Chapter 197 197 Small business, no credit
“It’s Mu Dayan!”
“My God! What to do? I’m a small business.”
“Shhh, be quiet, it will be miserable if he hears that your stall is smashed. Let him have an overlord meal, and if he is happy, he will leave.”
“Yes, it’s okay to save money and avoid disasters, just save a little money.”
The whispers of the crowd fell into Mu Hanyan’s ears without missing a word. Mu Han twitched the corner of his cigarette, extremely speechless. Is she so unwelcome now? Listening to these words, I feel like a plague god. This is really the live version that no one loves.
Mu Hanyan turned to look at the street stall, wanting to see what to eat. After meeting the vendor’s eyes, the vendor squeezed out a smile, and said with a trembling voice: “Master Mu, what do you want to eat, whatever you want, for free.” This smile is more ugly than crying.
Mu Hanyan let out a cold air in his nose: “I don’t have any appetite when I see you.” After speaking, he continued to walk forward.
The peddler breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he had no appetite for what Mu Dawan said and left, he was really happy. If Mu Dawan had eaten at his stall early and didn’t pay for it, it would be horrible if he just threw his stall off if he didn’t think it was delicious, it would be a possession for his family.
Mu Hanyan walked all the way, and the vendors on the road were silent and dare not move.
Mu Hanyan walked for a while and saw a small stall selling wontons. This is this restaurant. In my impression, the wontons in this restaurant taste very good. At the moment there were two other people eating at the stall. After Mu Hanyan sat down, the expressions of those two changed. I didn’t care about the wontons in the bowl, so I dropped a few copper plates and ran away.
The owner of the stall is an old couple. The old woman saw that Mu Hanyan was coming, her face changed, she squeezed out a smile, and was about to speak, but the old man murmured at Mu Hanyan, “Small business, no credit! You can take money if you want to eat, no Let the money go!”
As soon as she said this, the old woman’s face turned white, she slapped her slap on the old man’s back: “You can’t be mad, this is Mu Dawan… This is Lord Mu, Mu Da of the City Lord’s Mansion. The son.” Although the two sons of Lord City Lord are all the same, they are very easy to identify. Because there is a red mole in the middle of the forehead of the old man, who else is not Mu Dawan? Look at the vendors around you who are avoiding snakes and scorpions. What else do you not understand?
“Daddy, good morning, what do you want to eat? Hey, I’m confused. We only have wontons. Daddy will come two bowls?” The old woman forced a smile and asked cautiously.
“Here are two bowls.” Mu Hanyan answered with a grin.
“What are you doing with the pestle? The old immortal, hurry up and cook!” The old woman slapped the old man on the back again, but all the fools could hear the worry in her tone.
What are you worried about? As soon as his worried wife had a temper, he worked against Mu Dawan. Are there any good results?
“Let’s talk about it first. I don’t want to buy or sell on small books. I don’t want to pay for it… Ouch, old lady, I’ll fight again. You will be killed sooner or later.
“This has been fighting for decades, hasn’t it been killed yet?”
“Hey, I know you are reluctant.”
“Don’t be silly, let’s cook wontons. Hurry up, we will rely on you for the coffin.”
“This person eats free food, how can we save the coffin?” The old man muttered unconvinced.
“One less board, can’t we pick it up by ourselves?” The old woman scolded with arms akimbo.
Hahaha, Mu Hanyan finally couldn’t help laughing.
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