A rather impatient voice came, and then the curtain hanging in front of the stall was pulled up, and a middle-aged man wearing tight military robes walked in.
The middle-aged man has a Chinese-character face, a long sword tied behind his back, and a strong aura exuding from his body. He is obviously a guard.
After the middle-aged man walked into the stall, he stood aside with great respect, pulled up the curtain, and immediately a gust of fragrant wind blew in his face.
This aroma was obviously that of a woman's rouge. Under the gaze of Widow Qin, a young man wearing a gorgeous military robe stepped in. His long black hair hung naturally around his waist. His face was slightly pale, and there were eyes in the corner.
The arrogant look that appeared inadvertently made people feel disgusted, and Widow Qin's eyes glanced closely at the young man and then fell on the woman who followed the young man.
The woman is dressed in a red dress with a plain waist. She has dark-green eyes with curly eyelashes and willow eyebrows. She is lightly painted with powder. Her small red lips and the white color of her skin are even more distinct, making her look extremely enchanting!
The young man's right hand moved back and forth around the woman's waist, and a flush appeared on the woman's face. Her face was like a peach blossom, and her eyes were like water as she looked at the young man. The two of them looked at the people around them as if they didn't exist.
The face of the young man in rich clothes who was full of arrogance just now was full of flattery. Regardless of the expensiveness of the clothes, he vigorously rubbed the table and chair back and forth, and then said to the young man: "Young City Master, please come and sit here.
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In response to this, the young and middle-aged people in colorful clothes naturally lowered their heads and pretended not to see the scene in front of them, while the widow Qin couldn't help but have a crimson color on her face and continued to cook the wontons.
The entire stall suddenly became quiet, but instead there were constant whispers outside the stall:
"Young City Lord, could it be that he is the dandy Ruo Qianfeng who came from the imperial capital? However, I have never met the new City Lord Ruo Junjue!"
"I heard that the new city lord has been in office for more than a month, but he still doesn't improve Luoxia City. Just now, the Ximen family was wiped out by the Ye family!"
"Repair, what a joke, now the Ye family is the overlord in Luoxia City, who dares to mess with the Ye family!"
"But why did this young city master Ruo Qianfeng come to Widow Qin's stall? Tsk tsk, it seems that Widow Qin's wontons are really amazing!"
The sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the hand holding the twin peaks stopped. The young man, Ruo Qianfeng, said impatiently to the young man in the Chinese clothes: "Let them know some rules!"
Hearing this, the young man in fine clothes smiled flatteringly and walked towards the stall at the same time. Qi emerged from his feet, his body shot out in vain, and his right leg quickly kicked towards the people who made the noise.
In an instant, several screams rang out, and the men who made the noise were immediately kicked to the ground, causing the surrounding pedestrians to stop and look at each other.
However, when passers-by saw Ruo Qianfeng sitting in the stall, their faces changed drastically, a trace of fear appeared in their eyes, and they quickly left.
The few men who were kicked to the ground got up from the ground and looked at Ruo Qianfeng sitting in the stall with fear on their faces. They were just ordinary people. They dared not speak out against a playboy like Ruo Qianfeng.
, under the menacing gaze of the young man in Chinese attire, several people could not help but kneel to the ground again, shouting to Ruo Qianfeng: "We deserve to die! You shouldn't talk about Young City Lord, Young City Lord, if you have a lot of them, let us go!"
In response to this, Ruo Qianfeng, who was sitting in the booth, waved generously without even raising his head. In response, the men stood up one after another and fled around in great embarrassment.
Looking at the fleeing men, Widow Qin's eyes flashed with helplessness. If people like them offended Ruo Qianfeng, it would be no different than seeking death.
After getting rid of a few men, the young man in fine clothes glared at the passersby around him with gloomy eyes, then put on a smile and walked towards the stall.
Bullying the weak in exchange for the pleasure of the superior is something that young people in Chinese attire often do, which is why he was able to become the person in charge of Lihua Street at such a young age.
Stepping into the stall, the young man in rich attire glared at the helpless Widow Qin, and said coldly: "Widow Qin, be smart with your actions, don't waste the Young City Lord's time!"
Hearing this, Widow Qin trembled, lowered her head, and continued to make wontons. At the same time, the young man in rich clothes turned around and flattered Ruo Qianfeng and said, "Young City Master, the flies have been dealt with!"
"Yes!" It was still a faint sound, and Ruo Qianfeng's hands moved back and forth on the woman in his arms again, causing the woman to moan again and again.
A few moments later, Widow Qin placed four bowls of wontons on Ruo Qianfeng's table and said cautiously: "Young City Master, these are your wontons. If they don't meet the taste, I will continue to make them!"
In response, Ruo Qianfeng frowned slightly, took out his right hand from the woman's breast, and waved impatiently. If he hadn't been sent by his father to patrol the streets and wanted to eat a bowl of wontons, he would not bother to come here on weekdays.
This is an unfashionable little stall, but the fragrance wafting from the bowl aroused Ruo Qianfeng's appetite.
The middle-aged man and the young man in Chinese clothes also looked at Ruo Qianfeng with gratitude, picked up the wontons and stood aside to eat them. Widow Qin couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the stove, and filled two more bowls of wontons toward the leaves.
