"I'm talking about Ma Fu Zhang, you are so lazy, oh, you are about to become a unique scenery in our Qingyang City!"
A teasing voice came over. Ah Liu was holding two steaming meat buns in one hand, and without resting with the other hand, he tore one open and stuffed it into his mouth. It was so delicious.
Zhang Chen didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and mumbled vaguely: "If you can sit, don't stand, if you can lie, don't sit. This is the law of nature! What do you know..."
Ah Liu was happy, he had long been used to Zhang Chen's virtuous behavior.
He and Zhang Chen were old acquaintances, and they usually ate steamed buns on credit from him. As for whether they could repay the money, that was another matter.
"I'm telling you, can't you be more diligent? Look at my old Suntou, who wakes up early and works hard at night, how prosperous his business is!" Ah Liu said, asking Zhang Chen to look across the street. Then I saw the owner of the stable, Lao Suntou, walking over with a shiny, fat and strong horse. That horse looks great with its head held high.
