Chapter 1003 Fatty Wang’s Sister 2
Wang Yueban was eating the braised pork trotters made by her sister, and she looked so happy.
His favorite is the braised pork trotters, which are shiny red and stewed until they are soft and boneless.
He just likes to eat meat.
Especially the meat stewed by my sister.
It’s fatty but not greasy, melts in your mouth, and the sauce is rich enough to mix with three bowls of rice!
More importantly, his sister Wang Yueyao watched him eat so sweetly with a smile in her eyes, and she would never glance at the soft flesh on his belly with disgust like outsiders would.
My sister won’t mind him being fat.
"Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch it from you." Wang Yueyao smiled and put another piece of the fattest trotter meat into his bowl, "Eat more, you've lost weight recently."
Thin?
Wang Yueban looked down at her still round belly and felt warm in her heart.
In his sister's eyes, he is never fat.
Wang Yueyao: . . . .
That’s not the case, of course, how could she dislike her own brother?
Wang Yueyao looked at her brother wolfing down the food, her eyes as soft as melted sugar.
In her mind, her brother is 1.81 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms, which is a perfect physique!
sturdy!
Feel safe!
The doctor said that this weight range is very healthy!
Of course, if the weight really soars to 90 kilograms, that is definitely not okay. It will affect your health and you have to control it.
In fact, Wang Yueyao secretly glanced at her brother's round profile and broad shoulders, thinking to herself: I wish I could lose weight to 70 kilograms.
With that figure, wow, he can even be the leading male model in a top club!
My face is a little rounder now, but it doesn’t matter, it’s just puffiness. The fat on my belly is also a piece of abdominal muscle.
"Poof - my dear sister!" Wang Yueban was gnawing on pig tendon happily, but was suddenly choked by his sister's "shocking" idea. He started coughing and his face turned red.
"Ahem... Sister! Please spare me! Male model? My fat is my capital to survive in the world! It's a bulletproof vest!" He patted his elastic belly exaggeratedly.
Wang Yueyao laughed out loud at his amusement and tapped him with her rolling pin: "Okay, okay, your bulletproof vest is the most valuable! Eat yours!"
Wang Yueban: . . . .
However, after dinner, Wang Yueyao took the almanac and chose a good day for her brother to retire.
Retire from the underworld.
Although Wang Yueban was not some big shot in the underworld, and at most was a "little man" with some fame and connections in Panjiayuan, this ceremony was of great significance.
This is a declaration, a determination.
From now on, bid farewell to the coldness of the underground, the stench of the tomb, the sharp claws of the rice dumplings and the endless calculations, and return completely to the sunshine to become a law-abiding antique shop owner.
It is a tacit understanding among everyone that once a gangster publicly retires from the underworld, no one will come to "trap" him again unless there is a blood feud.
This is an unwritten rule and also a protection for "quitters".
However, there are very few people who can actually go this far and completely “retire from the underworld”.
Why? One word: greed.
Fatty Wang knew too well the weight of this word.
Digging for sand in tombs, making money so quickly!
Especially when you are lucky, the sale of an artifact may bring you wealth that others cannot earn in half a lifetime or even their entire life.
The thrill of getting rich overnight is like the strongest poison. Once you get addicted, it is difficult to quit.
There are so many people who are more capable than him, but what happened in the end?
Either they die and become dried bones in some unknown tomb, or their own inflated greed backfires and they die without a complete body.
The reason why Wang Yueban can live to this day, besides being a little clever and lucky, more importantly, is that he has a sister who can pull him back from the edge of the cliff!
My sister has a home with him.
Thinking of the last experience in Prince Lu’s Palace, Wang Yueban’s hands trembled as he washed the dishes.
Even the ice-cold well water couldn't suppress the chill that rose from deep within my bones.
He had never encountered so many ghost things in his life, and they were all there at once.
Corpse-eating bugs!
The dense and severe pain and nausea that gnawing at the flesh seemed to still be there.
Bloody corpse! The smelly and powerful monster chased him and made him piss and run.
Hydra cypress! That thing is simply beyond human power's ability to counteract!
And finally...
Northern mute Zhang Qilin!
That ancient black gold sword!
It came down like a fairy from the sky!
At that time, he really thought his head was going to move away!
I was scared to death!
Everything flashed before his eyes, and he saw his grandmother waving at him from the clouds!
The most outrageous thing was that he also saw his sister waving a rolling pin and cursing as she rushed over to hit Zhang Qilin on the head.
Zhang Qilin: . . . .
Wang Yueban was really scared. His sister kept her word and would really go to the tomb to find him.
He couldn't let his sister die in the grave.
Yueyue is scared!
What he found most difficult to say was...
Those big cuts on his butt from the corpse-bugs!
It hurts, itches, and the location is extremely awkward!
If it wasn't really inconvenient, he would have wanted his sister to apply medicine to him!
That's his biological sister!
What's there to be embarrassed about!
But when he grew up, he felt so embarrassed!
In the end, he could only grimace in front of the mirror and apply the ointment with difficulty, gasping in pain.
Woohoo…my butt…is all bitten…
Wang Yueban wailed in her heart, wishing that the injury was only on her back, she could let her sister apply medicine to her and enjoy her distressed nagging...
The day I retired from the business, um.
Of course there is no golden basin, but a copper basin.
The sun of Panjiayuan was lazily shining on the bluestone pavement, and the air was filled with a festive atmosphere. Everyone knew that Fatty Wang had retired from criminal activities.
This was a happy event, so Wang Yueban entertained guests outside.
As for their desire to eat the food cooked by their sister, that is just a dream.
His sister cooks for him and he eats it himself.
No one else can.
In the shop, Fatty Wang was sticking his butt out, holding a piece of velvet, carefully wiping a large imitation Qianlong famille rose vase, humming a tuneless little tune.
He is in a good mood. His sister stewed pork ribs for him today.
Corn and pork ribs soup, super big pot.
Only a few days had passed since I retired from the world of solitude.
The light at the door dimmed, and a tall and thin figure leaned against the door frame.
The man was wearing a half-new black jacket, a pair of his signature sunglasses on his nose, and a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. He looked very much like the ancient jades sold at the stalls in Panjiayuan, whose authenticity was difficult to distinguish, warm yet cool.
"Hey, Fatty, are you really here to cultivate your character and become a hands-off boss?" Hei Xiazi's voice was a little teasing as he walked in slowly.
Fatty Wang's hand shook and he almost rubbed off a piece of glaze on the vase.
He turned around suddenly and saw who was coming: "Hey, hello! What a rare guest! Master Hei! How come you have time to come to my little temple? Please take a seat. I'll make you a pot of hot water!"
He put down the vase in a hurry, but his eyes involuntarily glanced towards the kitchen, fearing that the "bang bang" sound of chopping ribs would stop.
His sister didn't allow him to go to the tomb.