Lanke Chess Edge

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

On the corner of a slightly dilapidated old street, there are few pedestrians around. There are people working in several stalls near and far. Some light up the lights and are busy with the opening of the night market.

The stall owners in the nearby stalls were talking and laughing, and greeted each other. A strong man with slightly gray hair was cleaning up the tables, chairs and benches with a young man. At this time, an old man and a woman were pushing a two-wheeled wooden cart.

"Oh, Uncle Li, you are here."

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

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

"Grandpa Li, we will be fine soon."

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

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

"Um."

The girl responded, walked briskly to the front of the stall, and helped tidy up together. This stall location is considered very good. After the noodle stall is closed during the day, their supper stall will set up a stall here after dusk. The two families get along well, and the relationship is naturally not bad.

Seeing the girl come to move the bench, the young guy looked very attentive.

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

"Hey, you're busy with your own business."

Seeing his son get tired of it, the strong man shook his head helplessly, and smiled at the old man, who was smiling and stroking his beard in front of his wooden cart, as if it was no surprise.

"Yiqiu, this kid, is pretty good."

"Hey, Uncle Li and you elders just say that because you love him. This kid is still too lazy, otherwise he should be studying in a certain academy by now."

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

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

"Stinky boy, you are making excuses for your laziness, clean up quickly, don't make you Grandpa Li and Dongdong wait."

"Hahahaha, don't get in the way, don't get in the way, it's too early for night guests to visit, I just need to rest!"

"Uncle Sun, I'm fine!"

The girl also said something with a smile, her voice was very crisp.

"I'm fine!"

The boy then said something.

"You have a fart..."

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

"The shop owner waits to close the stall!"

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

The afterglow of the setting sun was obscured by the buildings in the distance, and on the slightly dim street, at some point, three people came. Two of them were wearing gray tunics and hats with no accessories on their faces.

"Uh, how many are these?"

During this period of time, almost no one patronized the stall, and the three of them didn't seem to be able to find other places to eat, right?

The man looked suspicious, and the three of them felt something was wrong just by looking at it. They instinctively didn't want to have any interaction.

"I'm sorry, three guest officers, we have already closed the stall today."

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

"Shopkeeper, I came from a long distance just to find your noodle stall to eat a bowl of noodles, besides, you are just closing the stall, just set up two stools and cook a bowl of noodles."

"To tell you the truth, the ingredients left in this stall are not enough to make three bowls of noodles."

The strong man fiddled with the cabinet a few times, looking at the materials, talking with a smile, and rubbing his apron with his hands.

"That's right, the old man knows that at this hour, the stall really doesn't have much material left."

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, just make a bowl of noodles, we don't eat it, just make it for him!"

The man in gray pointed to the rich man beside him, his tone was not 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 up the tables and chairs, Dongdong, go help grandpa organize things, I don't need your help here."

The young guy quickly elbowed the girl next to him, who gave him a slightly worried look, then glanced at the three people of unknown origin, and then walked quickly to his grandfather.

"grandfather......"

"It's all right, it's just that Yuan Ke wants to eat noodles."

The old man smiled and comforted his granddaughter, but there was still a little worry in his eyes. He would look at the three people from time to time, but he pryed too much, and only took a look when he was packing the stall.

The Sun's house has been rearranged, but fortunately the fire has not been completely extinguished, it will be fanned again and again, and soon the stove on the car is bright again, and Sun Yiqiu, who is in charge of making the fire, illuminates half of his face.

In front of the rearranged table, three visitors came over one after another, but none of them sat down.

The gray-clothed man on the left looked at another small table on one side. There was a booth curtain that had been half rolled up, and the word "Sun Shi" was written on the exposed part.

"It's here, right?"

The pale rich man had a complex look on his face, and he nodded slightly after a long time.

"It's right here."

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

"Shopkeeper, a bowl of chop suey noodles."

"Okay, a bowl of chop suey noodles~~~uh..."

After habitually yelling, the strong man's voice froze for a moment, and then he added something embarrassingly.

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

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

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

"Hey, wait a moment, guest officer. Please sit down, both of you. Let's have some tea."

"oh oh!"

The young man quickly came over with the teapot and the tea tray, neatly arranged the tea bowls, and then poured tea for the three of them. He would observe the three of them from the corner of his eyes from time to time, but he didn't dare to be too obvious.

Seeing that the tea was poured, the two men in gray also sat down on one left and one on the right. They picked up the tea bowl and smelled the fragrance of the tea, and then put it down again.

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

The Sun family's father and son were not slow to move, even Sun Yiqiu was very quick at this meeting, and soon there was the sound of pasta being cooked in the cabinet car.

A man in gray clothes watched the stall owner pick up the marinated offal from a clay pot with chopsticks, suddenly frowned, turned his head to look at the people waiting for the pasta, then stood up, and walked to the side of the cart in a few steps.

When the Sun family father and son looked up, they happened to see a gloomy face with narrow eyes.

"Hmph! How dare you fool us with false words. You obviously have a lot of ingredients left in this clay pot. If it's really not enough for a bowl, you should put all of it into the noodle bowl, but there is still more than half left. You have agreed to this deal, but you are still so greedy. How dare you!"

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

A terrifying feeling struck, and when they heard the voice, all of them felt chills and their bodies were covered with goose bumps.

"Guest, guest officer, you misunderstood, you misunderstood! It's all my fault that I didn't explain it clearly. It's definitely not that the villain deliberately deceived 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 speak well, and they didn't finish their speech, but the diners who were waiting over there spoke for them.

"This noodle stall, there has always been a rule in the past. When the stall closes, you have to keep a portion of the various foods you cook. No one will sell it. It's not that they don't want to give it to me."

"Yes, yes, that's it...as this guest officer said..."

Mrs. Sun spoke poorly, and while speaking, the corners of her mouth were still emitting white air, her lips were slightly blue, her body was extremely cold, and her son beside her was already trembling.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, yes!"

Mrs. Sun moved her footsteps, got out of the way of the cabinet car, and stretched out her finger to point to a position.

The man in gray turned sideways and took a look. There was a nail driven into the back of the cabinet, and a wooden sign that looked old was hung on it, with three words "keep a share" engraved on it.

"It seems that I did blame you for waiting, hum."

The man in gray sneered and returned to the table.

Only then did Sun's father and son feel that their body temperature had risen again, and their backs were covered with cold sweat. The people in front of the booth knew that what they met must not be ordinary people, and they were very evil.

This kind of thing is usually heard in dramas and stories, but this time it happened, but the perennial vendor still has a bit of determination. The Sun family didn't say much, and they were still preparing to eat. It didn't matter if it was money or not. They just hoped that the other party would leave quickly after eating.

At the same time, Mrs. Sun couldn't help but look at the diner again.

The small noodle stall of their Sun family is not very eye-catching, and those who know the rules should be regular customers, but they have no impression of this one at all.

"Here it comes, guest officer please use it!"

The man himself brought the plate to the table and served out noodles for the diners, while the son on the other side followed suit, guarding his father's side full of vigilance.

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

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

"Hehe, it's interesting and interesting. I just lost my sight just now. I didn't expect this small and remote noodle stall. The stall owner and fellows are all blessed people. Although it is not a sign of great wealth and wealth, it looks honest and long..."

"Um?"

Another gray-clothed man also began to carefully look at the Sun family father and son, and the latter shrank back, only daring to apologize.

"The guest officer is joking, the guest officer is joking, but the ancestral craftsmanship is acceptable. Although there have been several twists and turns, it has not been cut off for dozens of generations..."