MTL - Lanke Chess Edge-~ Extra Story: The Unbroken Past 1

At dusk, the light of the setting sun in the west swayed on the city streets, making the bodies of passers-by plated with a shallow layer of golden yellow, and people either went out in twos or threes, or hurried to their homes.

A slightly dilapidated old street corner, the surrounding pedestrians are a bit sparse, and several stalls near and far are busy, some set up lights, busy with the opening of the night market, some are packing things, ready to carry the burden or push drive home.

The stall owners of the nearby stalls were chatting and laughing and greeting each other. A sturdy man with slightly gray hair was cleaning up the tables, chairs and benches with a young man. At this time, there was also an old man and a woman pushing a two-wheeler. The wooden wheelbarrow comes over.

"Oh, Uncle Li, you are here."

Hearing the sound of the wheels, the man looked up at the approaching cars and people.

"Wait a moment, we'll pack up right away."

"Grandpa Li, we'll be fine soon."

The young man also raised his head. When he saw the car and the person, especially when he saw the girl, the movements of his hands suddenly became agile.

"Hahaha, don't be in a hurry, Dongdong, go and help."

"Um."

The girl responded, walked briskly to the stall, and helped organize together. This stall location is very good. After the noodle stall is closed during the day, their late-night snack stall will be set up here in the evening. Open a booth, the two get along well, and the relationship is naturally not bad.

When the girl came over to move the bench, the young man seemed very attentive.

"Dongdong, I'll just come, hey."

"Hey, you are busy with your own."

Seeing his son getting tired, the sturdy man shook his head helplessly and smiled at the old man, who was stroking his beard with a smile in front of his wooden cart, as if it was no surprise.

"This kid Yiqiu, it's pretty good."

"Hey, it's just that Uncle Li and your elders love him. This kid is still too lazy, otherwise he should be studying in a certain academy now."

The young man's ears were very bright, and he immediately turned his head to retort.

"Father, three hundred and sixty lines, the only way out is to be a scholar and an official. Besides, aren't you afraid that our craftsmanship will be lost? I think it's pretty good now!"

"Stinky boy, you're making excuses for your laziness, pack up quickly, don't let your grandfather Li and Dongdong wait."

"Hahaha, it's not in the way, it's still early for the night guest to patronize, I'm just taking a rest!"

"Uncle Sun, I'm fine too!"

The girl also said with a smile, her voice very clear.

"I'm fine too!"

The boy followed suit.

"You have a fart..."

The strong man was about to lecture his son when suddenly a voice came from nearby.

"The store will close the stall slowly!"

Several people in front of the booth heard the sound and looked at it.

The afterglow of the setting sun was obscured by the buildings in the distance, and the street was a little dark. I don’t know when three people came. Two of them were wearing gray clothes and hats without any accessories. Pale, and the man in gray on the left who spoke the popularity.

"Uh, how many are this?"

During this time period, almost no one patronized the booth, and it seemed that the three of them could not find anything else to eat, right?

The man's face was a little suspicious, and the three of them felt that something was wrong just by looking at them. They instinctively didn't want to have any intersection.

"Sorry, three guest officers, we have closed the stall today."

The man on the left showed a smile on his face and stepped forward to explain his intention.

"Shopkeeper, I've come from a long way to find your noodle stall to eat a bowl of noodles, and you're just closing the stall, just set up two stools and cook another bowl."

"Let's be honest, the guest official said that the materials left in this stall are not enough to make three bowls of noodles."

The strong man fiddled with the cabinet a few times, looked at the materials, and said with a smile, then rubbed his apron with both hands.

"Yeah, the old man knows that at this time, there really isn't much material left for this stall."

On the other hand, the old man also said this with a smile.

The man in gray on the right took a step forward and said something expressionless.

"Don't talk nonsense, make noodles, you only need one bowl, we don't eat both, just make it for him!"

The man in gray pointed to the rich man beside him, his tone was not like what a servant should have.

The strong man and the old man next to him looked at each other, then nodded with a smile and said "yes", and hurried to the side of the cabinet to work.

"Yiqiu, set the table and chairs, Dongdong, go and help your grandfather organize things, you don't need your help here."

The young guy hurriedly touched the girl next to him with his elbow. The latter gave him a slightly worried look, then glanced at the three people of unknown origin, and then quickly walked to his grandfather's side.

"grandfather......"

"It's okay, it's just that the distant guest wants to eat noodles."

The old man smiled and comforted his granddaughter, but he was still a little worried in the depths of his eyes. From time to time, he would look at the three people, but he was too prying. He just glanced at it when he was cleaning up the stall.

On the Sun's side, it has been reworked. Fortunately, the fire has not been completely extinguished. This will lead to fanning and fanning, and soon the stove in the car will brighten up again, and Sun Yiqiu, who is in charge of lighting the fire, will light up half of his face. shine.

In front of a re-arranged table, three

Dear, this chapter is not over, there is another page ^0^ The visitors came one after another, but none of them sat down.

