Located at the foot of a hill three to four hundred meters above sea level, the town of Fengle is an important strategic point and hub, because from here it is surrounded by endless mountains and endless plains in front of it.

There are two main streets in the town.

The upper street that is open to traffic is the main street, where the major commercial houses, firewood, rice, oil and salt, and villagers rush to gather.

The lower street that is not open to traffic is the side street, the ordinary residence of ordinary people, elementary and junior high schools, and the township government, and they live here in groups.

Peng Shan's home, located at the intersection of Main Street and Side Street, is a two-story cement building.

The walls of the building, with its neat white rectangular tiles, seem to be almost connected to the equally decorated buildings around it, and it is difficult to tell which window belongs to whom.

The first floor is mainly a catering shop, and Peng Shan's family is mainly engaged in breakfast business, and of course also accepts lunch and dinner. It's just that in comparison, Peng Shan's breakfast shop is already a time-honored brand in this town, although there are two breakfast restaurants in the east and west of the street, but the combined business of the two families is not as good as Peng Shan's family.

On the first day after the National Day holiday, it was not until after eight o'clock that Peng Shan opened her eyes from the warm quilt, got up to brush her teeth and wash her face, and was ready to go downstairs to eat, and then help the family's business.

Peng Shan looked at the hair in the mirror that was dancing on the top of her head because she was sleeping, it was like a chicken nest, she stopped in front of the mirror with her other hand that did not hold a toothbrush, combed the messy hair on the top of her head, and saw that it really needed to be trimmed, so she had to give up, touched the comb in her hand from the side, and began to comb it.

In the past two days, she had to take advantage of the time to go home and cut her hair, Peng Shan was still worried in her heart, raised her head and rinsed mouthwash in her mouth, and then "snapped" and spit in the washbasin.

Walking down the stairs, just take two steps, you can hear the chaotic sound of the crowd downstairs.

Peng Shan was wearing a light pink Dolaiemon sweatshirt with a pair of chubby shoes on her feet, which were plush from head to toe, and at the corner of the stairs, she met her father unexpectedly.

"Hahe!" Peng Shan's father, a somewhat neurotic martial arts brainless fan, wanted to have a son all his life, but God was not beautiful, so he only gave birth to a daughter for him, but despite this, he still raised his daughter as a son.

At this time, the father always likes to play with his daughter, and at this time he learned the routine in Jin Yong's Gulong novel, and one hand seemed to be split on his daughter's head.

"Hey-ha!" is used to being treated as a son, so he naturally has the temperament of a boy, and when he sees that his father is performing a trick that has been the same for thousands of years, what is it difficult to deal with such a sub-plan, saying, Peng Shan crossed his hands on the top of his head, and his father's palms hit the crossed knot.

The father's two calves were still bounced in place, and after not seeing each other for many days, he found that his daughter's kung fu had made great progress, and he was full of joy, and he touched Shan'er's head while trying to bypass his daughter's block.

"He is worthy of being the son of Boss Peng!" Some of the regular customers sitting downstairs were almost eating here, watching Peng Shan grow from babbling to becoming a lady, and naturally they knew the details of the Peng family.

Hearing this shout, almost a dozen tables were filled, and at each table someone stuck their heads out and looked into the staircase aisle.

However, as soon as she heard the voice of Uncle Li in the mobile business hall opposite, Peng Shan also knew that he liked to joke that he was a daughter, and as soon as she emerged from the stairs, she retorted a little unhappily.

"It's a daughter! Uncle Li, you like to talk nonsense! ”

looked at a beautiful embryo on the stairs, and muttered, and couldn't afford to be happy with everyone, and every eater sitting on the field looked at it and laughed.

Peng Shan's mother, at this time, was busy with the orders and checkouts of the guests, and then she was busy making dumplings in the pot, and she was busy watching her daughter so promising, even if she was busy and tired, she felt very comfortable.

Shan'er walked to the counter in three steps and two steps, took the money from the guests, and paid the bills for the guests instead of her mother.

And the father, who had just run upstairs, was carrying two large bags of flour on his left shoulder and a box of eggs on his right shoulder.

As soon as the wife saw that her husband liked to act in front of everyone, she hurriedly dropped the net spoon in the pot and stepped forward to help.

"Look at you! What if you accidentally fall off the stairs one day! While complaining quietly, he hurriedly took a box of eggs, for fear that he would sell the eggs by mistake.

"It's okay! I have the best golden elixir handed down by my ancestors, to ensure that Mr. Peng's medicine is as good as ever when the disease is eliminated! "Uncle Li likes to sing and harmonize with Peng Shan's father the most.

As soon as he heard that someone was going to play a play with him, even if he still had two hundred catties of flour on his shoulder, Boss Peng stood still and hurriedly took over.

"I asked Your Excellency early that his father is a master of martial arts, and he hid in the rivers and lakes early, and he didn't ask about the world, but he didn't know that he was also good at cultivating immortals and alchemy. I don't know if my father has any martial arts cheats in the world, if so, please read it! ”

Hearing this, almost everyone at every table stopped talking and tilted their heads to watch the impromptu performance of the two men.

Uncle Li even put the chopsticks aside and stood up, just moving his mouth is not enjoyable, he must add action, that is called the real martial arts plot.

Uncle Li pretended to raise the long skirt of his pants and said with his hands folded.

"Then you can go far today, the book "The Palm of the Gods" left by my father not only records the art of resurrecting the dead, but also the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth."

"I can't understand the mystery of my father's "Palm of the Gods", since the hero is willing to read it, he will definitely give it another day!"

The cooking pot was already stuffed with mesh spoons, and the noodles in each net spoon were waiting to be put into the bowl, but seeing that her husband was still enjoying herself there, she knew that if she let them continue, she would not be able to break up for three days and three nights, so Peng Shan's mother, without saying a word, stepped forward and grabbed Peng Boss's ear and pulled him down the stairs.

"Woman! Woman! Boss Peng kept shouting in a life-sparing tone, listening to the crowd on the field, laughing for a while, and eating their own breakfast.

Boss Peng went downstairs and stacked two bags of flour on the side of the staircase, and it was not until the cutting board that was pulled to mix noodles that Peng Shan's mother finally let go.