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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His right hand pinched the woman's proud fronts hard, and a hint of teasing appeared in the corner of the young man's mouth, and he said lightly: "Yes!"
"Hey!" The woman's face was flushed, and she gave the young man a charming look. Her slender hands gently hit the young man's shoulders. Immediately, the young man pulled the woman to sit down casually.
"Don't be ashamed!" Dark Ling also had a trace of crimson on his face, lowered his head, and bit the wonton fiercely.
Seeing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said nothing. The young man and woman who sat down also noticed the existence of Ye Shaohan and Dark Spirit.
Seeing Dark Ling sitting in the wheelchair, a look of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes. Instead, the young man glanced at Dark Ling one more time, a hint of joking flashed in his eyes, while Ye Shaohan, who was sitting next to Dark Ling, automatically
Ignored by the two eyes, the middle-aged man who was standing by the table and chair whispered: "Master, do you want me to drive the others away!"
"That's not necessary!" The young man looked away, shook his head, and began to dance with the woman in his arms again, causing the woman to moan charmingly from time to time.
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 Nifeng City. Just now, the Ximen family was wiped out by the Ye family!"
"Remediation, what a joke, now the Ye family is the overlord in Headwind 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 eyebrows of the sword frowned slightly, and the hands holding the two blades 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 he kicked his right leg quickly 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 hurried away.
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 colorful 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 booth, 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 repeatedly.
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, filled two more bowls of wontons towards Ye Shaohan
The two walked over and gently placed two porcelain bowls filled with wontons in front of Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaohan, while winking at Ye Shaohan and Ye Shaohan.
In this regard, Ye Shaohan naturally understood what Widow Qin meant. Widow Qin's wink to them was nothing more than persuading them to leave as soon as they finished eating the wontons.
Regarding Widow Qin's kindness, Ye Shaohan smiled. Sometimes people's kindness is so simple, without the sinister corners of their mouths in the past.
In response to this, Widow Qin couldn't help but have a trace of anxiety on her face. She could see the way Ruo Qianfeng looked at Dark Spirit just now. She really couldn't bear to let Dark Spirit get hurt because of her stall, so she couldn't help but whisper:
"Two bowls of wontons are not worth much. It's cold. You should go home as soon as you finish!"
"Hmph! Widow Qin, do you think the Young City Master is a savage beast? There is no need to drive people away?"
The young man in rich clothes put down the porcelain bowl and snorted with a gloomy face. As a qualified subordinate, he must learn to watch people's words and expressions. Naturally, he also saw the look Ruo Qianfeng gave Dark Spirit just now.
Therefore, 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 and said in a panic: "The famous woman did not mean this!"
In response to this, Naruo Qianfeng waved his hand indifferently, but gave Dark Ling a meaningful look, which made Dark Ling frown.
"Why, Brother Feng is so interested in that kind of thing!"
The woman in her arms chuckled next to Ruo Qianfeng's ear. In response, Ruo Qianfeng shook her head and said lightly: "Widow Qin! Your skills are quite good. I wonder if you would like to work as a chef in my city lord's mansion!"
Although he was asking Widow Qin, Ruo Qianfeng's tone clearly meant that Widow Qin should be asked 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?"
Mansion, with the cooking skills of a famous woman, she is 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 is offended, his future will be ruined.
In response to this, the young man in Chinese clothing couldn't help but take a step forward and shouted: "Widow Qin still hasn't thanked the young city lord. Being able to enter the city lord's palace is already a smoke from your ancestral grave!" At the same time, he stared at Qin with a gloomy look.
The widow is 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 was undoubtedly the basis for her mother and son to survive. If they could not set up a stall, then she, mother and son would inevitably end up on the streets, or even starve to death on the streets.
In response to this, Widow Qin couldn't help but show a look of struggle on her face, while Naruo Qianfeng continued to talk to the woman. Although she didn't say anything, it brought inexplicable pressure to Widow Qin.
Suddenly, the surroundings were silent except for the roar of the cold wind. The cold wind blew Widow Qin's black hair, and 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 face, causing the baby to cry loudly.
Widow Qin, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly got up, ran to the cradle, picked up the baby, and when she saw the red and swollen blisters on the baby, she looked panicked, put the baby's little hand in her mouth, and at the same time, slapped the baby's butt with her right hand.
, shook the baby's body and said softly: "Oh! The dog doesn't cry! Don't cry!"
However, the baby's cry became louder, causing Ruo Qianfeng, who was eating, 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 suddenly rushed forward, but the body of the young man in rich clothes blocked her sight.
The baby was gradually about to fall on the snowdrift in the stall. A look of despair emerged, and at the same time he screamed miserably: "No!"
The crying still continued, Widow Qin looked at that scene in despair, and her body slammed into the young man in rich clothes.