Tsk!

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

The middle-aged man wearing a large black kitchen coat gently slid the prepared dough into the pan from the side.

Almost the next moment, the dough rolls in the oil pan floated up, taking on a brown color and exuding a charming aroma of oil.

The long chopsticks were rolling in the oil pan. The seemingly ordinary middle-aged man suddenly paused for a moment.

"Boss, two more oil dumplings and one oil pancake."

"Five dollars, right? I'll give it to you!" a frequent customer said hello to the middle-aged man.

A simple and down-to-earth smile suddenly appeared on the middle-aged face, and then he wrapped up the things requested by the guest and handed them over.

"Old Wang! The dishes you asked for are here for you. Remember to pay the bill in two days." The old man who delivered the ordered dishes, with the usual cunning, put the dishes down and left.

Next to Lao Wang, the middle-aged woman who looked rude, fat, and disgusting heard this. She didn't care whether she was in public, so she couldn't help but get angry and said: "Old Wang! Are you talking to Lao He again?

Are you playing cards?"

"I have told you so many times that he is not a good person. Every time the food he delivers is either short of the mark or substandard, the price is not cheap. Are you a pig with a brain or a dog gnawing at the heart? That's it.

Take care of his business?"

"Don't let others say nice things about you all day long, and then you'll be so happy that you don't know what's going on. They're taking it for a fool!"

"Why? No reply? Are you deaf?"

"You said that you only know how to make fried pancakes. You are dozens of years old and you still have no future at all. Yujiao next door bought an electric car a few days ago. I will let you buy an electric three-wheeler.

, you are still not happy. You just know how to repair your broken tricycle and you will not let it relax after using it for ten years. Why? You still plan to bury it with it!"

The middle-aged woman's anger seemed to be greater than the boiling oil in the pan.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he could not stop talking.

In just a few words, he had already strayed a thousand miles from the topic he was talking about when he first opened his mouth.

The nagging things are all the trivial things in life.

And these trivial matters, no matter what the cause is or what the process is.

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

And Lao Wang seemed to be used to this.

Like an old doormat.

Just keep kneading the dough, and then put the kneaded pancakes into the pan.

Seeing the fierce-looking middle-aged woman, the old customers who had originally planned to come over to take care of the business also stayed away from her, as if they were afraid that a fight would overturn the oil pan and splash her body with oil.

"Do it! Do it! Just like a stupid cow or a stupid horse, you just know how to do it!"

"Can't you be more flexible? You still do it when there's no one around. You do so much and you eat it when you go back?"

"Lao He is not a good guy... If you were half as cunning as him, I would worship the Bodhisattva!"

"Ouch... I really have a miserable life. How could I be blind in the first place and marry such a useless thing like you!" the middle-aged woman continued to mutter.

Although he said he was aggrieved, the expression on his face was very fierce.

While picking out the dishes delivered by Lao He.

While cleaning up the stall, he swept away all the rubbish around the stall and wiped the two tables so that they were free of oil stains.

Then he carried half a bag of defective products and said to Lao Wang without looking back: "I'll go find Lao He to change it. You can take care of the stall first. Remember to collect the money and keep your ears open so as not to miss anything."

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

A vegetable vendor said: "Old Wang! If I were you, I couldn't bear it. If my wife does this, I will slap her with a big mouth when I go back."

Another vendor laughed and said, "Don't brag! I saw you last time. When your wife was picking durians, your face was blue and your legs were shaking."

"Old Wang! According to me, you should also learn some new tricks, do any gimmicks, change the soup without changing the medicine, and the price will double. If you make more money, your tigress will be stable." The seller opposite.

Lizi’s old man, Cong Laowang said, gave him some advice.

Lao Wangdu just smiled innocently and didn't say anything.

Work hard.

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

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

Don't even think about making a fortune based on this reputation and craftsmanship.

However, with this thing, no matter how bad the market situation is, it is definitely not difficult to make ends meet.

In the surrounding market, everything is bustling and noisy, and everything is in perfect harmony.

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

The hidden core.

Lao Wang...is not a mortal!

He is a saint!

Standing at the top of the multiverse, he has mastered everything known and is always gaining insight into more unknown existences.

Sage...why do you want to sell breakfast in a vegetable market that looks vulgar, filthy, and messy?

Ask this question again.

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

He shouldn't be here, where should he be?

On the top of a high mountain?

In the misty clouds?

In a magnificent palace?

Or is it in a mysterious and unknown space?

What is the special significance of these combined?

For a saint, it doesn't matter where or how he appears.

Because they can be everywhere and become every possibility in this world.

Of course, what Lao Wang was thinking about at this time was not the middle-aged woman's insults.

That fat black woman who is ignorant, vulgar, ugly, obese and full of problems, no matter how vicious her mouth is, she still thinks of him in her heart.

Such a woman was once young, lively, beautiful and well-proportioned, but the hardships and hardships of life have turned her into a figure that is even tougher than a man.

Even though they are apparently husband and wife, both of whom are over forty, they still have nothing to show for themselves.

This vulgar woman, no matter how ugly or noisy she was, still flexibly avoided this and did not poke Lao Wang's pain.

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

Just as he endured all kinds of problems with this woman, he had no real selfish love for her at all.

There was not even any love between relatives.

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

It is not that a saint has no descendants.

It's just... It's not easy to make a saint truly emotional and have the idea of ​​giving birth to an offspring.

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

"The fattened fish is about to jump out of the pond!" Another piece of oil cake was dropped from the frying pan.

The sound of frying seemed to contain some ferocious roar.

"He has the nerve to teach others a lesson."

"It's so boring!"

"Poor skills, superficial lies, not-so-firm determination, and self-righteous pride. These are all too shallow. He has tried his best to overestimate us, but he still underestimates us. This is entirely because,

There is a limit to imagination. But we...are above his limit." Lao Wang kneaded the dough and pulled it, and a big dough ball was pulled open.

"Oh! Lao Wang, make me something wrapped in brown sugar! Relatives have been here these two days and I'm not feeling well. I need some brown sugar to replenish my skin!" A woman who looked to be in her forties, but still wearing heavy makeup, had her face painted

She had a thick layer of powder on her face, but her chest was half open, revealing two stiff, white chest muscles.

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

That area used to be a den for selling gold in the entire central region of the country.

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

Later, after the official television report revealed the situation, the market slumped.
To be continued...