Xie Wentong, who is in his fifties, does not think of those old people as they surrender when facing his own destiny. He feels that he can still save him, so he has worked very hard in the past three years.

Cuihua Restaurant is the most famous restaurant near the royal palace. Those who came from the Akiyama Private School and those who came from A San's storytelling all like to drink two cups here to relieve the fatigue of the day.

"Cuihua, eight dishes, one soup, two pots of wine, and one basin of rice."

It is said that it is a big meal, so naturally, eating is the most important thing. Two pots of wine are as much as two taels of rice. The most important thing is the same meal. Xie Wentong never loved to eat well in his life. Until now, he finally had the opportunity to experience what it feels like to eat well.

Although the restaurant was open early in the morning, there was no one in front of me. There was no one except the shopkeeper who was settled.

Of course, the guests must be received well, at least they can't just be kicked out like this, especially the two people ordered a lot of things, which made the shopkeeper quite happy.

"This guest official, what did you just ordered? Please tell me again, I'll remember it."

The shopkeeper was waiting for me to record in a booklet, but he saw Xie Wentong not repeating what he said before, and took a sip of the cup of overnight tea that he had poured himself on the table.

It is always annoying to speak without replying. In the eyes of the shopkeeper, this person is just to be entertained. He thinks that there are not many people who come out for a big meal in the morning.

The reason I came here was not because I didn’t hear the words before. It was just that although the restaurant was not very big, there were many kinds of dishes, several kinds of wine and many kinds of soup. He only said eight dishes, two pots of wine and one soup, but he didn’t know if he had any taboos.

Some people always say it once. If the person does not hear it, or insists on asking it again, they will not get the second sentence from the person's mouth. If he gets it, it only means that he turns his head and leaves after turning his head. He always has to do things before leaving, such as leaving something or carrying something.

"Eight dishes, one soup, two pots of wine, and one basin of rice."

Leng Xiaobai looked at Xie Wentong's cold face and said to the shopkeeper.

"We two have no food to avoid. Eight dishes that match meat and vegetables, scallion soup, and two pots of the most common wine."

The shopkeeper nodded, and didn't write anything in the booklet in his hand. There were no one else in these two things, so it was easy to remember. When he left, he looked at him. The person who was dressed worse than the person opposite, had a cold face, as if he was about to kill someone.

"It's just a meal, there's no need to do it like this." Leng Xiaobai didn't drink tea. There might be nothing left for the tea overnight, but this tea could not be made from some good tea leaves. It was even worse after a night, and the feeling of having a stomachache was not that good.

"That person should have something to do with you. I've seen it. It's not that I'm going to hit the evil, but there's something wrong in my mind. If Wang Yi was asked to prescribe a skull for him, it would probably be better."

When Leng Xiaobai was talking, two cold dishes had already been served. Leng Xiaobai did not move the dishes and took two pots of wine from the shopkeeper. Leng Xiaobai knew very well that the two pots of wine were exactly what he was.

"Don't mention this kind of thing again in the future. The old rules of our ancestors are not allowed to see a doctor, especially for surgery to cut off the limbs and open the brain."

After a stick of incense, I didn't hear the sound of cooking in the kitchen. The eight dishes had already come. The shopkeeper looked at the eight dishes on the table. They were all the same. He saw Leng Xiaobai packing up, one by one, and the cheapest one in the big meal was a silver coin, which seemed better. The shopkeeper himself spent some time.

"Kei, will the scallion soup and rice come up later or now?"

"Come on now. After you finish putting things on, there will be nothing to bother the shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper nodded, and two people walked out from behind, put a basin of rice and the basin of soup on the table next to it. No one came to eat at this time, and there was nothing to put anywhere.

The shopkeeper followed Leng Xiaobai's eyes and came to Xie Wentong. Of course, the meal money would be settled after eating, but this time it was a little different.

Xie Wentong couldn't take out too much, so he took out the silver coin from his arms and placed it on the table very happily. He was still a little reluctant to let it go. It was three years of savings.

"Keep the change, please."

Xie Wentong imitated it very well, but this scene fell into the eyes of the shopkeeper and Leng Xiaobai, and it was a bit artificial. This meal either didn't look like a silver coin.

"Xie Keguan."

The shopkeeper still thanked him very politely, brought the face of the profiteer and returned to the back.

In order to pretend, Xie Wentong was very straight and his head didn't shake at all, like a pillar sitting there, with no expression on his face.

Leng Xiaobai took the bowl and walked to the table next to him, served a bowl of rice in front of Xie Wentong, and looked at his serious face and laughed.

"There are no people here, we are just the two of us. I know what you look like, there is no need to pretend to be like that here."

People who are thieves do not necessarily have words on their faces, nor are they those with thieves. Some thieves will only reveal their appearance buried in their hearts when they want to do it.

Xie Wentong is not a thief. He is just a very ordinary person. Because he is too ordinary, he is no longer ordinary. He took three years to make such a table of food. How could he not eat at all?

Xie Wentong couldn't hold on. It turned out that people were watching at this time, and they had to hold on. There was no way. The person in front of him was even more casual than him. Seeing that the wine in front of him had already gone half a pot of wine, he didn't let him drink, and that was it.

The dishes are good, and the rice is also good. The scallion soup is even more delicious. Xie Wentong's stomach seemed to have no end. He ate two bowls of rice and three bowls of soup before he stopped. Half of the dishes on the table were gone.

"Is it really okay for you to eat like this?"

Leng Xiaobai was still a little worried. Although he went to his home and scared his family, he did not cause any losses and was unforgivable. If he had to die in front of him, wouldn't he have been implicated?

"How could there be a problem with this little thing? I used to be able to eat all this table, but I was hungry for too long and my appetite decreased a lot. I could only rest for a while and then eat."

Leng Xiaobai had already finished drinking a pot of wine, and he was already drunk and could not help but stagger. Seeing Xie Wentong also became two shadows.

"Are you not worried about that person at all? If he died like this, your last relative would no longer exist?"

Leng Xiaobai had many doubts in his heart. In his opinion, perhaps Mr. Liaozhai and Xie Wentong did not know each other, and he did not know that he had another relative in this world.

"What's there to worry about? Everyone will die. If you want to die, you will die. I told him all the things he said. It's really ridiculous now. There are no such things in the world, and if there is really, why wouldn't there be a god or ghost to bless me, and you won't be discovered."
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