Chapter 028 Longevity Club [05] Two bowls of ice powder, provide clues
"Boss Jiang?"
There was teasing in Mo Qing's tone.
After looking at her playfully for a moment, Jiang Ke shifted his center of gravity slightly, stretched his left leg forward, and stretched the distance between him and her. His thin eyelids drooped slightly and he said: "Thirty-one pounds, paid in cash."
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"Can I swipe my card?" Mo Qing took out the black card Jiang Ke gave her.
Jiang Ke's expression was dull: "This service is not provided."
Mo Qing flipped his wrist and threw the Bupleurum back to the stall.
She didn't leave, but raised her chin slightly, looked at the bag at Jiang Ke's feet, and said, "I'm buying Juyuan powder."
She knows about Juyuan powder.
She also knew that he had Juyuan fans.
Catching her gaze and intention, Jiang Ke's eyes flashed with surprise. After a slight pause, he replied: "No."
"I can smell it," Mo Qing said, very confidently.
Dog nose.
The corners of Jiang Ke's lips twitched and he was about to speak when suddenly a man with big muscles and a round waist came over and shouted, "Give way, don't block the way -" and stretched out his hand to push Mo Qing.
Before he could touch Mo Qing, Jiang Ke immediately took action, holding a piece of Gastrodia elata and throwing it at the man, hitting the man directly on the wrist. The man screamed in pain and quickly retracted his hand.
The man glared at Jiang Ke: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Ke didn't pay him a single glance, but took a maza from the side and cleared a piece of ground.
He said to Mo Qing: "Come here."
When Mo Qing saw this, he didn't hesitate much. He clapped his hands, stood up slowly, walked around from the side of the stall to Jiang Ke. Then, he sat down on the horse.
When the man saw this scene, he thought that a stall owner was showing off his power, but he had something to ask for, so he suppressed it and didn't care: "I want--"
Jiang Ke interrupted him: "I won't sell it."
Those two words made the man angry.
"You're shameless, right? Believe it or not, I flipped you off -"
The man rolled up his sleeves, but suddenly glanced at Mo Qing's ankles, and his eyes froze.
He suddenly became flustered, licked the corners of his dry lips, and then looked at the two of them in silence for a few seconds, then lowered his head and left.
Mo Qing noticed the look in his eyes, but she didn't know why he suddenly gave up. Looking at his fleeing back, she asked Jiang Ke: "What happened to my tattoo?"
"He stole the person you thought was the Immortal Society." Jiang Ke was clear-sighted and gave Mo Qing the answer accurately, "He is an errand boy of the Immortal Society and came to the underground market to buy Juyuan powder."
Mo Qing had already heard from Song Yiyuan that the Changsheng Society was acquiring Juyuan powder.
The Immortality Society is related to her tattoo, and the Juyuan Powder is related to her secret recipe. She has to investigate both of these things.
An old man over sixty years old walked by carrying a load, wearing a bamboo hat, with two wooden barrels hooked to the left and right of the pole on his shoulders. He shouted "ice powder" and "tofu nao".
Mo Qing glanced twice.
Jiang Ke suddenly said: "Here are two bowls of ice powder."
"Okay."
The old man agreed and stopped in front of their stall with a load on his shoulders. He quickly opened a wooden bucket, holding two plastic bowls in one hand and scooping out ice powder and seasonings with the other hand.
Not long after, he handed over two bowls of ice powder.
Jiang Ke took out the money from the bag at his feet and gave it to him. He took two bowls of ice powder and handed one of them to Mo Qing: "Would you like to eat it?"
This picture is really weird.
The old streets have dilapidated bricks and tiles, mottled walls, constant hawking and noise, and the atmosphere of market life is everywhere in every corner.
Jiang Ke, who should have been out of place here, was now wearing a shabby bamboo hat made of oil paper and cheap long clothes and trousers, sitting on a horse and handing him a bowl of ice powder.
In him, you can't see the dignity and coldness of the Mo family when they first met, nor the indifference and restraint when they were at his home. He seems to be a different person, his aura blends perfectly with the street, without any abruptness.
Mo Qing questioned again: "Your brain is really——"
"..."
Jiang Ke raised his eyebrows, put aside his easy-going and casual attitude, and took the ice powder back directly.
"Hey," Mo Qing changed his words, "Eat."
Jiang Ke handed over the ice powder again.
Mo Qing took the ice powder and took two bites with a small spoon. The ice was sweet and tasted good.
She glanced at Jiang Ke beside her. He did not have the etiquette and elegance at the Jiang family dining table. He had one leg bent and the other stretched forward, eating ice powder from a plastic bowl. His behavior was casual and grand.
