Jia Sanye's departure was in the midst of a sound of three knives.

When Sandao let go of his palm, which was like a scythe of death, Jia Sanye, who was limp on the ground, truly felt the incomparably fresh and cheerful air outside the Compassion Hall for the first time.

He looked at Sandao with horror, and from time to time secretly glanced at his two little brothers, who were unconscious with only one punch and kick. Then, with trembling eyes, he said, "You, you, you, what do you want to do!" His voice trembled like his body, but he still tried to hold on to what little arrogance he had.

"I, Jia Sanye, Jia Sanbiaozi, in this golden city, it's not easy to mess with!" he seemed to be trying in vain to set off his prominent status with his arrogant rhetoric and thought it was to intimidate Sandao. But his tone betrayed the timidity of his heart.

"Biaozi!" Sandao glanced at Jia Sanye, who was still sitting on the ground, and then threw out a few words from his mouth like shaking his nose, "Don't say it in front of you, you don't like to hear it!" Before the words fell, Sandao's right foot had already kicked Jia Sanye's shoulder, "Get out!" He slammed it, like a kicked out right foot, solid and powerful.

Jia San was stunned at first, and then moved his legs backwards consciously. But after a while, Jia San obviously remembered his two younger brothers who were still unconscious. So he got up slowly, hunched over and crawled on all fours like a foraging monkey into the Compassion Hall.

He kept shouting softly in the ears of the two little brothers in an extremely anxious but unwilling tone, and what made him feel a little fortunate but inexplicably disappointed was that the two little brothers were not killed by three knives, they were successfully woken up by him.

The corners of He Xiuxiu's mouth trembled slightly at this time. It seemed to be a smile that came to her lips but was forced back by her. The glittering sparkle in her eyes was gone, and her black pupils projected the embarrassed appearance of Jia San and his two little brothers stumbling away.

It wasn't until a while later that she heard Jia San's arrogant words as originally heard from outside the door, "Stinky boy, you wait for Lao Tzu." Provoke Lao Tzu, I don't have good fruit to eat!"

Immediately afterward, she heard Sandao standing at the door say leisurely, "I'll wait for your fruit to come!"

……

When Sandao entered the door, he saw He Xiuxiu with a faint smile on her face. But it looked like a forced smile. Sandao himself knows very well that this matter will definitely not end like this. It will even be worse because of his actions today.

However, for Sandao, what he did just now was completely instinctive. In other words, it is the innate 'justice' in his bones that is at work.

He Xiuxiu didn't say anything, which made Sandao look a little embarrassed for a while. He obviously didn't want to ask for credit in such a depressing atmosphere, and he didn't know what to say to be comforting.

Although he wanted to know the reason behind this, he would undoubtedly not take the initiative to ask He Xiuxiu about all this.

The silence lasted for a while, and the little brother who came to deliver the food finally broke the somewhat silent deadlock.

"Six boxes of lunches, four of the oldest, a total of fifty!"

The little brother's shouting sounded very sophisticatedly in the store, He Xiuxiu took out fifty yuan from the cash cabinet, and spit out two words like a robot while handing it to the takeaway brother, "Thank you!"

Sandao spread the takeaway on the table, and then watched He Xiuxiu walk out from behind the counter with a confused look. He stared at He Xiuxiu expressionlessly for a while, and it wasn't until He Xiuxiu turned his head to look at him that he said with a straight face: "Did I tell you that I fought very well?"

He Xiuxiu shook her head inexplicably and did not speak.

The atmosphere fell silent again. Sandao felt that he had undoubtedly told a bad joke, not only did not ease the atmosphere, but also seemed to make the atmosphere even more stiff. But just as he was pondering what to say next, He Xiuxiu finally spoke.

"Thank you today!" her tone was a little mournful, and her slightly hoarse timbre was clearly a remnant of the previous choking.

"You're welcome, it should be!" Sandao said and glanced at He Xiuxiu's expression carefully, he didn't want to ask the reason for all this, so he turned his mouth and said, "If you don't feel well, you can go back and rest first." Here I can!"

He Xiuxiu glanced at Sandao in surprise at this time, and then continued, "Thank you!"

She put down the dishes and chopsticks and returned to the back of the counter, her weak eyes passing over Sandao from time to time with a hint of emptiness. It wasn't until Sandao had eaten the five boxes of rice in silence that she gently walked out from behind the counter and cleaned up the table.

This afternoon, He Xiuxiu did not listen to the kindness of the three knives and left the Minsheng Hall to go back to rest. She just sat behind the counter in a daze, her always calm expression making Sandao feel more like a frozen lake. On the surface, the wind is calm, but in fact it is muddy.

Sandao didn't want or dare to disturb this peace, he could only try to construct an answer that satisfied him in endless conjectures.

Thankfully, the passage of time slowly baptized He Xiuxiu's calm and sadness. A hint of anger finally appeared on her face, or a smile.

And this is most likely the result of the hard work of the three knives.

They should probably thank the aunts before them. Because of their casual publicity, the business of Minshengtang has improved a lot. This afternoon, Sandao seemed to be extremely busy.

He Xiuxiu began to help dispense medicines, began to help with inquiries, and began to help collect money. She looked like an apprentice who had just come to the Minsheng Hall, and her words and deeds seemed a little wooden and restrained.

As dinner approached, the shop was finally free. Sandao bought two popsicles in a commissary not far from the store, he handed one to He Xiuxiu, and then sucked the popsicle in his hand while saying with a smile: "When are you going to be so sad?"

He Xiuxiu peeled off the popsicle bag, glanced at the three knives and said expressionlessly: "Where am I sad?"

"Why aren't you sad?" asked Sandao.

"Why am I so sad?" He Xiuxiu asked rhetorically.

"Do you have a sad face there?"

"Where am I sad?"

"Don't you have a sad face?" asked Sandao again.

"I don't have a sad face!" He Xiuxiu replied solemnly.

"Okay, then you can cook!" said Sandao again.

"I don't do it!"

"Then you're sad!"

"What does it have to do with whether I can cook or not!"

"Then you go cook!"

"I don't do it!"

"Then you're sad!"

"I don't have a sad face!"

"Then you go cook!"

"I don't do it!"

"Then you're sad!"

"You~"

……

He Xiuxiu was said to be angry and funny by the three knives. Finally, she shook her hand and said, "Okay, I'll cook, don't regret it." ”

Sandao watched He Xiuxiu approach the kitchen angrily, until he heard the sound of 'crackling' from the kitchen, and Sandao picked up the telephone on the counter with a smile.

"Hey, Min Shengtang! Yes, dinner is still the same as the old four, no need for dinner. Yes!" he said happily to the phone, then hung up the phone and looked back at the kitchen.

"Hey, what's burning!" he began to shout at the top of his voice.