Late at night, Stone Street is a little more noisy than usual.

Driven by the call of the Governor's Palace to celebrate Mo Yu and the people's revelry response, the catering workers of Xiangshan Road also began to work overtime late at night, contributing to the reputation of the old capital as the "city that never sleeps".

It was at this time that Wang Luo returned to his loyal [Meiyuan] and started his night shift life.

ushered in the send-off, I don't know how many waves of guests left, the hustle and bustle on the road to the good began to gradually subside, the boss of Meiyuan saw that there was not much left of the preparations, and there were no new guests coming in, so he beckoned Wang Luo to prepare to close the stall.

However, at this moment, an old man who did not look good reached out and lifted the curtain of the door, paced in, and naturally found a table where no one was there, took a table and sat down, picked up the menu on the table, glanced at it, and then began to order.

"Two skewers of mutton, a plate of pickled radish, a glass of rice wine, and a fried rice."

The shopkeeper hesitated, and was about to say that the store was closed, when he heard Wang Luo already take the first step to greet him: "The mutton skewers are gone, let's change the minced meat and roast eggplant." Boss, one serving of roasted eggplant. ”

"Are you the boss or am I the boss...... shouldn't be hired to work, it's still a pleasure to do it alone. The shopkeeper muttered, but still lit a fire as he said, and took out the box of minced meat that had just been put in from the Xuan Bing.

On the other side, Wang Luo went to the wine vat to scoop the wine for the new guests, and sandwiched a few stacks of radish slices in the pickle box and brought them to the table.

The old man nodded, thanked him, and then skillfully took a pair of wooden chopsticks soaked in the breeze from the chopstick holder, tasted a slice of radish, and nodded again.

"The salt is used very well."

The shopkeeper was taken aback: "Connoisseur." ”

The old man said, "But the knife work is a little worse, and the taste of the radish is not good enough." ”

The shopkeeper then snorted: "You know a fart!" ”

Wang Luo said: "The boss has injured his hand, so the knife work must be worse, if you come back tomorrow, you can try another dish of pickled radish, the new batch is cut by me." ”

The shopkeeper scolded: "What do you mean by working part-time?!" ”

The old man said, "If the meridians of your arm are damaged, you can go to the library of Ningyuan Pavilion to borrow a copy of [Shaoyang Theory], and if you cultivate it to the third level, you can repair the injury." ”

The shopkeeper scolded again: "Grass, how can there be such a cheap good thing, I went to the doctor to see before, and they said that they want to cure the damage to the meridians, at least in a special cave blessed land for half a year, and the cost starts with 200,000 spirit leaves......"

The old man didn't explain more, just silently tasted wine and ate, and when he was halfway through the wine, seeing that the other guests had already left, he suddenly said to Wang Luo: "Can you listen to me tell a story?" ”

Wang Luo was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Of course." ”

Generally speaking, only half of the diners who come to Meiyuan late at night are for oral desire, and the other half are irrepressible desire to pour out.

whining, bragging, and a few drunken remarks...... These are the best side dishes to accompany a drink.

Although the old man in front of him is not good-looking, and his cultivation is mediocre, he comes alone in the middle of the night, and he doesn't look like those migrant workers who work overtime until this time and are hungry until the sky is dark, so he should prefer night chats to supper.

Wang Luo brought a glass of freshly scooped rice wine to the table: "This cup is my invitation, and then start your story." ”

"That's right, I've had a problem lately." The old man said, "I want a guest in the house, a distinguished guest." Then, if you want to welcome guests, you must clean up your home, so as not to let people come to see jokes...... But the children in the family are not sensible, and they prefer to play around at this time, which is a headache. ”

The shopkeeper who was turning the spoon suddenly resonated when he heard this, and he planned to open his mouth to complain, denouncing all kinds of unfilial piety of his daughter, as well as all kinds of pain as a middle-aged widower.

Although he has nothing else in his life, only running a small late-night shop, for some reason, he has a particularly accurate eye for people, and can always lock on the widower in the crowd at a glance, and then resonate with the same kind.

But before he could speak, Wang Luo took the first step and asked, "Your story is really just a story, right?" ”

The old man smiled: "Of course it's a story, otherwise what else can it refer to?" ”

"Okay, then I'll listen to the story."

The old man said: "Children fight, in fact, I don't usually care much, after all, children always have to fight, fight for candy, fight for will, fight for love, and even simply bully." Occasionally, I let them fight as long as it doesn't matter the overall situation, but this time ......"

Wang Luo asked: "This time I lost my etiquette in front of distinguished guests, which made you feel very shameless?" ”

The old man shook his head: "It's true that I lost face, but it doesn't matter, at my age, I don't value face so much." It's just that this fight has implicated my sister......"

The shopkeeper happened to come out with fried rice at this time, and when he heard this, he casually asked, "Oh? Is it pretty? ”

"......," the old man glanced at him, and then said slowly, "she is very beautiful, and she is still young, she and I are not biological brothers and sisters, and many times I see her as if I see my eldest daughter." ”

"It's not easy to raise a daughter." The shopkeeper sighed, shook his head, and went back to the kitchen to burn the eggplant.

The old man nodded, thanked him again, and then continued his story: "My sister has never understood much about human affairs, but she is still smart, and she has always been measured in her daily work, so I am a little lax in my care of her...... And then she did something stupid. ”

Wang Luo also dealt with the work at hand at this time, so he simply scooped up a glass of wine for himself and sat opposite the old man: "What's wrong with her?" ”

"The child fights, but she is too busy to get out of the fight, and the one who pulls is still biased, and the one who helps is still a bad child."

Wang Luo frowned: "Why?" ”

"Because she fell in love with that child many years ago."

"......" Wang Luo took a sip of wine and wanted to ask: I remember you just said that she is still young?

However, the shopkeeper in the back kitchen interrupted Wang Luo's question with a groan.

"I know you so well! What the adopted daughter is most afraid of is that she will fall in love blindly! ”

The old man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this: "That's the truth, but who can stop the word love?" She has been lacking in her heart since she was a child, but she was taken advantage of by others, and her love is deep-rooted, even if she has a family and a room, she refuses to forget it...... I really can't help her. ”

The shopkeeper gasped: ", then you are worse than me!" There is a family and a room...... No, you haven't been cheated out of money, have you? ”

"Not really, bad boys don't have that guts." As the old man spoke, he couldn't help but snort coldly, and an irrepressible chill slightly penetrated the wine glass in his hand, causing the rice wine to freeze for a moment.

It's just that after the chill, there is frustration.

"It's a pity, sometimes I'd rather she be cheated out of money and sex, at least to make her sober a little sober." "Now I can only let her sleep first and forget about the mess," said the old man, "but this is obviously not a long-term solution...... Thinking of this, I really didn't even have the idea of entertaining guests, so I just came out to breathe and find someone to complain. ”

The shopkeeper also sighed: "Alas, as a parent, you always have to worry about your children." ”

Wang Luo, who is not a parent, is difficult to empathize with the two widowers, and when he heard the old man sigh so much, he couldn't help but propose: "In this case, it is better to let her play the picture scroll." ”

(End of chapter)