Chapter 135 It must be acquaintance in the old days

"Boss, let's have another bowl of mutton soup!"

Xuan Xiang finished sucking a bowl of mutton soup cakes, touched his round belly, and burped loudly.

The prophet also lit his eyes and sucked in big mouths.

Ning Zhao raised his eyes and casually clamped the cake with both hands, but his eyes wandered among the crowd on the street.

There are still people coming and going on the streets, endless.

Chu Yu broke the cake into small pieces, soaked it in the mutton soup, and pushed it in front of Ning Zhao.

He took the half-broken pancake from Ning Zhao's hand and exchanged a bowl with her.

"Miss Little He."

"Eat quickly, the soup is going to cool down."

Ning Zhao responded.

"Uncle Chen, let's have two cakes."

"Hey, Xiaozhu, didn't go to do work today?"

"Xiaobao is sick and had a high fever last night. I have to guard him today and dare not go out."

The voice sounded a little familiar. Ning Zhao looked up and looked at the girl who was looking around behind Xuan Xiang.

With a bang, the storage bag on Xuan Xiang's waist fell down.

Xiaozhu didn't even care about storage bags and mutton soup cakes, so he ran away.

Ning Zhao also quickly flashed to the table, picked up the sword and followed her.

The crowd on the street was not sure whether it was intentional or unintentional, but Xiaozhu was not crowded when she passed by. When Ning Zhao was about to chase her, the group of people all squeezed into the road.

It's fine if those pedestrians are too crowded, but there are too many people and there is no place to stand. But you, Ah Weng, who is not selling fish on the roadside, is it too exaggerating to hold a wooden basin and squeeze on the road.

A little bit?

There were many people and eyes, so it was difficult to use spiritual power. Ning Zhao didn't catch up with Xiaozhu, and watched Xiaozhu's back disappear into the crowd.

Ah Weng, who was selling fish, walked back from the middle of the road to the fish stall on the side of the road, and sat down.

Ning Zhao stared at him for a long time, as if he was about to stare a flower on his old face, which was full of ravines.

The fish seller did not ignore the hot gaze on his body. He smiled, revealing two rows of smoked yellow teeth, raised the fish in Ning Zhao's hand, and asked loudly: "Girl, buy fish."

Is it?"

"The fish I sell is the freshest in Quanlancheng. If you buy a crucian carp and simmer the soup with tofu, sprinkle a handful of green onions before it is released. The taste is so fresh."

Ning Zhao shook his head, "I don't want crucian carp."

Ah Weng caught another fish, "No crucian carp, then buying carp is not bad. My carp is also fresh and not rustic yet. If you buy one, use oil first, then drizzle with sauce.

Braised, not to mention how delicious it is.”

He didn't hear Ning Zhao's answer, and pointed to the river clams in the small back basket and continued, "Or buy a few river clams, go home and peel the meat and stir-fry it. The river clams I sold, but they have been sold several times.

Where is the pearl? If you open a pearl, you will make a fortune. Girl, you can also buy a few river clams to try your luck."

"No need, thank you."

Sales Fish Ahweng obviously has something in his words.

Ning Zhao's little head moved rapidly, lowered his eyes and walked back.

Before he could walk to the front of the previous mutton soup stall, he was intercepted again.

There was a little boy who was wearing a gray coat and looked about four or five years old and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

Ning Zhao looked down and saw that the little boy held a bamboo basket in his hand, not knowing what he was selling.

But the next second, she would know.

"Sister, sister, buy the twigs."

"Thank you, no need." Ning Zhao lowered his head and glanced at the little boy, pulling his sleeve out of his hand.

"Sister, sister, buy the twigs."

"Need not."

"Sister, you are so beautiful, please buy the flowers."

"The beauty of flowers is more beautiful."

The little boy stuck to Ning Zhao like a candy. Ning Zhao pulled out his sleeve several times, but he didn't give up and grabbed it again.

There were people coming and going around, and the little boy was squeezed to the ground without even notice, and the flowers in the bamboo basket were scattered all over the ground.

He frowned a little face, pointed at Ning Zhao, and started crying while wiping his nose.

"Wow, sister, please push me, all my flowers have fallen."

“Wow, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ning Zhao:...

Are you starting to mess with the car?

Ning Zhao was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he held the scabbard, drew his sword, pointed forward, and moved his movements.

The little boy suddenly stopped crying at the blade that was only one or two inches away from him.

He used his hands and feet to get up from the ground, picked up the flowers on the ground one by one and returned them to the bamboo basket, and bowed to Ning Zhao at a 90-degree angle.

"Sister, I made a mistake. I fell it myself, it has nothing to do with you."

After saying that, he squeezed into the crowd in shame and left by himself.

After some trouble, Ning Zhao finally returned to the mutton soup stall.

Since Ning Zhao got up to chase the little girl, Chu Yu has been following her eyes, so naturally he has not ignored the farce just now.

He coughed lightly, pressed his left fist against his lips, and asked softly, "Is there anything weird?"

Of course there is!

Not to mention the words that made people confused by the fish selling, there are so many people on the street, and no one is dependent on her, so someone must have instructed her.

There were so many people that it was inconvenient to communicate. Ning Zhao blinked his eyes twice, but no answer.

Chu Yu understood it, lowered his eyes, and began to drink the mutton soup in front of him with concentration.

A sudden bang came from a distance, and the crowd suddenly dispersed and was still clamoring.

A middle-aged man shouted, "Pay money! Pay money!"

"I am a poor and miserable mother. Don't you look at the road when you walk? How could you... you just bump into her?"

Hum? What's going on.

Xuan Xiang had already raised his little ears and didn't even care about the mutton soup in front of him. He turned around and supported his head with one hand, looking at the crowd that was slowly huddling together.

Everyone in the outer circle looked at me and I looked at you, stretched their necks and tiptoed, and they were all people eating melons.

This is a young woman, "I didn't! She fell to the ground for no reason."

"She asked me if I wanted a little chicken, and I said no, and she fell down by herself."

This is a young child, "You are lying to others! I saw that grandma was knocked down by you, and you pushed grandma."

It was still the middle-aged man before, "Okay, you actually pushed my mother on purpose. You look clean and elegant. How can you do such a thing?"

"Empress—Wake up quickly..."

The young child cried loudly, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

With a clang, it seemed that a heavy object fell on the ground, accompanied by the saying "If you want to die, go forward!", the crowd suddenly dispersed.

Ning Zhao looked up and saw that in the middle of the excitement were a group of monks wearing white clothes and holding swords in their hands.

An old woman lay on the ground, and a little boy sat aside, constantly shaking the old woman's head, as if this would wake her up.

There was also a middle-aged man who looked at the monk in front of him with his waist on his face, and his bitter melon face was filled with tears.

Ning Zhao was surprised to find that most of these people knew each other.

Lancheng's usual routine - touching porcelain
Chapter completed!