At that time, the chaos was eaten by Xiao Jiang Ning and Xiao Han Shuibian together after all.

"I said that I would eat it all for you, but in the end, it was half of us, and after all, it was you who lost. Jiang Ning said with a smile.

The bright girl shook her head, her smile bloomed, like a gorgeous epiphany that blooms forever, "Where did you pick up that copper coin, it was clearly stealing from others, and when I woke up the next day, I walked slowly and twisted, and I didn't let the third brother and Xiaofeng touch it to death, so I was obviously beaten, I thought I couldn't see it?"

The girl looked at Jiang Ning with a pair of autumn eyes, and said with a smile: "So, where do I have to suffer?

Jiang Ning shook his head and chuckled: "I still can't hide it from you." ”

Han Shisha is to himself, probably like he is to Que'er, no matter what he does, he will be clearly seen by the other party. Jiang Ning thought.

"How much does Chaos cost?"

The chaos hadn't come up for a long time, Jiang Ning felt bored, so he asked.

"Oh, Sanwen. ”

The Sven stall owner, who was immersed in making wontons, kept responding, but his response was still half a beat slower, and he was still thinking about something else when he was cooking, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

Han Shuisha also noticed the abnormality of that person, but he reacted in the same way as Jiang Ning, and didn't want to ask too much, but said with a smile: "Over the years, many things have become more expensive, and this wonton is still the same." ”

"How can there be?" Jiang Ning said with a smile: "Some time ago, I ate a bowl of chaos in Cloud City, and it wasn't Yuan Food, so I asked for a full eight cents, that is, our stall owner is sincere." ”

Jiang Ning and Han Shisha didn't talk loudly, but they didn't deliberately lower it, the stall was empty, and there was no one else within a radius of five steps except for three people, and the shopkeeper of Sven naturally heard it.

The hot and white chaos filled a big bowl, Jiang Ning and Han Shui were separated from the corner of the table from left to right, competing for the chaos in the bowl, and the simple meal was in full swing.

On the crowded streets, there are mostly poor people coming and going, and there are not many beautifully dressed people like Jiang Ning and Han Shuibian, so naturally they become particularly conspicuous.

When the two of them came before, the pedestrians unconsciously moved out of the way.

Now seeing the two of them shivering at the stall where no one cares about only ordering a bowl of wontons, there are those who are curious, those who despise it, and more people simply feel that the current rich people are really knocking on the door.

Only the Nasven stall owner is different.

After serving the wontons, he walked to the side, found a table and sat down, and quietly looked at the two people eating, and his slightly cloudy eyes were as clear as the ice lake in the small world, and the rocker was much straighter.

The Sven man slowly took out a sharp knife from his waist, which was not a kitchen knife for cooking, but a short knife used to kill.

It's not something that a cook or a Svender should have on him.

Jiang Ning, who was eating, and Han Shuibian were still competing for the bowl of wontons, as if there was nothing

Become aware of.

The stall owner walked slowly to the stove, looked down at the short knife in his hand and was stunned.

The festive sound of the flute fork and suona suddenly sounded from the corner of the street, and the rubber wheel car of the three horses was accompanied by the crackling sound of the red firecrackers from far and near, and the Sven stall owner was still facing the stove, with his back to the street, looking at the short knife with ox ears in his hand in a daze.

Only the trembling arms revealed the unrest in his heart.

Under the light of the fire on the stove, Sven's stall owner's expression was sometimes hideous and sometimes calm, and the gray smoke from the burning wood was choking on tears.

His calves trembled, and several times he couldn't resist some temptation to turn around, but after all, he just stood there fixedly, his feet seemed to be rooted in the ground, and he didn't want to turn back no matter what.

Neighbors and pedestrians walked in to get some joy, and from time to time pointed at the Sven stall owner, but the curious did not, the despised, the regretful, and the pitiful abounded.

Today she remarried.

For the first time, it was to marry him.

That year, when he held her hand, he also had the so-called 'death and life are broad, and Zicheng said'.

He was happy.

He is a poor scholar, but she is the pearl of a solid family.

Her father disagreed and wanted to marry her to her cousin, but she didn't agree, so she ran out with him, studied together, and sold chaos together.

At first he disagreed.

The door is not right, the door is not right.

Gossip is disturbing, she doesn't care, he does.

He didn't care about others poking his backbone and saying that a toad wanted to eat swan meat, but he cared about her name in the gossip.

But he couldn't resist her, and with a little selfishness, he finally agreed.

It's just that happiness is as everyone expected, once the novelty passes, all that remains is the sporadic trivialities of tea, rice, oil and salt.

This kind of pressure, how could she have endured it without worrying about food and clothing?

She didn't understand that in an ordinary family like them, even fairy-like people had to wear aprons to do things after marrying into women.

The poor have a hard time, the sunny day is too sunny, the rainy day is too cold, and there is no romance at all.

She really loved him, patiently, for a day, two days, a year, two years, and didn't leave.

It's just that as the days go by, the smiles on her face become less and less, less and less, until finally, the two stand in front of each other, and after all, it becomes a nightmare of looking at each other and hating each other.

In the third year, she quietly returned to her parents' home.

The reason is very simple and straightforward, in the third imperial examination, he fell behind again.

I thought it was just a quarrel between the two, but I didn't think about it for a while, and she would naturally come back when she was angry.

But she didn't.

It wasn't until later that he heard that her cousin didn't dislike her and had been with others, and she decided to live with her cousin.

Even the book was asked for by her father-in-law, and since then, she has never returned to this impoverished home.

The wonton shop still has business, but he is indignant

When I went to my father-in-law's house, I was kicked out without entering the door, and the neighbors heard his cruel words about killing.

"That Qiao'er is also stubborn, Xiucai said that she wanted to kill people, and the family persuaded her to change her route when she greeted her relatives, and if she couldn't kill her, she said that if she made a fuss, she would always inevitably lose people's interest, but she wanted to pass through this street, and she wanted him to kill her to be happy. ”

"This is the depth of love and hate in the legend, right?"

The procession of greeting relatives walked slowly, and the Sven stall owner still only had his back to the street, until the cousin rode past the wonton stall on a red horse, and he did not turn around.

(End of chapter)