The system is the king of the counterattack master

Han Xiaodong was stunned.

He just knelt on the ground so foolishly, until old man Qiu picked up the noodle bowl and continued to suck the noodles, he finally understood what happened just now.

"It's not... Grandpa Qiu, it's not... Master, oh, it's not right, I..." Han Xiaodong hadn't adjusted to his new identity for a while, and was suddenly a little confused about how to address Grandpa Qiu.

"Oh, you'll be called Grandpa from now on. My old man will never have an empress in his life, so I will take advantage of you and recognize you as a relative." Grandpa Qiu was not at all embarrassed, on the contrary, he didn't seem to take these mundane matters too seriously.

"Ah, Grandpa, can you tell me what happened just now?" Ever since Xiao K appeared, Han Xiaodong always felt that his life was like a dream.

"Just now, those four little bastards just now..."

"I'm not talking about the four of them, I'm talking about you wanting me to be a teacher, I don't understand." Han Xiaodong is still in the fog at the moment, after all, it all happened so suddenly.

"Ah, you talk about this, you get up first." Mr. Qiu stretched out his hand, held Han Xiaodong's armpit with one hand, lifted Han Xiaodong up lightly, and pushed him onto the chair.

Han Xiaodong's surprise was not light. Normally, he weighed about a hundred catties. When old man Qiu picked him up, he didn't take the initiative to stand up. The strength to lift him up from the ground with one hand is not something everyone has.

Is this from kneading noodles?Han Xiaodong thought blindly: No, I have seen some noodle sellers, and I have never seen anyone with such great strength.

"I took you into my sect just now. You are now the sole successor of Shadow Fist and my god-grandson. Starting tomorrow, I will pass on the rules and kung fu of our sect to you. That's it, it's getting late , you hurry home."

After finishing speaking, Mr. Qiu waved his hand and started to push people away.

Han Xiaodong snorted, picked up his schoolbag and walked out obediently, suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "Grandpa, how do you know that those people came to look for me?"

He held back this question for a long time. It seemed that Mr. Qiu knew what was going on with these punks from the very beginning.

"Why don't you say that young is young. Think about it, just a few of them are cowardly, like collecting protection money? Who collects protection money and waits until there is no one in the store before talking about it." Mr. Qiu Take the chopsticks and tap the outside twice.

"It's really not like it." Han Xiaodong thought about it carefully. These people seemed to be waiting for some opportunity from the moment they entered the door. If they really wanted to collect protection money, they must make trouble when there were the most people, so that the store would be afraid.

"Add up the time when those people came to the store. If you don't come early or late, I will give you the front and rear feet. How can it be such a coincidence?" Grandpa Qiu tapped the clock on the wall with his chopsticks.

"Also, if you really come to the store to look for trouble, if you point out that there is a camera, they shouldn't make trouble anymore. They can throw a few harsh words at most, and come back when they are ready next time. But look at that yellow-haired boy, come up and do it directly. Still don't understand?"

Mr. Qiu woke up the dreamer with a word, and Han Xiaodong was completely convinced. Jiang was still old and spicy, and he was still a little tender.

"Understood, thank you grandpa for your guidance, I'm going home first." Han Xiaodong figured out the key point, untied a knot in his heart, and was about to go home from get off work.

"Be careful, this is just the beginning. You'd better remember who you offended. Such a scheming person will not let you go easily. He is still alive now. Once he is familiar with the way, he will If you are in the dark, you will suffer." Mr. Qiu gave another instruction, which warmed Han Xiaodong's heart.

After leaving the noodle shop, Han Xiaodong chatted with Xiao K about what happened today.

"Who is it?" Han Xiaodong was used to asking Little K beforehand.

"The suspects are currently locked: Zhu Qiang and Zhao Hongfei." Little K gave the names of the two people who had recently had a feud with Han Xiaodong.

The suspicion of these two people is indeed the biggest, both have enough motives to want to harm Han Xiaodong, and both of them have free time recently, Zhu Qiang hasn't shown up for a long time, it is said that he kept his student status and went to find another place to borrow.

Teacher Zhao is also at home at home, so it is in line with her personality to play ghosts when she has nothing to do.

"Why can't it be Zhu Qiang's father?" Han Xiaodong suddenly thought of someone else.

"It doesn't conform to Zhu Tianhu's behavior pattern." Little K's reason is irrefutable, indeed, today's matter is really not done by ordinary mentally retarded, if Zhu Tianhu finds someone, today's matter must not be so easy to solve.

"The thug is so weak, but he hides himself so well, I really don't know what character is on the other side." Han Xiaodong thought to himself.

Little K didn't answer the call, and it seemed that he didn't fully understand the opponent's routine.

"Ah, by the way, check Shadow Fist for me." Han Xiaodong suddenly remembered the sect he worshiped today. I do not know.

"There is no relevant information for our reference." Xiao K's reply was quick, which shows that it has already finished its inquiries.

"Hey, I've been getting involved with such mysterious things lately." Han Xiaodong is already used to K's inability to find out.

Indeed, no matter how powerful Little K is, he is only a system, not an omnipotent God. There are too many things in this world that are not under its surveillance.

"Go home! We'll talk about it tomorrow." Han Xiaodong didn't think any more, he only prayed that Lin Yun wouldn't be home at this time.

The next night, Han Xiaodong came to the noodle shop as usual, but to his surprise, Mr. Qiu didn't let him greet the guests, but gave him a basin of noodles and asked him to learn how to make noodles.

Although Han Xiaodong had never done this job before, relying on his own strength, he still did it well, but after one night, he also had a sore back and a sore back.

The strange thing is that Grandpa Qiu only asked him to make noodles, but not noodles.

After all the guests had dispersed, the two of them still each had a bowl of noodles. The difference was that today's noodles were made with Han Xiaodonghe's noodles.

This is also the first time in Han Xiaodong's life to eat pasta made by himself. Although the person below is not himself, after all, he met with him all night, which is also a sense of accomplishment.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the noodles were in his mouth, he realized something was wrong, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed them.

"Is there any difference after eating?" Grandpa Qiu didn't care too much, still sucking his noodles with big mouthfuls.

How can you not eat it?
They were all noodles cooked by Grandpa Qiu, with the same ingredients and the same pot, but today's noodles seemed unusually unpalatable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Grandpa Qiu asked again: "How do you feel?"

Han Xiaodong held back for a long time before sighing softly

"Hey, it seems that I am not born to be a cook."