"Old man, collect the money."

Chen Yang waved the hand holding the copper coin in front of the old man.

The old man selling noodles is actually not too old, just over forty, but the hard life has made him look like he is sixty.

Originally, in this world, about 40 people, three generations living under one roof, were enough to call themselves an old man.

"If you don't dare to call me sir, just call me Lao Chen."

Old Chen came back to his senses, stretched out his hand to take the dragon's beard noodles money, and bowed again and again, expressing that he did not dare to honor Chen Yang.

Chen Yang has always been dressed as a scholar in Tsing Yi. At first glance, he is a man of culture, scholars, neighbors, and people who eat noodles with him every day. He is all called Mr.

Chen Yang nodded and asked, "Old Chen, what's on your mind?"

Lao Chen's family has been selling Dragon Beard Noodles for generations. He pays attention to being sincere and pouring his whole heart into a bowl of noodles. Only then can he rely on selling Dragon Beard Noodles and multiply from generation to generation.

But today, Chen Yang ate some noodles, but there was something wrong with the taste.

The noodles are still the same, and the saltiness is still the same, but I just feel like something is missing.

It's like a beginner who is cooking according to a chef's recipe. Obviously every step is correct, and the finished product looks delicious and delicious, but when it tastes, it always feels like something is wrong.

That's the difference.

Originally, Chen Yang would not care about this kind of thing, but inexplicably, on a whim, he simply followed his heart and asked.

Lao Chen sighed, moved the maza, and sat next to Chen Yang. He said with a sad face: "Yesterday, my son went to the mountain to cut wood and took his granddaughter with him. I never thought that he would come back rolling and crawling on the ground in the morning. He said that as soon as he turned around, his granddaughter would

lost."

"Our family invited relatives and friends, as well as county government officials to help, and we went up the mountain to search for a day. No one was alive or dead, but no body was found."

"The old man was so angry that he beat the child half to death. What a good granddaughter, why should I throw it away? That child is not a son of a human being."

"I have something on my mind, but I cannot violate the ancestral teachings. The old man's Longxuxuan Noodles stall is doing business with regular customers. If I don't open it for a day, I feel sorry for all the regular customers. Even though I am still feeling miserable today, I still came to open the stall.

"

Lao Chen held up his hands to the old customers who had listened carefully, and said sheepishly: "Today's Dragon Beard Noodles are free. I don't dare to charge old customers for taking something for business."

With that said, he put the money Chen Yang had just paid and put it on the table in front of Chen Yang.

"Old Chen, what are you talking about? Who doesn't have a high horse and a short stirrup? This money must be given."

"That's right, if something happened to your family, you still invite us to eat noodles. What's the big deal?"

"Do you need help? I have nothing to do today, so I will close the stall. The neighbors will accompany you, Lao Chen, up the mountain, and then look for Xiao Zhao's daughter."

"What a good little girl, don't let anything snatch her away. Maybe it's still too late. Let's go look for her again."

"..."

Neighbors and old customers all talked about it, and Lao Chen was so moved that his face turned red.

He cupped his hands in all directions, shook his head and said: "Thank you all old customers. I don't dare to delay your livelihood. It's really useless to look for it."

"The officials in the county told me that they looked for the chief register and looked through the county records, and they found out that in the past few decades, none of the children lost on that mountain have been found. They were all like my poor granddaughter.

"Zhao, you can't see people when you're alive, and you can't see corpses when you're dead."

"He also said that there are foxes in the mountains, and they haunt them at night, so there are very few people on the mountain and it has become a timber mountain. Only people go up the mountain during the day to cut timber."

The faces of the regular customers around him all changed drastically.

"It's actually like this, is there a fox?"

"Isn't that a fox demon?"

"Hey, Lao Chen, please forgive me and be patient. What a wonderful child you are."

Lao Chen sighed and reluctantly responded to the concerns of the old customers.
Chapter completed!