Chen and Chen walked over and gently placed two porcelain bowls filled with wontons in front of Ye and Chen, while winking at Ye and Chen.
In this regard, Ye Chen naturally understood what Widow Qin meant. Widow Qin's wink to them was nothing more than persuading them to leave quickly after finishing their wontons. Regarding Widow Qin's kindness, Ye Chen smiled. Sometimes people's kindness
It's so simple, without those sinister corners of her mouth in the past. Regarding this, Widow Qin couldn't help but have a hint of anxiety on her face. She could see the way Ruo Qianfeng looked at Ermeng just now. She really couldn't bear it because of herself.
Ermeng was hurt by the reason for the stall, and couldn't help but whisper: "Two bowls of wontons are not worth much. It's cold, so you should go home as soon as you finish eating!"
"Hmph! Widow Qin, do you think the Young City Master is a savage beast? Do you need to drive people away?" The young man in Chinese clothes put down the porcelain bowl and snorted with a gloomy face. As a qualified subordinate, you must learn to watch your actions. Ruo Qianfeng just now
He naturally saw the look in his eyes towards the second dream, so he spoke out. This sentence was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue when it fell into the ears of Widow Qin. The rag in her hand also shook off, and she leaned to the ground.
With a panicked expression, he said: "The famous woman didn't mean this!" In response, Naruo Qianfeng waved his hand indifferently, but instead gave Ermeng a meaningful look, which made Ermeng frown.
"How dare Brother Ruofeng be interested in that kind of thing!" The woman in his arms chuckled next to Ruo Qianfeng's ear. In response, Ruo Qianfeng shook his head and said lightly: "Widow Qin! What a skill you have.
Not bad, I wonder if you would like to come to my city lord's mansion to be a chef!" Although he was asking Widow Qin, Ruo Qianfeng's tone clearly meant that he wanted Widow Qin to work as a chef in the city lord's mansion, leaving no room for negotiation.
Hearing this, not only Widow Qin was stunned, but also the young man in fine clothes beside her. Widow Qin was lucky today and could actually enter the city lord's mansion as a chef!
It is obviously an extremely tempting thing to work as a chef in the City Lord's Mansion. Not only is the salary high, but it is also decent. However, Widow Qin showed a trace of embarrassment on her face and whispered: "How can a famous woman, He De, go to the City Lord's Palace?"
The cooking skills of a famous woman are not qualified to be the chef of the city lord's mansion!" Although Widow Qin did not say it directly, she was obviously rejecting Ruo Qianfeng tactfully!
Ruo Qianfeng's face instantly darkened. In his opinion, it was undoubtedly a great gift for Widow Qin to work as a chef, but Widow Qin actually dared to refuse!
"Haha! Aren't you going?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Ruo Qianfeng's mouth. How long have you dared to disrespect yourself like this?
And the face of the young man in gorgeous clothes was extremely gloomy. As the person in charge of Lihua Street, in his opinion, Widow Qin could be considered a person from Lihua Street. But at this moment, Widow Qin rejected Ruo Qianfeng so much. If because of this
If Ruo Qianfeng was offended, his future would be ruined. In response, the young man in Huafu couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted: "Widow Qin, thank you Young City Lord. Being able to enter the City Lord's Mansion is already a risk to your ancestral tomb."
It's smoke!" At the same time, his gloomy eyes stared at Widow Qin, undoubtedly telling Widow Qin that if you refuse, then you will not set up a stall on Lihua Street in the future.
Upon hearing this, Widow Qin's face instantly turned pale. The income from setting up a stall on Lihua Street is undoubtedly the basis for her mother and son to survive. If they cannot set up a stall, then her mother and son will inevitably end up on the street, or even starve to death on the street. In this regard,
A trace of struggle appeared on Widow Qin's face, while Naruo Qianfeng continued to flirt with the woman. Although she didn't say anything, it brought inexplicable pressure to Widow Qin.
The surroundings were suddenly silent except for the roar of the cold wind. The cold wind ruffled Widow Qin's black hair. Suddenly, a cry suddenly sounded.
The baby in the cradle suddenly cried loudly. It turned out that the hot oil in the pot splashed out and fell on the baby's little hands, causing the baby to cry loudly.
Widow Qin, who was originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly stood up from the ground, ran to the cradle, picked up the baby, and saw the red and swollen blisters on the baby's little hands. She looked panicked, put the baby's little hands in her mouth, and at the same time, slapped the baby with her right hand.
He held the baby's butt, shook the baby's body, and said softly: "Oh! Don't cry, dog! Don't cry!"
However, the baby's cry became louder, causing the flirting Ruo Qianfeng to frown and shout coldly: "Quiet!"
This thunderous shout sounded, making the baby cry even louder. In response to this, the young man in rich clothes darkened his face, took a step forward, grabbed the baby with his right hand, and threw it away!
The terrifying force forced Widow Qin back half a step. When she saw the baby being thrown in the air, Widow Qin's face instantly turned pale, as if she were dead. She rushed forward suddenly, but the body of the young man in rich clothes blocked her sight, and she was thrown into the air.
The baby was gradually about to fall on the snowdrift in the stall. A look of despair emerged, and at the same time he shouted miserably: "No!"