Snort··· ！

On the burning stove, there is a hot oil pan.

A middle-aged man in a large black kitchen coat gently slides the finished dough cake into the pan from the side.

Almost the next moment, the dough that was rolling in the pan floated up, taking on a burnt yellow color and exuding a charming oily aroma.

The long chopsticks were tumbling in the oil pot, and the seemingly ordinary middle-aged suddenly had a momentary pause.

"Boss, two more oil dumplings and one oil cake. ”

"Five dollars, right! I've swept it for you!" the frequent visitor greeted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man suddenly showed a sincere and down-to-earth smile on his face, and then wrapped up the things requested by the guest and handed them over.

"Lao Wang, the dishes you want, put them here for you, remember to settle the bill in two days." The half-old man who delivered the ordered dishes, with the usual cunning, put the dishes down and left.

Beside Lao Wang, the middle-aged woman who looked rude, fat, and hateful didn't care if she was in front of the public, so she couldn't help but get angry and said, "Lao Wang, are you playing cards with Lao He again?"

"How many times have I said it, he is not a good thing, every time the dishes are delivered, they are either short catties or less than two catties, or they are inferior, and the price is not cheap. Are you pig-brained, or are you gnawed by a dog, and you just take care of his business?"

"Don't say two good things about you all day long, you won't know the east, the south, the north, the west, the south, the north, the west, the south, the north, the west, the east, the west, the north, the west, the They're taking it for fools!"

"What's the matter? Are you deaf?"

"You say you, you know the fried cakes, you know the fried cakes, you are dozens of years old, and you still have no interest at all. Yujiao next door also changed to an electric car a few days ago, and I asked you to change to an electric three-wheeler, but you are not happy. I know that I have repaired your broken three wheels, and I haven't let it breathe a sigh of relief after ten years, what's the matter? You still plan to use it as a burial companion!"

The anger of the middle-aged woman seems to be greater than the boiling oil in the oil pot.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he called a gushing.

In just a few words, it has already diverged 108,000 miles from the topics that were first spoken.

The chatter is all trivial in life.

And these trivialities, whatever the cause, what the process is.

The final result all fell on Lao Wang, in short, Lao Wang was wrong.

And Lao Wang seems to be used to this.

Like an old gas bag.

Just keep kneading the dough and then put the kneading cake in the pan.

Looking at the fierce middle-aged woman, the old customers who originally planned to come over to take care of the business also avoided it from afar, as if they were afraid that they would lift the oil pot and be splashed with oil in the fight.

"Do, do, do it, stupid cow and stupid horse, you know how to die!"

"Won't you be a little more flexible? You're still doing it when there's no one, doing so much, and you'll eat it when you go back?"

"Lao He is not a good thing... If you are half cunning with him, I will go to worship the Bodhisattva!"

"Ouch... I'm really miserable, why was I blind in the first place, marrying such a useless thing as you!" The middle-aged woman continued.

Although he said that he was wronged, the expression on his face was fierce.

On the one hand, the dishes sent by Lao He were picky.

While cleaning up the stalls, he swept away all the garbage around the stalls, and wiped the two tables without oil.

Then he carried half a bag of defective products, and said to Lao Wang without looking back: "I'll go to Lao He to change it, and you take care of the stall yourself." Remember to collect money, keep your ears on it, don't miss the order!"

After the middle-aged woman left, a bunch of people gathered around.

A vegetable vendor said, "Lao Wang, if I were you, I wouldn't be able to bear it." If this is the case for my daughter-in-law, she will go back and slap her with a big mouth. ”

Another peddler laughed and said, "Don't blow it!" Last time I saw it, when your wife picked durians, your face was blue and your legs were trembling. ”

"Lao Wang, according to me, you can also learn some new tricks, make some gimmicks at will, change the soup without changing the medicine, and the price will double. The more money you earn, the more your tigress will be safe. The old man who sold pears on the other side said from Lao Wang and gave him ideas.

Lao Wang just smiled innocently and didn't talk.

Keep your head down and work hard.

However, since the middle-aged woman left, business at this small breakfast stall has improved again.

Decades of reputation and craftsmanship are known in this old market.

Pointing to this bit of word-of-mouth and craftsmanship to make a fortune, don't think about it.

