

"This apple pie is baked so perfectly, I can't even imagine how delicious it will be." The Archangel said to himself.

Jingle bell bell~

The crisp sound of the welcoming wind chimes interrupted the Angel's reverie.

"Is anyone here?"

It was an extremely lazy voice, with a faint smell of water, as if one had been killing fish at a fish stall all day and had become numb inside.

"I'm looking for Brother Qi Yuan."

This sentence was like a thunderclap. Angel immediately gave up looking at the apple pie and ran out of the staff kitchen.

Probe observation.

She saw Qi Yuan take a fish from a shaggy-haired young man with dead eyes. The young man thanked him and left at the speed of light without even taking any money, let alone staying for long.

"Isn't that the fishmonger from the slums?" Croissant asked with a puzzled look.

"Yes, he said he had a letter for me."

Qi Yuan reached his hand into the fish's mouth, pinched out a crumpled piece of paper, unfolded it and put it into the sunlight, the contents of the letter were clearly visible.

"Meet at the Guqi Teahouse at eight o'clock."

Signed: Gray Forest.

"what?"

Croissant exclaimed: "Gray Lin, isn't that what the Rat King calls himself?"

This name represents the emperor of the Longmen underground world. They had just obtained the dragon head stick and sent the Yan country gangster boss named Fei Xue into the hospital, but they did not expect to receive a letter from the real person in the evening.

The Archangel stretched his head out a little further and his ears stood up slightly.

"It's me who was invited, so I'll go."

Qi Yuan put the letter seriously and handed the envelope to Croissant. Croissant took the fresh fish with a confused look on his face, and his hands felt cold and slippery.

"Alas!"

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Penguin Logistics has returned to its normal state.

Croissant chewed his portion of grilled fish and made eye contact with the Archangel, and they both saw the same emotion in each other's eyes.

"Is Qi Yuan really going to get someone like him?"

Texas took a small bite of the grilled fish and calmly interrupted their guesses: "That's impossible."

"The Rat King personally wrote to invite him to dinner, and the meal was at a high-end and respectable teahouse. How could it be impossible?"

Croissant retorted dejectedly: "In my opinion, it was our strict defense last week that made Qi Yuan very unhappy. Although he didn't say it, he still had some grudges in his heart and felt that Penguin Logistics was not a place where he could fit in."

"The Rat King has never taken in anyone so high-profile."

Texas calmly retorted:

"The Rat King should have an unnamed army that usually hides in the shadows. He himself stays in the slums, practicing the balance he is best at. I guess he invited Qi Yuan to dinner because he is unsure of his methods and wants to find out more..."

Jingle bell bell~

The wind chimes rang again.

Since its opening, Land's End has never been as lively as it is today.

"I'm looking for Qi Yuan."

The visitor was wearing a blue dress with black and purple lining, and had pink hair and mouse ears. She expressed her demands in a concise and to the point manner, and the air in the bar seemed to drop a few degrees because of her.

silence.

After a long awkward moment, Texas slowly put down the grilled fish and replied calmly:

"Qi Yuan was called by the Rat King to eat."

"Who? My dad?"

The cold and indifferent beautiful girl suddenly became cold no longer. She was shocked and immediately turned around and left, disappearing in an instant.

Very urgent.

Everyone at Penguin Logistics looked at each other in bewilderment.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's Lin Yuxia."

"Daughter of the Rat King...Texas, didn't you just say that the Rat King would not take Qi Yuan in, and that he would never leave us?"

Texas was speechless for a moment.

"It's not possible in theory."

She slowly tore off a piece of roasted fish meat and said hesitantly: "But he is Qi Yuan..."

“So, I’m not sure.”

027: Heizi speaks!

There are people scattered around in the roadside teahouse.

Two or three shouts were heard from the street.

Qi Yuan glanced at the bustling street market and his eyes stopped on the dignified three-character sign. Customers were coming in an endless stream, steam was rising, and waves of wonderful meaty aromas that only carnivores could understand wafted in the air.

The signature dish of this restaurant is the bone soup that is stewed until it is soft and the marrow is removed. This soup is used as the base of the pot, and is supplemented with hot pot items such as dragon dragon, goose intestines, chicken breast, fish fillets, and Chinese cabbage, becoming a traditional Longmen dish called dabanlu.

It's so delicious that it makes your tongue sizzle.

Qi Yuan saw all this from the sign at the door.

As soon as he arrived at the store, an old waiter holding a white towel took him upstairs, as if he had been informed in advance. Unlike the bustling first and second floors, the third floor seemed very deserted, with only one table.

"Old Master Lin Gerui."

A handsome mouse greeted, grabbed the long chopsticks and gently picked up a fish ball.

"have you eaten?"

He asked slowly.

Qi Yuan shook his head, and a set of bowls and chopsticks were immediately placed on the table.

Although I don't know what he wants me to do, but since he has invited me to have hotpot, there is nothing to worry about. It is a tradition in Longmen not to fight at the dinner table, and eating hotpot means unity.

He picked up the condiment plate and looked around for the small condiment area.

Lin Gerui looked at Qi Yuan calmly, with a sharp look in his eyes.

He had heard of Qi Yuan a long time ago. When the first gang was destroyed in his hands, Qi Yuan's name appeared on Lin Gerui's eight-immortals table.

If I were to describe my attitude towards Qi Yuan, it would be summed up in two words.

appreciate.

No matter what method he used, Qi Yuan did improve the public security in the slums and achieved the balance that Lin Gerui wanted. Qi Yuan risked his life several times, showing a fearless spirit.

However, hearing is one thing, but you can’t bring a filter when you meet someone.

Not to mention, Lin Gerui's daughter, who wanted to be independent and was thinking about how to form her own team every day, also noticed Qi Yuan.

He gets a headache when he thinks of his daughter.

Bring a filial daughter.

If he didn't know Lin Yuxia's character clearly, just based on her rebellious attitude with a stern face all day long, he would have almost suspected that his daughter was going to offer the Seven Star Sword at night. Now that Lin Yuxia feels that she has met a talented person, he, as a father, must keep an eye on her no matter what.

So, this hot pot came into being.

From such subtle things as eating, one can also see a person's character and mentality, for example...

Lin Gerui looked at Qi Yuan who came back from the small condiments area. The latter held the small condiments bowl and slowly sat down facing Lin Gerui.

Is Qiyuan an oil-based dish or a dry-based dish?

Lin Gerui glanced at Qi Yuan's dish, and his hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped in mid-air.

“Sesame paste?”

Lin Gerui shook his head regretfully.

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After eating three rounds, Lin Gerui put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at Qi Yuan again, and couldn't help shaking his head.

Is it appropriate to dip sesame paste in hot pot?