The Times Spent in Pretense

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All in one go. The remaining few who slipped through the net felt that there was no future in being a killer, so they went to other jobs. The more the maid said, the quieter she became. She was afraid of Xie Yao's anger, so she couldn't control her instinct and took a step back.

Xie Yao recalled that a few months ago, she had indeed heard the news of the assassination incident in the capital, and she glanced at the terrified maid: "Maybe the killer named Wusan is connected?"

The maid shook her head: "The contact person said that May 3 may have already died, and I haven't heard from him for several months."

"I understand." Xie Yao thought blankly, since God wants Hua Liuli to live a few more days, she will endure it for a few more days. When her father enters Beijing, she will think of other ways.

"It's really hard to make money." Although it wasn't summer yet, Wu Shan was already wearing a bunt and sitting in front of the stall to greet guests.

"Boss, there are only two pieces of mutton in your mutton noodles, and the next door has two more pieces of meat than you, and it's cheaper." A customer held a bowl of noodles and complained dissatisfiedly, "You can't do this in business."

"Do you think it's too little?" The woman who was cleaning the table picked up the knife on the table and walked towards the guest.

"If you have something to say, don't use the knife." The guest was taken aback.

"Heh." The woman sneered, and saw a flash of knife light and two swoops. The two pieces of mutton spread on the surface instantly turned into more than ten pieces of the same size, which were evenly sprinkled on the noodles.

"A dozen pieces of meat, is that enough?" The woman placed the knife heavily on the chopping board, her eyes sharp.

"Enough, enough." The guest shrank his neck in fright, picked up his chopsticks and lowered his head to eat. When paying the bill, he gave the female boss a thumbs up and said, "The boss is a good swordsman."

Wu Shan put the copper plate paid by the guest into the drawer, and silently added a spoonful of hot water to the pot.

As the sun was getting hotter, the number of guests eating noodles also decreased. Wu Shan sat on the pony and said to the woman who lowered her head to peel the garlic, "How much money have we made this month?"

"Aside from all kinds of raw materials, we lost one or two silvers this month." Wu Si said with a stern face, "It's better than last month, we lost five or two silvers last month."

The two looked at each other and sighed together. The life of an ordinary person is really difficult.

After being separated from the son's people that day, they did not go back to the city immediately, but lived in a cottage in the country for a while. When they returned to Beijing, they learned that the organization had been wiped out. The most bizarre thing is that the two princesses who were caught by them have been rescued long ago.

As for how the son's men were discovered and how the hostages were rescued, they did not dare to inquire, nor did they want to inquire.

Several people summed up, decided to live the life of ordinary people, and opened this noodle restaurant.

After opening the noodle shop, they realized that life is not easy. You need to get up early and stay up late, and often deal with weird guests. If they hadn’t washed their hands early, those weird guests would have fallen to the ground when they returned home.

"Boss." An old man in an old robe walked into the noodle shop, "Three bowls of noodles and five buns."

Wu Shan glanced at him: "No."

"Then four bowls of noodles and five steamed buns."

Wu Si sneered expressionlessly: "No."

The old man chuckled: "I heard that the boss has a priceless antique in his house. A guest bid 30,000 taels. Would the boss be willing to sell it?"

"Antiques have been broken long ago, and they will not be sold now, nor will they be sold in the future." Wu Shan threw the tablecloth in his hand on the table, "Don't come again."

The old man grabbed a handful of beans on their counter and ate them slowly: "The customer said that as long as you are willing to sell, you can continue to pay more."

Wu Si hung up the closing sign at the door of the noodle shop, turned around and sneered at the old man: "Now we don't do this business for a long time. Under the current situation, who wants to do this business?"

"I know that you only want to live the life of ordinary people, but what kind of beautiful people you were in the past, what's the point of earning a few coins every day now?" It's very rich, just need you to kill a woman."

"Who to kill?" Wu Shan asked casually.

"Hua Yingting's daughter, Hua Liuli."

Wu Shan and Wu Si stopped together, Wu Si turned around and opened the door of the noodle shop, stretched out his finger and pointed outside: "You go, don't come again in the future."

The old man said, "Are you really going to be ordinary people all your life?"

Wu Shan said with a stern face: "I have been a mouse in Yingou for more than 20 years. It's good to be a human being."

The old man looked at this inconspicuous noodle restaurant, and the tableware and chopsticks on the wooden table that the guests had not taken away in time, and suddenly smiled: "That's fine, I won't come to you again in the future."

He turned around and walked to the door, meeting a few people in the hall.

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