However, with this thing, even if the market is poor, it is definitely not difficult to mix food and clothing.

In the surrounding market, everything is boiling and noisy, and everything is perfectly harmonious.

What no one can see is that Lao Wang... This ordinary and ordinary early master is the core of the entire vegetable market, the entire city, the entire country, the whole world and even the entire universe.

The core is hidden.

Lao Wang··· Not mortal!

He's a saint!

Standing at the very top of the multiverse, he has everything he knows, and he is always aware of more unknown existences.

Sage··· Why sell breakfast in a grocery market, which looks vulgar, filthy, and messy?

This question is asked in reverse.

Why can't a saint sell breakfast in a vulgar, filthy, messy vegetable market?

Where should he not be here?

On the top of a high mountain?

In the misty clouds?

In a palatial palace?

Or is it in the unknown space of nothingness and mystery?

What is the special significance of all this?

For the saint, it simply does not matter where and in what way he appears.

Because they can be omnipresent and be anything possible in this world at the same time.

At this time, what Lao Wang was thinking in his heart, of course, was not the insult of a middle-aged woman.

That ignorant, vulgar, ugly, fat, and flawed fat black woman, no matter how vicious her mouth was, was all about him in her heart.

Such a woman used to be young, lively, beautiful and bumpy, but it was the bitterness and spicinessness of life that tossed her into a more powerful appearance than a man.

Even if, as a husband and wife on the surface, they are over forty years old, but they still have nothing.

This vulgar woman, no matter how ugly and noisy the scolding, flexibly avoided this point, and did not poke Lao Wang's pain.

Of course, as a saint, Lao Wang is not unable to give birth, but he just doesn't want to!

Just as he endured all the ills of this woman, he had no real selfish love for her at all.

Not even the love between relatives.

All performances are just some kind of natural judgment made in accordance with the emotions around you.

It is not that the saints have no descendants.

It's just... If you want to make the saint truly emotional, you have the idea of giving birth to descendants, but it is really not easy.

In the heavens and all the worlds, there are very few men or women who can have this ability.

"The fattened fish are about to jump out of the pond!" another piece of oil cake went down the oil pan.

The sound of frying seemed to contain some hideous roar.

He was embarrassed to teach others. ”

"It's so boring!"

"Clumsy technique, crude lies, not firm determination, and self-righteous pride. These are too shallow, and he has tried his best to overestimate us, but he still underestimates us. It's all because there are limits to imagination. And we... But above his limits. Lao Wang kneaded the dough, and when he pulled it, a big dough cake was pulled apart.

"Alas, Lao Wang, make me a brown sugar bag! I've been a relative in the past two days, and I'm not feeling well, get some brown sugar to make up for it!" A woman who looks to be in her forties, but is still wearing heavy makeup, with a thick layer of powder on her face, but her chest is half open, revealing two stiff and snow-white chest muscles.

Next door to the vegetable market is the 'Men's Supper' street.

It used to be a golden nest for the entire central region of the country.

How many young and beautiful girls are working hard for their dreams there.

Later, after the official TV report was revealed, the market languished.

The young and beautiful are gone, and the rich and well-connected bosses are gone.

Naturally, the aspiring young people who came to dream and let go of their ideals also followed and went to distant places... Go to the next dream.

There are only some, who have no market competitiveness left.

Ah Song is one such left-behind 'woman'.

When she came to the city, she was a teenage girl.

At that time, a dance and a would cost you a pack of cigarettes.

In the context of inflation and rapid price increases, Ah Song, who only knows how to save money and does not know how to invest, is almost equivalent to working for half his life in vain.

When the market rose, her market was not good.

So she can't do without this city, this place.

Because, here, she can still have some old customers, and some nostalgic bosses, sometimes come back to her to relive old dreams, or even just chat.

Leaving here, she was left with nothing.

"Ason, you haven't broken it yet? If you want me to say, if you break it off earlier, you can earn an extra week a month. The vegetable vendor on the side said in a mocking tone.

It doesn't seem to contain any malice, it's just a teasing tone, but there is a certain condescending attitude brewing in essence.

Ah Song didn't say anything, directly took out a pack of women's cigarettes, then took out one, and threw a flattering look at Lao Wang.

