"Yes!" The man of Ah Cai's brush brush was turning backwards, which was the action that had been poured into his bone marrow.

"Old man, please wait!" Ye Qianlong said to the old man who had already stood up and was about to leave.

"What? Liar, are you angry and want to bully us? The girl with a ponytail looked at the fortune teller who also stood up, and then said with a pair of beautiful little eyebrows.

"No, no, I remembered, my fortune telling hexagram number today is full, and today you are my fourth guest, so the calculation is always wrong!" Ye Qianlong gestured with four fingers and said.

"Liars and liars, we have been outside your store for nearly 30 minutes, and there are already more than 7 people who come to your store to tell fortunes, how can we be the fourth of your fortune tellers today!" The little girl with a ponytail said with a red face, as if she had no good impression of the bad guy who had been deceiving her grandfather, if she hadn't brought the military dog here today, it is estimated that she would have let the dog bite her.

Ye Qianlong's face was embarrassed for a while, and then he said again to the old man on crutches, "Please wait a moment, I'll call someone who is a little more powerful than me down to help you calculate, okay?" ”

The little girl with a ponytail wanted to open her mouth to spray people, but the old man's hand touched her granddaughter's head dotingly, then nodded at Ye Qianlong, and walked back to the chair and sat down.

Ye Qianlong smiled at the old man, and then shouted in a loud voice: "Stinky boy, I still want to eat sticky cakes, Dad's skills have been peeled!" Don't get out of here! ”

Ye Qianlong finished shouting, and then looked at the various awards hanging on the wall of the store, all kinds of "Three Good Students" awards, these small parts are the awards that his old fairy father secretly found someone to make, and the other big duties are real honors.

Speaking of which, it can be regarded as a tragedy, I am the second oldest man in the family, and I sit on a stool every day to tell fortunes.

According to the old immortal's father, "Ye Qianlong, your name is the worst, I have the name of the old immortal!" Ye Fan has the name of a little fairy, and the fortune-telling business of the store will be handed over to you in the future, it doesn't matter if you miscalculate and be slapped in the face, your only advantage is that your skin is thick enough. Lao Tzu can't catch up with your only advantage in the rest of your life, you close your eyes and let it go, say it wrong, and I and Ye Fan are two people to support it, and the store can't collapse! ”

"Oo......oo

"Little rabbit, I'll leave it to you, I'll go up and see how the sticky cake is steaming!" Ye Qianlong looked at his son, who had already gone downstairs, and then said to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan glanced at the old man on the chair opposite, and the old man was also looking at Ye Fan, as for the little girl with a ponytail, she wanted to scold this person who was not a few years older than herself, little liar.

Ye Fan tidied up his clothes, then showed a smile, sat on the chair belonging to the fortune teller, and put away the strange equipment used by Ye Dad's fortune telling on the table, some of which were bamboo chips and some copper coins......

These equipment are all used to delay time and observe words and colors, obviously Ye Fan felt that they were an eyesore, so he put them in the drawer.

The old man looked at the young man who was packing up in front of him, and looked at the look in his eyes that felt superfluous, and suddenly there was a trace of expectation in the old man's heart, of course, this expectation had just turned into disappointment in Ye Qianlong.

"Crocodile, Lao Ye, your equipment is really advanced, everything is collectible, everything is designed to a point, you even treat the rattle for babies as your own equipment, you cow fork!" Ye Fan turned his head and said to the staircase, because Ye Fan knew that Ye Qianlong was eavesdropping on the stairs, and he didn't go to the second floor to see how the steamed cake was doing.

"Wow, ......" Ye Qianlong's footsteps going upstairs came again, but this time it seemed to be very hard.

"Hey, little liar, don't hang out with your old liar, can you? Is it fun to lie to people? The key is whether it can be a little more advanced! The little girl who looked as good as the jade in the ponytail said to Ye Fan, who picked up the rattle in her hand.

“。。。。” Ye Fan was despised by a little child, and glanced at the little girl speechlessly, and found that the fate of this little girl was good, a little bumpy but rich.

"Old Man Li, everything is fate, why do you have to wrestle with fate?" Ye Fan put the rattle in his hand back on, pushed the drawer back, then raised his head to look at the old man, and said slowly.

"Cut! The little liar thought that when the old liar went up the stairs just now, he told you that our surname was trying to deceive us, and I had already seen through it! The little girl with a beautiful melon seed face in a ponytail said to Ye Fan, who was dressed as a ghost.

When Ye Fan heard the little girl's evaluation, he almost didn't sit down, and he was about to fall off the stool directly, with such sharp words, it can be imagined that Lao Ye (Ye Qianlong) suffered just now, and he must be counted as being pointed out.

Ye Fan couldn't help but think that the voice of Lao Ye's voice just now was indeed full of anger.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan suddenly laughed, this job is fortunate that Lao Ye has a thick skin, otherwise he would have drilled the floor a long time ago.

"What are you laughing at, do you still want to lie to my grandfather?" The little girl with a ponytail glared at Ye Fan, and her mouth showed a neat little tooth.

"Xiaoci, let grandpa talk to this little brother." The old man on crutches doted on the ghost and the clever granddaughter said.

"Oh." The little girl named Xiaoci then closed her mouth and stared at Ye Fan seriously, wary of the old man being deceived and abducted and sold to help him count the money.

"Little brother, what do you call it?" The old man on crutches looked at Ye Fan again and asked kindly.

"Ye Fan." Ye Fan looked at the little girl who was still staring at him, and then touched the tip of his nose and said.

"You can call me Li Lao, this is my granddaughter Xiaoci, you just asked me, why do you want to wrestle with fate, how to understand this sentence? Where did it come from? The old man's originally hazy presbyopia eyes instantly became as sharp as an eagle, staring sharply at Ye Fan.