Chapter 322
Chapter 322: Do You See That Pretty Boy Up Ahead with the Dead Fish Eyes?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Father Wang's black cigar had a unique origin, and people with little life experience wouldn't recognize it . But the head of Kitchen Knife Sect was different . Jiang Haifu might only be at the late Golden Core stage and hadn't graduated from any renowned university due to how poor his family had been when he was a kid, but he was the founder of a sect, after all . All these years, he had traveled all over the world to collect all kinds of food ingredients — he could sniff out the celestial treasures which had been added to this cigar .
When Father Wang had been exercising his poisonous tongue to its fullest, Jiang Haifu's subordinates around them had already been unable to take it . If it wasn't because there were other parents and teachers here as well as for the sake of Kitchen Knife Sect's face, they would already have long rushed Father Wang and bore him away .
But when these people saw Jiang Haifu's face suddenly turn pale, they were stunned; they had rarely seen such an expression on the sect leader's face .
Just a moment ago, he had still looked like he was choking down his anger . But when he saw that black cigar, he had instantly turned to stone .
After being lost in thought for a full minute, Jiang Haifu came back to his senses and took out a lighter to give Father Wang a light . He said a little faintly, "Brother, your cigar . . . it's not bad! Where did you buy it?"
He didn't use the same impatient tone as earlier; after seeing the black cigar which Father Wang had pulled out, Jiang Haifu felt like he had been cut down to size in front of the other man .
"Oh, a fan gave this to me . " Father Wang took one puff on the cigar and blew out a light smoke ring, downplaying his words .
The corners of Jiang Haifu's mouth twitched violently . " . . . "
A . . . fan gave it to him?
What kind of fan could gift this kind of national treasure level cigar?!
His eyes were glued to the cigar in Father Wang's hand, a look of envy on his face . It was difficult to experience the effects of this cigar unless you were above the Golden Core stage . The cigar smoke wouldn't make people choke at all, and instead had a delicate and undefinable fragrance of fine perfume .
If you were in the middle of seclusion in particular, and could smoke this type of cigar every day, you would simply gain twice as much in your cultivation for half the effort . Furthermore, it also had the effect of preventing inner deviation . . . There was a good saying: A smoke after, and you will surpass the immortals 1 .
This kind of national treasure level cigar was something you could only obtain fortuitously .
Father Wang gazed at Jiang Haifu with a knowing expression . Then he smiled . "I only brought one out with me today . If you want, I'll send some to you later on . That fan of mine sends me some every six months . "
Jiang Haifu was stunned for a moment, and then laughed like a peach blossom flowering . "How can I accept that . . . "
"We're both parents, don't be so polite! Our sons are in the same grade; from now on, they can look after each other at school . " Father Wang smiled, squinting . "My son's name is Wang Ling, Ling in 'command' 2 . He's very introverted and probably doesn't have any friends in the other classes . "
Jiang Haifu nodded . "That'll be good! We actually run a restaurant . Brother Wang should come by whenever you're free . . . "
On the side, several Kitchen Knife Sect disciples were already dumbstruck at this scene . It hadn't been long, but they were already calling each other brother .
If ladies could build a friendship over a handbag, then there were times when men could build a friendship over a cigar or a glass of wine .
By then it was already their turn, and the teacher at the school gate very seriously verified their identities . Father Wang stood by the gate and waited for Wang Ling to come out of the gym .
He stood next to Jiang Haifu and pointed at Wang Ling from a distance . "Do you see that pretty boy up ahead with the dead fish eyes? That's our Wang Ling . "
The corners of Jiang Haifu's mouth twitched again . " . . . "
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