"Lao Wang, borrow a fire!" She fell in love with Lao Wang's steadfastness and hard work, and the most important thing was that he was physically strong, so she wanted to pry the corner of the middle-aged woman.

You don't have to get married.

At this age, it doesn't matter if you get married or not, you just want to have a companion for the rest of your life.

Some time ago, an old customer when she was young, the boss who had also 'maintained' her for a while, suddenly committed suicide by burning charcoal in a nearby hotel.

This gave Ah Song a plan to wash his hands and return to life completely.

Floating outside for decades, she wants to go back to her hometown... Take a look at that little coastal town.

And I haven't returned for many years, if I don't bring a man back to support me, I'm afraid that there will inevitably be some gossip.

Lao Wang knew Ah Song's mind well.

He didn't respond, and certainly didn't resist or deny.

Just like many men who reach middle age and their minds begin to be messed up.

At least from the aesthetic point of view of ordinary people, no matter how old and decrepit Ah Song is, he is much better looking than his short, fat and ugly daughter-in-law.

Lao Wang may be able to try another mortal life through Ah Song.

Of course, this kind of life does not give him any pleasure.

He was just looking for a temporary way of being in the human world.

It's not just Lao Wang.

In fact, many saints are like this.

They live in the human world, the place where the smell of red dust is heaviest.

After countless years of practice, the saint has been unforgettable, but people have gradually forgotten it.

The complexity of people, the changeability of people, the feelings of people, the hatred of people, the vulgarity, barbarism, elegance, nobility... These are things that they need to feel, touch and relate to all the time.

"Ah Song! Lao Wang doesn't borrow it, I'll borrow the fire!" The old man who sold pears came over and handed over a lighter for one dollar.

Ah Song took the opportunity to light a cigarette, and then said to the old man who sold pears: "You still know the mood, come to me at night, and I will give you twenty cheaper." ”

The old man smiled and said, "That's not necessary, but I've heard that Ah Song has a unique skill, how about it... Let me open my eyes at night?"

Ah Song said with a smile: "Just open your eyes, do you want to open your eyes?" The new mint-flavored jelly is guaranteed to make your old hemorrhoids for many years half better. ”

People laughed and joked with each other.

Meat and vegetarian food are not taboo, and there seems to be no psychological hindrance.

Anything can be said, anything can be said.

It seems that life has long numbed them, and they have built a bunker in their hearts, and they will never be touched by the words of others.

Syllable!

Lao Wang suddenly threw away the dough in his hand.

Look into the distance with deep eyes.

In an instant, the hustle and bustle of the entire market stopped.

Everyone looked at Lao Wang's slightly rickety, ordinary body and face obsessively.

Men and women, young and old, ugly, beautiful and noble, all seem to be crazy for him at this time.

Lao Wang's mood is a little lost!

Because... He sensed his mistake.

He was wrong about Lin Xi.

It is precisely because of his mistake that he misses a lot of things and a lot of truths.

This is extremely rare.

In his life, he did not miss it.

But after becoming a saint, there are very few opportunities for him to be allowed to make mistakes... Even if it's deliberate.

And most of the mistakes often involve another person... Or many other saints.

However, this time... Not because of other saints.

Just because he... A 'little guy' who has just become a Chaos Demon God, and then he is impatient to find a way out.

He was originally a pawn of Emperor Taihao Immortal.

That's why he unexpectedly jumped into the eyes of the saints.

It has become a pawn of the saints to Yi Taihao Immortal Emperor.

Actually... What is Taihao Immortal Emperor?

The one who really played with the saints was not the Taihao Immortal Emperor, but the saints who had created the 'Source World', those legends... Vanished saints.

Lin Xi's weight in it is a slight chip that is constantly being used left and right.

Now, this chip is beyond everyone's imagination.

Including saints...

"Interesting!"

"It's getting more and more interesting!" said Wang, wiping his hands with a towel.

Then the figure disappeared like a bubble.

In an instant, vegetable markets, markets... All people are generally gone.

In an instant, everything began to recur again.

Ah Song, middle-aged women, Lao He... These people who Lao Wang used to be familiar with have returned to the important juncture of their lives and faced the choices of life for the second time.

Perhaps, this is the insignificant of a saint... Commiseration.

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