"Xiao Nan, you can't do this. I'm watching your grown-up uncle, get me some personal goods." An old man quit and slapped the table and shouted.

Xia Nan said with a bitter look on his face: "Uncle Xu, I'm really out of flesh. If you don't believe me, you come in and see..."

A group of people really came in and looked into the big jar of braised pork and it was really empty.

At this moment, Mr. Xu pointed to the big pot of the soup and said, "Isn't there any soup? Give me a bowl..."

"This is not a price." Lao Xia was also embarrassed.

Uncle Xu took out a hundred dollars without saying a word and said, "Isn't a hundred and a hundred bowls finished? Hurry up and serve me the soup!"

Many people followed him with the lead, and soon even the soup base was sold out.

When the father and daughter finally waited until the guests left, they sat on the chair and couldn't get up for a long time.

This is the first time they have been in this industry for so many years, and they are almost paralyzed by being exhausted.

The two of them were as tired as dead dogs, but they saw the monk next door sitting on the cushion and pretending...

The Taoist priest happened to walk out with a big bowl. The big bowl contained half of the meat, and then brought out a small pot of meat, with meat floating in the broth.

Looking at these two guys with a relaxed and comfortable look, Xia Nan rushed over with some rice, sat in front of Taoist Ma, and poked out the chopsticks, snatched them in the basin, scrambling them in the Taoist priest's bowl, without any politeness.

"You two are so comfortable, and don't come to help. My dad and I are almost exhausted. My voice...ah...is hoarse." Xia Nan complained.

Lao Xia was so open-minded: "Xiao Nan, don't say that. It's already great if they are willing to provide good meat."

Of course Xia Nan understood this truth, but this girl was very toxic, so she still said, "It's right to do business together, but they're fine, what's wrong with helping me?"

Then he heard the Buddhist chant of the Buddha: "Amitabha, I am a monk, how can I cut meat and sell meat?"

Master Ma also said: "Mencius is compassionate, and it is not convenient for me."

Xia Nan looked at the meat stuffed in her mouth and wanted to punch her. This guy was becoming more and more direct in lying...

After eating, Xia Nan took away the dishes of Taoist Ma and Monk Jing Kong, took them back and washed them and threw them to the two of them.

She then changed into clothes and trotted to work.

Lao Xia started counting money in the house. After the last count, he said, "Good guy, one morning, ten kilograms of meat and a large bucket of soup, sold for 40,000 yuan!"

Lao Xia was a little confused... and kept pinching his thighs and muttering: "It hurts, it's not a dream."

Then he counted again, pinched again, and continued to say, it hurts, it's not a dream.

In infinite loop.

In this regard, Master Ma and Monk Jing Kong are much simpler.

The two of them did not seem to have any changes because of this sudden change. Those who were waiting for the rich woman should be staring at the door and continue to look at her thighs.

Everything seems to have changed.

Only two people could see that the wind on the Eryuan Street was obviously stronger than other places, and the wind was fresher, and the spiritual energy contained in it was much richer, and the door became looser...

As life passes day by day, Lao Xia's store's business is getting better and better, but the meat is limited and I dare not really sell too much at once.

It is simply limited to the quantity per day, first come first served.

As a result, after doing this, this place became a check-in place for many internet celebrity food broadcast bloggers. At the same time, the reputation was also circulating wildly among the people, and the Internet was overwhelming, and there were more diners across the country.

By the way, the monks and Taoists next to Lao Xia's shop also entered the country many times.

Monk Jingkong became the second check-in place. Many girls, aunts and grandmas came to visit this fair and handsome monk who was known as the number one handsome monk in Lingnan.

As for Master Ma, everyone agreed that he should move away. This guy is a bit bad about Feng Shui and pollutes the camera.

Taoist Ma was not at all aware of this, but instead he was rubbing the camera everywhere, which made everyone feel extremely disgusted and spontaneously began to reject the Taoist priest.

They all worked very hard not to photograph him...

Then the Taoist priest seemed to have retreated and refused to come back, and everything returned to normal.

That evening, Taoist Ma sat at the door, shaking his big feet and blowing the breeze, humming a small song happily, and watching his long legs coming and going.

At this moment, the crowd not far away suddenly felt like a burst of exclamation, and then the people dispersed.

Master Ma stretched his neck and looked over, and saw a man covered in blood staggering towards this side, bleeding all the way...

Finally, he sat on the stool at the door of Master Ma, which was opposite Master Ma.

Master Ma leaned over, looked at it, and grinned, "Oh... tsk, my heart exploded. It's so badly..."

"Don't talk nonsense, drink!" the man said.

Master Ma handed over a bottle of beer.

After looking at it, the man said disgustedly: "White wine."

Master Ma immediately handed over a bottle of white wine.

The other party picked it up, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and finished drinking a bottle of wine in one breath!

Then the man took out a photo and handed it to Master Ma and said, "Help me... save him."

"Is this?" asked Master Ma.

The man said, "My son...the person who caught him is nicknamed Tu Gou. Thank you..."

After saying that, the man's head lowered and his breath disappeared.

Seeing this, Master Ma stumbled and said, "Are you... just call me? What's the matter at the door? This is not a begging for others... Alas, this business will be even more difficult in the future..."

When Xia Nan heard this, she said unhappily: "Is there anyone who says that? But he won't be really dead, right?"

Xia Nan leaned over and explored the other party's breath, but it was indeed gone.

Xia Nan's face suddenly turned pale.

Principal Ma said lazily: "It's okay, it's just a dead person."

Xia Nan frowned and said, "It's just a dead person? Ma Jincai, this... but a living person is dead. Why do you act so easily? Moreover, he seems to be your friend, right?"

Master Ma nodded: "Ah, it's a friend. So I'm happy for him. I've been freed so early, a happy child."

When Xia Nan heard this, she subconsciously turned her mind to repent, but she also understood that Taoist Ma was not an ordinary person. His past hid endless secrets, and he was a person who was unwilling to mention the past.

His friends were not ordinary people at first glance. Perhaps, as Ma Jincai said, death is not sadness but liberation for them.

Thinking of this, Xia Nan sighed and said nothing.

Master Ma turned around and pulled up the roller shutter door.
Chapter completed!