Mu Henian was able to hold his own when exposed, "He helped me catch evil cultivators twice. I really can't do anything like burning bridges.
Since he needs this job, I will definitely give it to him.
But, if trouble comes, what will I do?"
Lin Qian: "What kind of abacus are you using? Why is it so loud?"
"Your heart is clear-sighted, and I can't hide anything from you. I don't want to ask you for any treasure. I just hope that if I am in big trouble, I would like to ask you to help me again."
"Old Mu, you are such a calculating person. You have never thought that bad luck and good fortune are determined in a person's life. At your age, there is really no need to worry about bad luck."
Mu Henian, who was opposite, was stunned when he heard this.
What does this mean?
No need to worry about bad luck?
Does this mean that he has no bad luck, or does it mean that he has only a few days to live?
"Okay, if you don't have anything else to do, just hang up." Lin Qian didn't wait for the other party to respond and hung up directly.
Mu Henian was stunned all morning while holding the phone and thinking.
I wanted to call him again to ask for details, but I was afraid that the noble man would find him annoying.
Lin Qian hung up the phone simply because she was home.
Her father was standing at the entrance of the courtyard talking to someone. She stood aside and listened for a while, and then she understood.
The man at the door is here to buy their food.
But why her father stood at the door and chatted with this person was entirely because this person was a new customer, and he was a customer who came to him without saying hello in advance.
This is an older man, accompanied by a young assistant.
The young assistant didn't say anything. Only the old man asked with a strong attitude: "Is there anything else you can say here that requires a reservation before you can sell it?"
Although there are no hard and fast rules, there has always been a tacit understanding between Dad Lin and his clients.
"If you had contacted me in advance, I could have told you what kind of vegetables are available in the fields?" Dad Lin said, "If there are only vegetables left that you don't like, it will save you a trip."
The old man said forcefully: "You are such an interesting person. Do I have your phone number? Can I contact you?"
Dad Lin wondered, "Weren't you introduced here by friends and relatives?" Why not get their contact information?
"What kind of relatives and friends?" the old man said disdainfully, "I just heard people in the same community brag that your food can lower blood sugar and blood pressure, and that eating it is more effective than medicine. I came here to see it."
Mother Lin also came out of the house at this moment. Listening to what the old man said, Mother Lin felt that this person might be looking for trouble.
Dad Lin: "My family only sells ordinary vegetables. I have never said that those vegetables can lower blood pressure."
"Humph! I knew it!" the old man said, "Only people who don't have brains will believe what he says."
Mother Lin saw now that the old man was looking for trouble, but maybe not for them.
The old man ordered, "No matter what vegetables you have in your field, weigh them two kilograms for me."
"You have to go to the fields to see..."
Before Father Lin finished speaking, the old man raised his hand and said, "No, any food will do. I only need two kilograms."
Ever since the Lin family started selling vegetables, everyone would buy them in big bags, and this one only needs two kilograms.
"Can you eat spinach?" Dad Lin asked.
As you get older, if you have any disease that prevents you from eating spinach, it is normal.
"Yes! What can't you eat with spinach?"
Dad Lin got on his electric bike, took the basket and went to the fields.
As the host, Mother Lin said politely, "Come in and have a glass of water."
The old man was very disrespectful and said, "No, I'm not thirsty."
After saying just now, the old man covered his mouth and coughed twice.
Mother Lin didn't want to deal with such a stubborn old man, so she simply pulled Lin Qian into the house.
Soon Father Lin came back with a basket of spinach.
Put it in a bag and hand it to him, "I'll charge you twenty-five yuan."
The old man shook the bag and asked, "Are there two pounds here?"
"I forgot to tell you, my vegetables are not sold by the pound." Father Lin said, "They are sold by the handful. A handful of spinach costs five yuan, but here it is almost five handfuls."
You can tell by looking at his expression that the old man really wanted to discuss this matter with Father Lin, but he was about to leave his mouth and held back for some reason.
He quickly gave the money and asked his assistant to take him back.
When Father Lin entered the house, Mother Lin asked him: "Did you really sell the vegetables to him?"
"Just a little spinach." Father Lin showed the cash in his hand, "Twenty-five, does this need to be recorded?"
"Remember your size." Mother Lin was a little uneasy, "You said, this person is not here to cause trouble, right? Maybe he was called by Lin Fang's family."
Dad Lin: "You are too thoughtful. That person looks like he is not short of money at first glance. What kind of background does Lin Fang have to hire such a person?"
"I think that person is just trying to cause trouble."
Maybe Lin Ma is right.
But what that person wanted to do was really not them, but the neighbor who was showing off how amazing this dish was in the community.
He handed the vegetables he bought to the aunt in charge of cooking and said, "Fry them for me right away."
The aunt was confused and said, "Teacher Mo, lunch is ready. Can we fry the spinach in the evening?"
"What are you talking about? If you are asked to do it now, do it now. I want to eat it."
The aunt turned around and rolled her eyes secretly, thinking that the older this person gets, the harder it is to take care of him.
Seeing that the spinach was still quite clean, Auntie simply rinsed it twice on the faucet and started cooking.
Soon a plate of spinach was brought to the old man.
The old man was coughing, and the aunt said with concern, "How about you drink some medicine first."
"Don't talk too much!" The old man was stubborn and rebellious. The more others tried to persuade him, he would act like a donkey and insist on turning in the opposite direction.
When the cough subsided a little, he stretched out his chopsticks and picked up some spinach.
The aunt saw that he had just finished coughing and was about to eat, so she advised him to take it slow, not to eat in a hurry, but to drink a few sips of water first.
I have already said that this person is born in the year of Donkey.
The more you persuade, the more you want to eat.
You have to eat despite the discomfort.
He knows that at this time, no matter what food he eats, he will not be able to taste it.
But he didn't expect that when he put the dish in his mouth, he could actually taste it, and he actually thought it was delicious.
The spinach was very tender, and the leaves broke into pieces after just a few chews in his mouth.
The more you chew, the more obvious the umami flavor becomes.
"How much chicken essence do you put in?" the old man asked the aunt.
Auntie thought to herself, what’s going on with this old man? He must be looking for trouble, right?
I thought so in my heart, but the appearance remained as stable as ever, "just a little bit of freshness."
"A little?" The old man didn't believe it.
As he spoke, he swallowed the food unconsciously. As soon as it passed his throat, he stopped immediately.
What's wrong isn't the chicken essence, it's the dish that's wrong.
He was suffering from a recurrence of strep throat. After coughing, he felt itchy and painful, and felt very uncomfortable. Whatever he usually ate would make his throat worse.
But how does this dish feel? After swallowing it, his throat feels much better?