She Is Not a Witch

　　 After leaving the ‘Lake Shield’, it was already noon, Lorrain Hill looked at the high sun, decided to find a restaurant nearby, settled down for lunch, and sat down by the way.

　　 This time, Lorraine Hill did not look for those luxuriously decorated restaurants, but instead looked for an ordinary restaurant, wanting to see what ordinary people in this country eat.

　　 There was a slightly noisy sound from the open store door. Guests sitting in twos and threes were sitting in the store, and occasionally they could hear the sound of cooking food in the kitchen, and the smell of wheat filled the store.

　　The dock porters and workshop workers on the ground floor would not come to eat in the restaurant. This is still too extravagant for them. They usually set up a big pot near the work place to cook some noodle soup and vegetables. Most of the people who sit here to eat are tourists, sailors and some small businessmen traveling to and from Hopeland, who are regarded as ordinary people with middle income in this city.

Lorrain Hill sat down for a while, and a boy walked over quickly with small steps. He was a little fat and his nostrils were a little big. He was really not good-looking. He held a wooden menu in his hand, which said what the store could currently serve. thing.

　　 "Excuse me, what do the guests want to eat for lunch?" The 14-15 year old boy had a weird accent, unlike a native of Hopland, he asked a little excitedly.

　　 The girl looked at the introduction on the wooden menu he was holding.

　　 The staple food is simple breads, such as coarse brown bread with bran, white bread made of refined flour, and freshly baked bread with dried fruit.

　　 Non-staple food or dishes are some vegetable soups, sausages, bacon, dried fish, grilled fish. There are also two kinds of fruits, oranges and apples. The only drink you drink is ale.

　　 A few simple and common categories are written on the wooden board, and the handwriting is a bit faded. It seems that the food categories in this store have not changed much.

　　 "A white bread and two oranges, thank you." In this era of meat, if it is not freshly cooked, she generally would not try it.

　　 In a world lacking freezing and fresh-keeping technology, long-term preservation of meat is usually heavy salt marinating, and it is difficult to eat directly if it is not boiled in the noodle soup.

　　 "Okay, wait a minute." After the little boy took a note, he ran away quickly, and after a while, the food tray came out from the back of the kitchen, with the girl's order on it.

Lorrain Hill looked at it, and it was fairly clean. The plates were all made of simple earthenware, and the golden bread was lightly greasy. It felt warm to the touch. Although it was not just baked, it was noon today. It didn't take long to make it.

When 　　 was eating bread, she also took a look at the recipes of the people around her. Most of them ate cheaper brown bread with a few pieces of dried fish. By the sea, fish is abundant and cheap. It is the source of meat protein in most people's diets.

　　 If you want to eat meat in the interior, it is not so convenient. Some small merchants will also transport salt-cured dried fish to the interior as a product with the dual attributes of salt and food, but many mainlanders cannot afford it.

　　 There is a table next to the people who ate it so much. In the middle is a large pot of noodle soup with vegetables and sliced ​​sausages in it. They are cooked on a small stove. There were 5 adults, 3 children, and an old man around, and several adult men also had large glasses of ale on their hands.

　　 As the girl finished the bread and began to peel the oranges, the family was ready to settle the bill.

　　 "Waiter, here to check out." One of the brown-haired men in the lead shouted.

　　 "Good Le, I'm here."

　　 Then there was the sound of the boy writing and drawing on the back of the board, and after a while he quoted the price.

　　 "One porridge soup, 10 white bread, 3 vegetables, 4 cups of ale, 2 sausages, 3 dried fish, a total of 2 silver coins and 18 copper coins."

　　 The brown-haired man was stunned for a moment, and then he said: "Did you make a mistake! Is this table more than 2 silver coins?"

　　 The boy was frightened by his sudden loud voice, and after doing his calculations slowly and carefully, he spoke slowly.

　　 "Sorry guest, I made a mistake. A total of 2 silver coins and 10 copper coins. Each cup of ale counted 2 more copper coins, because the price has been adjusted recently."

　　 "You're **** reasonable!?" The man slapped the table, shaking the dish, and getting more energy, the fat boy was frightened and his body shook.

　　 "It's so **** face to do this kind of thing at a young age, I see a lot of these kinds of deduction tricks in the gutter."

　　 "Why? I cried, like a little girl. Are you funny?" The man said, turning to other people in the store, with a sneer on his face and bursts of laughter from all around him.

"I...I, I'm sorry...I was wrong. I will give you the deduction part, OK?" The fat boy stood alone at the table, tears streaming down, but no colleague came forward. Relief.

　　 "Are you teasing me with feelings?" The brown-haired man grinned, leaning on the back of the chair, and tapped his fingers on the table.

　　 "You were the one who said that you want to charge more, now it is you who said that you will charge less. You are playing me like a gray monkey in the mountains~"

　　 "I...I'm not...I'm sorry." His voice was a little choked, and his body trembled slightly.

　　 "Heh, I'm sorry now, why did you go early? You are very interesting."

　　 Everyone else in the shop looked at this table, and from time to time there were pointing voices, and the boy became more and more anxious.

　　 "Don't lower your head, did your mother teach you to tell others this way?"

　　 "Yes, raise your head." Following the brown-haired man's voice, the boy slowly raised his head, his nose and tears mixed together, and his already large nostrils became bigger.

　　 "The look of you reminds me of a...good pet in my hometown."

　　 "It eats and sleeps every day~www.wuxiaspot.com~ sleeps and eats, and it likes to roll in the mud, and it likes to make noises when eating."

　　 "Can you learn its sound?"

　　 The boy looked at the people present with teary eyes, everyone was staring at him, there was no sound, as if he was expecting a good show. Sadness, grievance, and fear surged in his heart.

　　...

　　......

　　 "Huh...huh..." After a long while, with choking noises intermittently, he learned how to cry.

　　 "Hahaha, he really learned it."

　　 "Interesting."

　　 "Hahaha, what's this called, Pighead Boy?" People around laughed loudly, as if they had seen a living joke.

　　 "Enough!" Lorraine slapped the table, the scene suddenly became quiet, and then she stood up.

　　 The brown-haired man looked up and down the girl. "I said... this lady, it has nothing to do with you. I just taught this clerk out of kindness to speculate and play like him, and I will suffer a lot in the future."

　　 "You are just taking the opportunity to insult people." The girl replied coldly, then walked up to her and took out three silver coins and put them on the table.

　　 "Let's leave as soon as you finish eating."

"you......"

The brown-haired man originally wanted to say something, but watched the girl use her fingers to force a silver coin into the solid wooden table, with a shocked expression on her face, then stood up in a panic and pulled her family. Go out quickly and leave.

　　 "Cut, it's boring."

　　The audience watching the show slowly dispersed, and at this time the boy dared to cry loudly. The tears of grievance blurred the originally unsightly face, making it even more ugly and distorted.