Mo Qing was startled again by that sense of familiarity that hit him unexpectedly.
Looking away, Mo Qing lowered his eyes and continued eating.
"What are you doing investigating Juyuan Fen?" Jiang Ke threw the empty bowl into the trash can not far away.
"Check the source." Mo Qing stirred the ice powder with a spoon, "Where did you get it?"
Faced with her anti-customer attitude, Jiang Ke glanced at her face: "You ask me?"
Mo Qing didn't answer and asked instead: "You investigated the Changsheng Society through Juyuan Fen, do you want to investigate my tattoo?"
Jiang Ke touched his cheek lightly with the tip of his tongue, his gaze spread over her eyebrows, and after a while he said three words: "I'm happy."
"You're quite interesting."
Mo Qing commented slowly, didn't ask any more questions, and slowly ate the remaining half of the bowl of ice powder.
After she also threw the empty bowl into the trash can, Jiang Ke suddenly stood up, took out his pocket, covered her head, and asked her condescendingly: "Are you leaving?"
The bamboo hat suddenly fell down, blocking his sight. Mo Qing stretched out his hand against the edge of the bamboo hat, revealing half of his delicate face: "Where are you going?"
"Looking for the person who sold me Juyuan powder."
Hearing this, Mo Qing was a little surprised.
Stretching his legs forward, Mo Qing kicked the fabric of the stall with the toe of his shoe and asked, "Where is the stall?"
"Don't worry about it. It's someone else's, rent it for a day."
Jiang Ke bent down to pick up his backpack and found a palm-sized Juyuan powder in a ziplock bag. He threw it to Mo Qing. After that, he threw the backpack aside.
Mo Qing opened the bag with her fingers, dipped some powder on the pad of her index finger, then passed it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it. She frowned, twirled it with her fingers, then collected the Juyuan powder and stood up.
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Dongshi City has been engaged in urban construction in recent years, and many old buildings have been demolished. New urban styles are everywhere, but the Xicheng side has not been touched. There are old houses, low walls, covered with moss, and alleys.
It's like cracks spreading in an ancient building, irregular and intricate.
Walk along the main street of the market to the end and turn right into Xiyuan Street. This place is not as lively as the main street. There are shops on both sides of the road, selling specialties, souvenirs, groceries and the like.
Jiang Ke led Mo Qing on a detour to a grocery store.
"The medicine I bought here was sold by an intermediary." Jiang Ke introduced and looked back at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing was still wearing a bamboo hat, her hair was messed up, and some broken hair was missing. She looked up at the grocery store sign, her slender and graceful neck stretched, and the setting sun drew a line of light and dark on her face, her eyebrows hidden in the
In the shadow, the nose, lips and chin are coated with a layer of warm light, and the tone of the thin lips is rendered more intensely.
Mo Qing spoke lazily: "Can I ask?"
"Hard to say."
Jiang Ke said with profound meaning and walked inside.
How can anyone who engages in this kind of underground business be a good person? Every one of his bones is harder than the last.
Mo Qing followed her into the grocery store. When she entered the door, she spotted a bundle of rope hanging on the shelf. She took it down, untied the rope and held one end.
At this time, the shopkeeper of the grocery store at the front desk saw Jiang Ke and greeted him with a smile: "Isn't this Boss Jiang? Why are you here again..."
Mo Qing didn't let him finish his pleasantries.
With a shake of her hand, the rope in her hand flew towards the shopkeeper.
The next second, she suddenly came closer and pushed the shopkeeper's shoulder. The rope was wrapped around the shopkeeper's waist several times while he was spinning around.
After the shopkeeper stabilized himself, he saw the other end of the rope thrown towards the beam. In an instant, the shopkeeper realized something and wanted to open his mouth to beg for mercy, but it was too late. The rope that went around the beam was caught by Mo Qing.
Mo Qing dodged and moved to the side, grabbed the rope and pulled hard, and the shopkeeper was off the ground and hung in the air.
"What are you doing! Heroine! Let me down quickly!"
The shopkeeper's limbs were kicking around in the air, but he had no foothold. He looked like a frog being slaughtered.
Mo Qing raised his legs and hooked the legs of the stool next to him, hooked it in front of him, and then sat down slowly.
She held the hemp rope with one hand, stepped on the chair with her legs bent, and rested her elbows on her knees. Lifting her bamboo hat, she looked at the shopkeeper whose limbs were thrashing around, and said unhurriedly: "Don't shout, just follow me."
