Chapter eight hundred and ninety-fifth first appearance (two in one chapter)
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.
All the young and beautiful people are gone, and so are the rich and well-connected bosses.
Naturally, the aspiring young people who came here in search of dreams and set their ideals free also followed them, heading for the distance... to the next dream.
Only some MILFs with little market competitiveness stayed behind.
Asong is such a left-behind 'woman'.
When she came to this city, she was still a teenage girl.
At that time, a dance was only worth a pack of cigarettes.
In the context of an era of rapid inflation and soaring prices, Asong, who only knows how to save money but does not know how to invest, has almost spent half his life in vain.
When the market went up, her market went down.
So she couldn't leave this city and this place.
Because, here, she can still have some old customers and some nostalgic bosses. Sometimes she comes back to relive old dreams or even just chat.
After leaving here, she has nothing.
"A Song! You haven't stopped yet? Let me tell you, if you stop it earlier, you can earn an extra week in a month." The vegetable vendor on the side said in a teasing tone.
It doesn't seem to contain any malice, just a teasing tone, but it actually contains a condescending attitude.
Ah Song didn't say anything, but took out a pack of women's cigarettes, took out one, and winked at Lao Wang.
"Old Wang! Lend me some help!" She saw that Old Wang was hard-working and hard-working, and the most important thing was his physical strength, so she wanted to take advantage of the middle-aged woman.
It is not necessary to get married.
At this age, it doesn't matter whether I get married or not, I just want to have a companion for the rest of my life.
Some time ago, a regular customer when she was young, the boss who had taken care of her for a while, suddenly committed suicide by burning charcoal in a nearby hotel.
This made Asong decide to quit and return to life completely.
After wandering outside for decades, she wanted to go back to her hometown... the small coastal town to visit.
And after not returning home for many years, if I don’t bring a man back to support me, I’m afraid there will inevitably be some gossip.
Lao Wang knew Asong's thoughts very well.
He didn't respond, and certainly didn't resist or deny it.
Just like many men who start to have cluttered thoughts when they reach middle age.
At least from the perspective of ordinary people's aesthetics, no matter how old and depraved Asong is, he is still much more beautiful than his short, fat, dark and ugly wife.
Lao Wang may be able to try another kind of mortal life through Asong.
Of course, this kind of life cannot give him any pleasure.
He is just looking for a temporary way of existence in the human world.
Not just Lao Wang.
In fact, many saints are like this.
They live in the human world, the place with the strongest atmosphere away from the world of mortals.
After countless years of practice, the saint has been engraved in our hearts, but people have gradually forgotten it.
Human complexity, human change, human emotions, human hatred, human vulgarity, brutality, elegance, nobility... these are all things they need to feel, contact and blend with at all times.
"Ah Song! If Lao Wang doesn't lend it to you, I'll lend you the light!" The old man selling pears came over and handed over a lighter worth one yuan each.
Ah Song took advantage of the situation and lit a cigarette, and then said to the old man selling pears: "You better understand the mood. Come to me at night and I will give you a discount of twenty."
The old man chuckled and said: "That's not necessary, but I heard that you have a unique skill, Asong. How about... let me open your eyes tonight?"
Asong smiled and said: "Forget it, open your eyes, do you want to open your buttocks? The new mint-flavored jelly is guaranteed to make your old hemorrhoids heal in half."
People laughed and teased each other.
There is no taboo on meat or vegetables, and there doesn't seem to be any psychological hindrance.
You can say anything, you can say anything.
It seems that life has long made them numb, and a fortress has been built in their hearts, and they will no longer be touched by other people's words.
Snapped!
Lao Wang suddenly dropped the dough in his hand.
Looking into the distance with deep eyes.
In an instant, the noise in the entire market stopped.
Everyone looked at Lao Wang's slightly rickety, ordinary body and face with fascination.
No matter men, women, old or young, no matter ugly, beautiful, noble or humble, everyone seemed to be going crazy for him at this time.
Lao Wang's mood was a little lost!
Because...he realized his mistake.
He misjudged Lin Xi.
Because of his misunderstanding, he missed many things and the truth.
This is extremely rare.
It was not that he had missed nothing in his life.
But after becoming a saint, there are very few opportunities for him to make mistakes... even if he does it deliberately.
And most mistakes often involve another... or many other saints.
However, this time... it's not because of other saints.
Just because he... is a 'little guy' who has just become the Chaos Demon God, and then is eager to find a way out.
He was originally the chess piece of Immortal Emperor Taihao.
Therefore, he unexpectedly jumped into the vision of a saint.
It also became a chess piece for the saints to play against Immortal Emperor Taihao.
Actually... who is Immortal Emperor Taihao?
The one who really competes with the saints is not Immortal Emperor Taihao, but the saints who once created the ‘Origin World’, those legendary saints who have disappeared.
Lin Xi's weight in it is a slight bargaining chip that is constantly being exploited.
Now, this bargaining chip exceeds everyone's imagination.
Including saints...
"interesting!"
"It's getting more and more interesting!" Lao Wang wiped his hands with a towel.
Then the figure disappeared like a bubble.
In an instant, all the people in the vegetable market, the market, etc., disappeared.
After an instant, everything began to reverse course again.
Asong, the middle-aged woman, Lao He... these people whom Lao Wang once knew, have returned to an important juncture in their lives and faced life choices for the second time.
Perhaps this can be regarded as the saint's insignificant...compassion.