"Xiao Ming, do you have five pieces of ten yuan? Aunt Wang can't find this fifty one!"

People often say, in the cold weather, can not suppress the excitement of the people, you don't look at the cold wind blowing, snowflakes flying, the lid of the pot is lifted, what kind of cold air is dissipated.

Xiao Ming Noodle Restaurant, a noodle restaurant that suddenly rose on West Street, fishing noodles in white water, dripping a spoonful of soy sauce, with exclusive secret ingredients, green onions are sprinkled like this, don't you say, it's quite delicious.

A small shop of more than 40 square meters, with seven or eight tables, will be full of people every night.

"Xiao Ming, do you have ten yuan in change? Aunt Wang can't find this fifty ......?"

"Eh, Aunt Wang, wait a minute!"

I saw the young man throw the dough on the board into the air, and then the kitchen knife rose into the air, the sword light and sword shadow, the knife fell, and the huge dough was cut into a sheet of dough in an instant, and then the young man's iron bowl was connected, and then poured into the hot pot, for a while, the small shop resounded with chaotic applause.

"Good, good, this knife work! No wonder the noodles are so delicious!"

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect to be so young and good at knife work!"

"Oh, don't you know, I pass by here every day after work, and I have to come here to eat a bowl of knife-cut noodles......"

When the noodles were put into the pot, the young man then knocked the kitchen knife in his hand on the board, and smiled at Aunt Wang in front of him: "Ten yuan change, right...... Come on, Aunt Wang, exactly five!"

"Oh, thank you, Xiao Ming! Aunt Wang saw that your knife work has grown again!"

The young man took a full fifty bill and said with a smile: "Hehe, it's all a little trick, if you want to say it's delicious...... I still have to look at Aunt Wang's meat buns!"

"This is the best meat bun I've ever tasted!"

"Haha, it's still Xiao Ming's sweet mouth, you wait! Aunt Wang will send you meat sandwich buns!" Aunt Wang, who is over forty years old, wore a red jacket to hide her face and smiled, then waved her hand and ran back to her store.

Mu Zeming raised the corners of his mouth, stretched out his hand to cover the sweat on his forehead, picked up a colander, took out the boiling noodles in the pot, poured the sauce with the sauce, and turned around and shouted at the store: "A bowl of knife-cut noodles!"

"Phew—this is tonight...... The twenty-second guest. Mu Zeming glanced at his small shop, there should be no business for the time being, sat back on the bench, let out a long sigh of relief, white smoke exhaled, and gradually drifted into the air.

took out his mobile phone and glanced at the time, at 11:35, it was time to close the stall after finishing the business of this house, which usually closed at 11 o'clock, and today is rare on Friday, and the business will be a little better.

The futile feeling of dizziness made Mu Zeming fall to the left, but fortunately he reached out and held the board so that he did not fall, and the sound of 'jingle bells' sounded, and the iron bowls and chopsticks were scattered all over the ground.

"Little master, are you alright?"

"That's it, what's going on?"

Mu Zeming waved his hand and smiled at the guests in the store: "It's okay, it's okay!

Pulling the bench, Mu Zeming hurriedly sat down, held his forehead with one hand, panted slightly, and muttered to himself: "This damn headache, when will it get better!"

After sitting quietly for two minutes, the dizziness gradually dissipated, Mu Zeming stood up again, began to pick up the utensils on the table, and after eating, the guests began to leave one after another.

"Little master, will you be able to open the door tomorrow?"

Mu Zeming subconsciously wanted to open the door, although tomorrow is Saturday, but this is a small business, and he will definitely continue to open it, but when he thought about the headache just now, he swallowed the words in his mouth back.

"I won't open the door tomorrow, I want to rest for two days, if this uncle still wants to eat, just wait for Monday!"

"Okay! You can't eat it every day, otherwise you will get tired of eating the delicacies of the mountains and seas. ”

When the last customer left, the store suddenly fell silent, and Mu Zeming got up and went to clean up the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Snowflakes were flying outside, the store was warm and quiet, and occasionally the sound of meat buns next door could be heard, Mu Zeming raised the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile: "Actually...... It's not bad to live like this. ”

It's just that the sudden sound of gunfire broke all this peace.

"Bang!" gunshots rang out, followed by the roar of dozens of locomotives, and the next moment, the crowds on both sides of the street began to riot......

Blood flew out without warning, pistols, submachine guns, and the sound of all kinds of firearms rang out in vain, that's right, this is not acting on TV, this is a real gangster fight!

The small shops that were originally doing hot business suddenly pulled down the door curtains, and some of them didn't even need the tools for "eating", so they ran desperately to the store, and no one knew anyone when they opened the curtains, obviously, for them, this kind of thing has not happened for the first time.

The shouting at the door of the store made Mu Zeming stunned, and when he looked up, it turned out that it was Aunt Wang shouting at the door: "Xiao Ming, quickly close the door curtain, quickly hide......" Before he finished speaking, he saw Aunt Wang running back to her store.

Mu Zeming raised his eyebrows, although he didn't know what was going on, but he would definitely not be wrong to do it with everyone, and hurriedly ran out of the store to move the tables, chairs and benches outside the store.

At the same time, the battle in the distance gradually approached, and a black sedan suddenly drove out, the window was blazing, and a shuttle of bullets swept by, only to see the crowd on the other side of the street fall one by one.

"Sister Xiao, be careful over there!" shouted the young man in the passenger seat.

The woman in the driver's seat pulled the steering wheel sharply, and the other hand holding the submachine gun reached out the window, and for a while the fire was blazing again, and finally the car stopped steadily with a beautiful drift.

"Haha, dare to eat black with us, this is the end!" the young man laughed arrogantly.

At this moment, only a dull sound came from the roof of the car, followed by a series of rolling sounds of 'dong dong dong'......

The two men in the car looked up and saw a grenade rolling down the roof of the car down the front window.

"Jump out of the car!" the woman's crisp voice sounded.

A moment later, with a "boom!", I saw a violent explosion from the car, and the woman jumped out of the car and rolled towards the side of the road, and the car behind her was still on fire.

"Damn! with a grenade!" the woman tried to get up from the ground, but stumbled and fell back.

At the same time, five white vans suddenly drove up on the street corner in the distance, and dozens of men with guns got out of the cars, apparently, it was the women's opposing gang that came to support first......

Almost the people fell down multiple walls, and the forces on the woman's side were captured in an instant, and a few minutes passed, and the gangster fight that broke out for more than ten minutes finally stopped.

"Yo yo yo! Isn't this the eldest girl of the Xiao family?

A man in a big white jacket with a cigar in his mouth walked over, took a heavy puff of the cigar in his hand, touched his bald head, and said to the woman in the snow: "Do you still want to be an underworld?

Laughter spread through the streets...... Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.