Wang Luo's proposal shocked the two late-night widowers at the same time.

"No, Xiao Wang, the work in your hands is indeed hard, but why are you so unreasonable......"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong.

"That, when you said that when you were working here, I only treated you as Xiao Wang...... Don't go back. ”

On the other side, the old man was also unexpected, and after being silent for a long time, he asked, "Too virtual painting scroll?" What does this say? ”

Wang Luo explained: "I also recently heard from Fang Qingqing, saying that the few little sisters who played with her suddenly went to play with Mingzhou...... The man over there is handsome and warm, 10,000 times stronger than the goods in reality, and some people have lost their dowry in order to draw men. ”

After hearing this, the old man thought for a long time: "So what is your story trying to illustrate?" ”

"Let your sister who is crazy about love play with the code name Mingzhou, maybe the symptoms will get better."

The old man thought for a long time: "Are you serious? ”

Wang Luo asked rhetorically: "Why do you think I'm joking?" ”

"......," the old man couldn't help but fall silent, and after a long time, he said, "It would be too absurd to rely on that kind of ethereal, artificially sketched illusion to cover up reality." ”

Wang Luo said: "Is it more absurd than falling in love with a married man for many years, and not even being cheated of money and sex?" ”

The old man suddenly looked stunned: "What does it mean that you can't even be cheated of money and sex!?" ”

Wang Luo explained: "Because listening to your description, I feel that she is more anxious than him. ”

"Nonsense! She doesn't know anything about male and female love at all, what's there to rush about!? ”

The shopkeeper explained: "Brother, you are wrong, girls are always sensible earlier than you think, and much earlier than you want!" Believe me, when you think she might be in love, she's often taken down! ”

The old man's face began to turn blue: "Nonsense! She was just born lacking some of the necessary sensibilities, so ......"

"So wouldn't it be appropriate for her to go to the Void Scroll to seek healing? The good men over there are all carefully designed to meet the normal or abnormal emotional needs of all kinds of people. Wang Luo said, "Otherwise, do you want to find some young talents with the right skills to fill in the gaps for her?" ”

The old man was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice, "Isn't it right?" ”

At this time, the shopkeeper couldn't listen anymore: "Brother, don't blame me for saying something ugly: what did the young talent do wrong and want to take over your family's disabled plate?" ”

"She's not disabled!"

"A brain disability is also a disability."

Seeing that the old man was about to boil with anger, Wang Luo hooked his hand and served him another plate of braised peanuts, which immediately suppressed his anger.

The shopkeeper also felt that his words were a bit excessive, scratched his head, and simply went to the back kitchen to make a small dish, which was not only his own working meal, but also a compensation for the old man.

The old man was sharp-eyed, looked at Wang Luo's palm, and asked, "Is your hand hurt?" ”

Wang Luo looked at his severed finger and said with a smile: "A small injury, it will be healed in two days." ”

"Oh, that's good." The old man paused and said, "It's too vain...... I'll find out. ”

"It's just a suggestion, it doesn't seem like you have any other reliable methods anyway, and it doesn't hurt to try home remedies."

When the two said this, they saw that the shopkeeper suddenly brought out a few plates of mixed vegetables with his hands and feet, and said generously while leaning to the table: "Actually, sometimes you might as well think about opening a little, anyway, my daughter always has to run away with someone, and a bad boy is a bad child, in the eyes of parents, that stinky boy is not a little bad?" Speaking of your daughter, oh no, who is your sister fanciing, making you so worried? Do you have a room at home? ”

The old man glanced at the shopkeeper and was a little puzzled: "I heard that the Meiyuan boss of Xiangshan Road is a person who is very good at chatting. ”

The shopkeeper laughed: "It's all the neighbors." ”

Wang Luo kindly reminded: "He didn't praise you." ”

"Huh? Is it? Come, eat first, this is the appetizer I originally left for myself, the menu is hidden, and the average regular customer can't eat it! ”

The old man nodded, took a pair of chopsticks to fry the fish, and commented on the craftsmanship, so that the atmosphere on the table returned to normal.

Then the shopkeeper asked, "Hey, you haven't said it yet, who is your sister's eye?" Don't be some gangster, right? Or is it gambling on dogs and domestic violence? ”

The old man sighed: "It's a half-dead man." ”

"Huh?"

"He was fighting with people, and someone lit a cannon next to his head, and he didn't die, but he was too frightened and couldn't wake up, and it was no different from dead."

The shopkeeper smiled: "Then what are you worried about!" There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, and you are still afraid of your daughter, oh, don't you have a dead heart for your sister? ”

The old man sighed: "It's not been a year or two since she was dead set on that bad boy, it's not that I'm worried about this, I'm worried that she will have a sense of revenge against the child who lit the firecracker." ”

The shopkeeper was even more curious when he heard this, so he wanted to ask, but at this time, the old man waved his hand: "Please make another fried rice." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned, then he got up straight and went to the back kitchen, starting with steamed rice and meticulously making fried rice.

At this time, there were finally no idle people waiting in the hall, and the old man's gaze at Wang Luo was also a little more dignified.

Wang Luo smiled: "The story is finished? ”

But before the old man could nod, he suddenly saw another person walk in at the door, and the man had already greeted enthusiastically while lifting the curtain.

"Brother Wang Luo, I heard that you were working here, so I came to you directly, we haven't seen each other for a long time...... I'll tell you, I just heard a big news. ”

With a hearty voice, a striking young man with blond hair and blue eyes who was as big as two people walked in with heavy steps.

"Yo, this old man is your friend?" Zhang Fuhong walked in the door and saw the old man at Wang Luo's table, so he arched his hand to him, "Under Zhang Fuhong, yes, it is the youngest son of the loser who is the richest man on Stone Street." ”

The old man glanced at him and couldn't help sighing: "It seems that today's story can only be told here." ”

Zhang Fuhong was stunned when he heard this: "Eh, it seems that I came at the wrong time?" ”

Wang Luo said: "No, you came at the right time. ”

“？” Zhang Fuhong blinked a pair of blue eyes like mung beans, "What's the matter, so solemn?" ”

Wang Luo said: "This old man has a distinguished guest coming to the door today, but the children in the family are making trouble, and one child was put on his head and lit a cannon fight, which made him ......unconscious."

Zhang Fuhong was inexplicable when he heard it: "This goes directly to Qingping Division, you should arrest people, you should lose money...... No, your story feels like you're referring to it! Welcome guests today, and then the children at home ......"

As he spoke, Zhang Fuhong's gaze swept back and forth on the faces of the old man and Wang Luo, and soon swept cold sweat on his forehead.

"No, I...... I just remembered that I had something important, so I won't eat with you brother first. Zhang Fuhongqiang laughed like crying, and after a while, he said, "That, can you help me, I can't stand up a little." ”

(End of chapter)