The man in gray on the left looked at another small table to the side, where there was a booth curtain that had been rolled up in half, and the word "Sun's" was written on the exposed part.

"It's right here, right?"

The rich man with a pale complexion had a complicated expression, and he nodded lightly after a long time.

"It's right here."

The voice was a little quiet, and it seemed to have many emotions. After saying this, the man turned his head to look at the cabinet.

"Seller, a bowl of chopped noodles."

"Okay, a bowl of chopped noodles~~~ uh..."

After habitually shouting, the strong man's voice froze for a while, and then he added another sentence embarrassedly.

"Guest officer, I'm really sorry. I just said that there are not many ingredients left, but there are enough noodles, but not enough haggis. The weight of the haggis will inevitably be..."

"It's alright, let's put less, let's go."

The man finally smiled, and seemed to sigh, then slowly sat down.

"Hey, wait a minute, guest, please sit down...a hill and watch tea."

"oh oh!"

The young man quickly came over with a teapot and a tea tray, neatly arranged the tea bowl, and then poured tea for the three of them.

When the two men in gray saw that the tea was ready, they also sat down one by one, picked up the tea bowl and smelled the aroma of the tea, then put it down, without taking a sip, the rich man sitting in the middle picked up the tea bowl and drank it.

Not far away, Dongdong looked at this side with some concern, and then looked at his grandfather, who just shook his head slightly, and then asked her to sort out the things on the booth.

Sun's father and son are not slow, even Sun Yiqiu is very quick at this meeting, and soon there is the sound of pasta coming out of the pot from the cabinet.

A grey-clothed man looked at the stall owner using chopsticks to pick up the marinated offal from a pottery pot, suddenly frowned, turned his head to glance at the people waiting for the pasta, then stood up, and walked to the side of the cabinet in a few steps.

When the father and son of the Sun family looked up, they saw a gloomy face with narrow eyes.

"Humph! How dare you fool me with false words, you obviously have a lot of ingredients left in this pot, if it's not enough for a bowl, you should put all of it into the noodle bowl, but you still have more than half left. Buying and selling, but still so greedy, so daring!"

The gray-clothed man's voice was low at first, but it turned out to be a little sharp in the end, causing the Sun's father and son's eardrums to hurt, and Dongdong over there couldn't help covering his ears.

A terrifying feeling struck, and when several people heard the sound, they all felt cold and covered with goosebumps.

"Guest, guest officer, you have misunderstood, misunderstood! It's all my fault for not making it clear. It's definitely not the villain who deliberately deceives the guest. This is, this is us..."

"Don't scare the shopkeeper, this is the rule of Sun's noodle stall."

The Sun family was so cold that they couldn't say anything, and they didn't finish speaking, but the diners waiting over there spoke for them.

"This noodle stall, there has always been a rule in the past. You have to keep a copy of the food you make at the closing stall. Anyone who comes will not sell it. It's not that they don't want to give me food."

"Yes, yes, just, that's it... As this, the guest official said..."

Sun's speech was not easy, and while speaking, there was still white air coming from the corners of his mouth, his lips were slightly blue, his body was too cold, and his son beside him was shaking all over.

"yes?"

"Yes, yes!"

Mr. Sun moved his footsteps to let the back of the opener truck and stretched out his hand to point to a location.

The man in gray turned over to take a look. There was a nail nailed to the back of the truck, and a wooden sign that looked a little old was hung on it, with the words "Keep a copy" engraved on it.

"It seems that I am indeed blaming you for waiting, hum."

The man in gray sneered and returned to the table.

Only then did the Sun's father and son feel that their body temperature had risen again, and their backs were already full of cold sweats. Several people in front of the booth understood that the people they encountered were definitely not ordinary people, and they were very evil.

This kind of thing is usually heard from drama stories, but this time it was a chance encounter, but the people who set up stalls all year round are still quite determined. , just waiting for the other party to finish eating and leave quickly.

At the same time, Mr. Sun couldn't help but look at the diner a few more times.

The small noodle stall of their Sun family is not very eye-catching. Those who know this rule should also be regular customers, but they have no impression of this person at all~www.novelbuddy.com~ Come here, please use it! "

The man personally brought the plate to the table and brought out the noodles for the diners.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, I miss this bowl so much!"

The luxurious man looked happy, picked up his chopsticks and began to eat noodles, while another man in gray on the side was looking at the Sun family carefully.

"Hey, it's interesting, but I just missed it. I didn't expect this little noodle stall, the stall owner and the staff are all blessed people. Although they are not rich and noble, they seem honest and long-lasting... ..”

"Um?"

The other man in gray also began to look carefully at the Sun family and his son, but the latter shrank back and only dared to laugh.

"The guest official jokes, the guest official jokes, but the ancestral craftsmanship is acceptable. Although there have been several twists and turns, it has never been cut off for dozens of generations..."

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^