A cold wind penetrated into his neck with the ground. The boy waved his hand and hurried into the house. After a long time, the girl across the street retracted her gaze.

Hiding behind the curtain, the boy sighed. "Actually, the tofu is pretty good, but..."

"But what?" The old shopkeeper, who has always been ignored by the boy, suddenly said.

"But...huh? Why should I tell you..."

The old shopkeeper's turbid eyes suddenly lit up, "Boy, don't forget that I am your adoptive father!"

"Hey, old man, please don't forget, I have never received any money, work, money!" The young man glared back desperately.

The light went out instantly, and the old shopkeeper lowered his head expressionlessly, fiddled with the abacus beads again.

The boy raised his chin and rushed to the kitchen with great might.

It's time to refill again.

"I'll find a matchmaker to talk about it tomorrow?"

The voice came from behind, and the boy felt warm in his heart. He still pushed back with a seemingly disdainful hum.

Stirring the tea soup filled with strong fragrance, the boy murmured to himself: "But how could I be willing to be ordinary when I am reborn..."

Taking a deep breath, the boy lifted the teapot and walked towards the crowd.

Every time I enter the lively tea shop, the boy seems to have fought a big battle. The old shopkeeper said that what Dr. Tea practices is fast eyes, fast hands, fast legs, and—

Fast heart.

Sliding over the raised sleeves, and with a little more wrist, the fragrant tea soup flew from the crooked hat to the tea bowl in the hands of another table. Before the tea lover could react, his arms were retracted and put, and the bright yellow water line was immediately interrupted. A few drops left at the mouth of the pot dripped into the bowl along the interrupted arc, stirring up shallow splashes of water.

"Ouch!" The tea chef who was reacting quickly held the tilted fur hat, and the tea bowl in his hand swayed, causing everyone to laugh.

Young people usually walk through the teahouse, without a casual body movement or complex footwork, and only simple movements of approximate conditioning reflexes were completed.

The storyteller on the high platform put down the tea bowl with a meaningful smile, opened the folding fan with a snap, and took it on his chest and stepped down to ask for rewards.

The blood in his right arm holding the handle of the pot was turbulent, and the pain was unbearable. The boy wiped off the beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead and walked towards the back hall.

"ah--"

There was a scream outside the door, and the young man was stunned. "Douhua!"

Throwing away the teapot, the boy rushed out.

The girl was lying across the street in front of the bun shop with her cheeks covering her cheeks. The hot white bread was scattered all over the floor. A rogue with oil and gas in the oil was holding a steamer and smashing it at the girl. She was cursing and shouting, "My husband, I don't even need money to eat in the restaurant. I dare to reach out to you with a few buns? I think you are tired of living!"

"This guy calms down. My girl is ignorant, so you can take care of her..." The uncle wearing an apron reached out to take a look and pushed the rookie into a stagger.

The rascal staggered and was about to curse, but suddenly saw the slightest sight of the bun uncle full of tendons and flesh. He suddenly lost his momentum. The rat eyes turned, and the rascal slid his fists and said with a smile: "I have no eyes and offended my elder brother. Please forgive me."

"It's okay." Uncle Baozi helped Douhua up and said without looking back.

The rascal arched his waist and retreated. When he turned around, a sharp look suddenly burst out from the corner of his eyes. The onlookers were holding guns and sticks and pointing at the rascal swearing. No one noticed it except Dalang leaning under the corridor.

"Interesting." The boy pulled down his sweat towel and slapped the upper, greeted the old shopkeeper, and walked out lazily.

There was a scarlet five finger mark on half of his face, and Douhua was holding back her tears and cleaning up the remains of the ground.

"Does it hurt?" The boy handed over the bun that had wiped off the ashes.

"Yes." The girl's nose felt sore, and tears hit the back of the boy's hand.

The boy smiled and retracted his hand and stuffed the buns into his mouth. "Yeah, it tastes delicious."

Douhua was stunned, not caring about being sad, and reached out to grab the bun. "It's dirty, Dalang can't eat it!"

The boy stuffed the bun into his mouth in two mouths, bulged his cheeks and smiled at the girl.

Douhua felt sweet in her heart, and her hot cheeks didn't hurt that much.

After placing the buns down, the boy burped and said, "Douhua, I'll give me a pack later."

"Okay, Dalang." The girl smiled sweetly.

Looking at the corner of the street where the rogue figure disappeared, the boy put his hat in his arms and raised his heel. Uncle Baozi and sister Douhua moved here a long time ago. They have been in peace with their neighbors and have never been provoked by the rogue. This matter is absolutely unusual today, and judging from the rogue's expression before leaving, the matter is not over.

Beixincheng is a small county. It is close to the border, with many merchants and merchants. There are two cities in the east and west, so it is very prosperous. According to the rules, the upper county is below 100,000 shi of grain, below 60,000 shi, is Zhong county, and below 30,000 shi, is Xia County. Since Xia County is Xiayi, this is also the origin of the name of Xiayi tea shop.

In the afternoon, the boy was far behind the thug, following him through the streets and alleys, almost traveling throughout Beixin City. It was confirmed that the thug was not instructed by someone, and the thug finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, when the thug passed the butcher's bone-cutting knife from the butcher's shop, the thug immediately changed his mind.

Sure enough, after wandering around for an afternoon, the ruffian looked around and turned into the Pig Cage Alley.

The boy followed and went in.

Zhucang Lane is a settlement for butchers, with pig cages everywhere and the sound of pigs howling. With the cover, the boy quickly touched the residence of Zucang and came to the back of the house along the half-person-high earth wall. Through the cracks in the back wall, he saw Zucang greeting several companions who were flowing in the air.

"San'er, how are the things done?"

"Boss, there is no problem with the girl from the bun shop, her father is a trainee."

"What way?" The speaker kept turning his back to him, and the young man couldn't see his appearance clearly.

"It should be a hard skill to connect the iron cloth shirt." The rasp grabbed the wine pot and took a big mouthful, then reached out to tear the braised chicken head and started to chew it with a sizzling taste.

"What kind of rank?" The boss's voice became a little more alert.

"The eighth grade is at its peak." The rookie responded.

"Confirm?" The boss seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The rogue wiped off the remains of the corner of his mouth and said with a slap: "Boss, if you can be a detective in the seventh grade, you will be a member of the public, and you will have no worries about food and clothing. You still have to sell buns on the street."

"Aoao--"

A sudden sound of killing a pig was heard, and the boy missed several conversations.

"Boss, do you want to do it?" Another voice sounded in the corner.

The rogue stepped on the table and shouted: "I don't want to do it? Mr. Huang can pay a big price!"

"Listen to the boss." Another cold voice scolded.

The boss laughed and said, "You must do it, but at this price... I'm going to release Huang Silang's blood this time!"
Chapter completed!