"Little beggar."

Yan'er pointed at Truman and screamed in surprise.

Then she turned her head again and shouted to her mother, "Mother, the little beggar who eats white food is here again." ”

In the morning, I went to the Shangshan Martial Arts Hall, and now it is very late to arrive at this steamed bun stall.

So in front of this stall, except for the mother and daughter, there are no other diners.

Hearing her daughter's words, the woman who was cleaning up the table naturally looked over.

Her face did not show the girl's shock and hatred, but a faint smile.

Truman coughed lightly, ignoring the girl's yelling, and walked straight to the stall and sat down.

Seeing that the little beggar ignored herself, Yan'er was furious and followed him to the table.

She slapped the table vigorously and said, "Little beggar, we took pity on you yesterday and let you go, don't think that there will be such a cheap thing in your day, and we will not give you food again." ”

"So, either you take the money out, then leave quickly, don't disturb me and my mother to collect the stall."

"Hey, little beggar, did you hear me?"

Seeing that the little beggar didn't make any moves, Yan'er slapped the table again and said angrily.

She had studied martial arts, so when she slapped it, the small table shook and shook the chopsticks on the table, and the chopsticks were scattered aside.

Silently putting away the chopsticks scattered around him, Truman slowly took out a silver ticket from his arms and threw it on the table.

Yan'er had naturally seen this kind of silver ticket, and just a month ago, she had a lot of this kind of silver ticket in her pocket, but since his father used all the money to buy food two months ago, she has never seen such a large ticket again.

"One hundred taels?"

Yan'er's eyes lit up, and she hadn't seen her for two months, but the hundred taels were still as smooth and bright as before.

Yan'er swallowed her saliva and said, "Little beggar, no, guest officer, I don't know what you need to eat?" ”

Yan'er's face had changed from hatred to compliment the moment she saw this hundred taels.

Looking at the girl's transient pretty face, Truman smiled slightly and said magnificently: "Take everything you have here." ”

"Guest, please wait."

Glancing at the silver ticket on the table, Yan'er answered, and ran happily in the direction of the boiler.

It was as if yesterday's events had never happened.

Her mother had already prepared steamed buns and was walking towards this side, and on the way, Yan'er cut off her beard directly, snatched the steamer in her wife's hand, and came towards Chumen.

Along the way, she carefully cared for the steamer, for fear that she would accidentally knock it to the ground.

"Guest officer, you eat slowly, if it's not enough, I'll go and pack it for you."

Truman, who fought with Xiaoya, was already hungry, so the moment Yan'er brought it, he ate a lot.

His eating appearance is undoubtedly ugly, but Yan'er's eyes are completely locked on the silver ticket at this time, and she has no time to pay attention to his eating appearance.

Yan'er has obviously reached the point of fanaticism about this silver ticket, and at this time, she is not only locked on this silver ticket, but her two little hands have also begun to move.

She slowly reached for her hand.

But before she could touch the silver ticket, she was broken by a hand.

It was her mother who came over with a bowl of water.

Trumen naturally didn't notice Yan'er's small movements, but after looking up at the mother and daughter, he ate by himself.

"Looks like I'm wrong."

The woman said slowly: "You are not really down, you were in such a state yesterday that you must have just been in a battle." ”

Hearing her words, Truman raised his head and looked at her suspiciously.

"Don't get me wrong, my husband is also a martial artist, so he also knows a little about the situation of your martial artists."

I see, Truman didn't think much about it, just buried his head in eating.

Seeing that the young man in front of her did not mean to speak, the woman was silent for a moment, but then said again.

"If my guess is correct, your strength should be around the seventh and eighth ranks, right?"

After she finished speaking, Yan'er shouted without any image, and she said in surprise: "What? Did he get to the seventh or eighth class? ”

Ignoring Yan'er's words, the woman smiled lightly and said, "Guest officer, am I right?" ”

The momentum of Truman's gnawing on the bun had long since stopped, and he looked at the woman again.

True Qi flowed slowly, and the very vague woman's body probed around, and after confirming once again that this woman did not have any martial arts, Trumen asked: "It seems that Madame's understanding of martial artists is not only so simple?" ”

"My surname is Miao." She smiled lightly, acquiescing to Truman's words.

"Mrs. Miao."

"Sir, you can call me that." She still smiled.

Nibbling on the buns, Chumen said lightly: "I originally thought that Mrs. was just an ordinary stall owner, but I didn't expect to know such about martial artists." ”

"Madame wants to know something from me?"

Truman said directly what was in her heart.

Hearing the former say this, Mrs. Miao also knew that she was too eager, and smiled slightly, using this to hide her embarrassment.

"The guest officer thinks too much, there are two people in the family who are martial artists, and the concubine has never studied martial arts, but she also wants to talk to them, so I just want to know more about the thoughts of martial artists."

"Oh!" Although Truman had some thoughts about the former's remarks, he didn't say much, just picked up the steamer that had been eaten up and said, "Mrs. Miao, can you have two more steamed buns." ”

Mrs. Miao smiled again, and no longer looked at Truman, but just said that the guest officer waited for a while and left the place.

Mrs. Miao left, and Yan'er naturally became active.

She sat directly on the bench next to her, and whispered, "Little beggar, you are really a martial artist above the seventh rank." ”

Looking at the former's round eyes of curiosity, Truman did not deny it, and nodded while drinking water.

"Wow, you're really seventh-class, you're about to catch up with my father, little beggar, how old are you, if you're less than thirty, then you're a genius."

Yan'er said in surprise.

Truman looked at the girl in front of him, staring at the silver ticket and then at him.

Yan'er's attitude has long changed, with a youthful and beautiful smile on her face, and she has lost her naughty state yesterday at all.

"Your father?"

Truman grasped this important point.

Speaking of her father, Yan'er became even more excited, and her eyes were full of adoration.

She did not shy away from saying: "Hey, hey, my father is amazing, you are the seventh rank, but my father is at the eighth level, he is very powerful, all the uncles and uncles in the family together can't beat him." ”