Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 896 First Appearance (two in one chapter)

Scoff...!

On the burning stove, there is a hot oil pan.

The middle-aged man in a large black kitchen coat gently slid the finished pancake into the oil pan from the side.

Almost in the next instant, the noodle cake that was rolling in the oil pan floated up, taking on a burnt yellow color and exuding a charming oily aroma.

The long chopsticks were tumbling in the oil pan, and this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man suddenly paused for a moment.

"Boss, two more dumplings and one pancake."

"Five yuan, right! I'll give it to you!" The frequent visitor greeted the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man immediately showed a simple and down-to-earth smile, then he wrapped up the things requested by the guests and handed them over.

"Old Wang! The dishes you want are here for you. Remember to pay the bill in two days." The half-old man who delivered the ordered dishes, with the usual cunning, put down the dishes and left.

Beside Old Wang, the middle-aged woman who looked rude, fat, and hideous, couldn't help but get angry when she heard the words, and she didn't care whether she was in public or not: "Old Wang! Are you with Lao He again? Playing cards?"

"How many times have I said that he is not a good guy. Every time the dishes he delivers are either short catty or two, or inferior products, the price is not cheap. Are you a pig's brain, or is your heart eaten by a dog? That's it Take care of his business?"

"Don't let people say good things about you all day long, and you'll be so happy that you don't know the north, south, east, and west. They're taking it for a fool!"

"What? No reply? Are you deaf?"

"If you say you, you know fried pancakes, you know deep fried pancakes, you are in your teens, and you have no future at all. Yujiao next door changed an electric car a few days ago, and I will ask you to change to an electric three-wheeled car. , you are still not happy. You know how to repair your broken three rounds, and you will not let it relax after ten years of use, what? You plan to use it as a funeral!"

The anger of the middle-aged woman seemed to be greater than the boiling oil in the frying pan.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was called an eloquent one.

But in just a few words, it has already diverged thousands of miles away from the topics that were talked about when he first spoke.

The ramblings are all the trivial things in life.

And these trivial, no matter what the cause is, what the process is.

The final result all fell on Lao Wang's side. In short, Lao Wang was wrong.

As for Lao Wang, he seemed to be used to this.

Like an old doormat.

Just keep kneading the dough, and then put the kneaded pancakes into the pan.

Looking at the ferocious middle-aged woman, the old customers who originally planned to come over to take care of the business also avoided it from a distance, as if they were afraid that they would lift the oil pan and be splashed with oil.

"Do it! Do it! You are as stupid as a cow and a horse, you know how to do it!"

"Can't you be more flexible? You still do it when there is no one else, do so much, and you eat when you go back?"

"Isn't Lao He a good guy... If you are half as cunning as him, I will go to worship Bodhisattva!"

"Oh... I am really miserable. Why did I go blind and marry such a useless thing like you!" The middle-aged woman continued to mutter.

Although he said he was wronged, the expression on his face was fierce.

On the one hand, he picks and chooses the dishes that Lao He sent.

On the one hand, he tidied up the booth, swept up the garbage around the booth, and wiped the two tables so that they were not stained with oil.

Then, carrying half a bag of defective products, he said to Lao Wang without turning his head: "I'll go to Lao He for a change, and you should take care of the stall first. Remember to collect the money, keep your ears open, and don't miss it." one!"

After the middle-aged woman left, a group of people gathered around.

A vegetable vendor said, "Old Wang! If I were you, I wouldn't be able to bear it. If my daughter-in-law is like this, I will beat her with my mouth when I go back."

Another peddler laughed and said, "Don't brag! Last time I saw that when your wife was picking durians, your face was blue and your legs were trembling."

"Old Wang! According to me, you should also learn some new tricks, make some gimmicks, change the soup without changing the medicine, and the price will double. If you earn more money, your tigress will be safe." Pear's old man, from Pharaoh Wang said, give him advice.

Lao Wang just smiled naively and didn't talk to him.

Work hard.

However, since the middle-aged woman left, the business of this small breakfast stall has picked up again.

Decades of word-of-mouth and craftsmanship are well known in this old market.

Don't even think about making a fortune based on word of mouth and craftsmanship.

However, with this little thing, no matter how bad the market is, it is definitely not difficult to get enough food and clothing.

In the surrounding market, everything is buzzing and bustling, 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 vegetable market, the entire city, the entire country, the entire world, and even the entire universe.

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.

Saint...why sell breakfast in a market that looks vulgar, filthy, and messy?
Ask this question in reverse.

Why can't a sage sell breakfast in a vulgar, dirty, messy vegetable market?
He shouldn't be here, where should he be?
On a high mountaintop?

Among the misty clouds?

In a palatial palace?

Or in the void and mysterious unknown space?

What is the significance of adding these together?

For a saint, it doesn't matter where and how he appears.

Because they can be everywhere and become any possibility in this world at the same time.

At this time, what Lao Wang was thinking in his heart was of course not the insults of the middle-aged woman.

That ignorant, vulgar, ugly, fat and sickly fat black woman, no matter how vicious her mouth is, she has him in her heart.

Such a woman was once youthful, lively, beautiful and well-proportioned. The bitterness and spiciness of life turned her into a figure even tougher than a man.

Even though, as husband and wife on the surface, they are both over forty years old, but they still have nothing to show.

This vulgar woman, no matter how ugly and noisy she was yelling, flexibly avoided this point and did not poke Lao Wang's pain.

Of course, as a saint, Lao Wang is not unable to give birth, but just doesn't want to!

Just like he endured all kinds of problems of this woman, he has no love for her that comes from selfishness at all.

Not even the love between relatives.

All the performances are just some kind of natural judgments made in accordance with the surrounding emotions.

Saints are not without descendants.

It's just... It's really not easy to make the saint really emotional and have the idea of ​​giving birth to offspring.

In the heavens and the world, there are very few men or women who can have this ability.

"The fattened fish is about to jump out of the pond!" Another piece of pancake was dropped into the pan.

The sound of frying seemed to contain some ferocious roars.

"He's willing to teach others a lesson."

"It's so boring!"

"Bad skills, superficial lies, unsteady 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 all because, There is a limit to imagination. But we... are above his limit." Lao Wang was kneading the dough, and with a simple pull, a big dough was pulled apart.

"Hey! Lao Wang, make me a bag wrapped in brown sugar! I've been with relatives for the past two days, and I'm not feeling well. Get some brown sugar to make up for it!" She was covered with a thick layer of powder, but her chest was half open, revealing two stiff and snow-white chest muscles.

Next door to the vegetable market is the 'Men's Supper' street.

That area used to be a den of selling gold in the central part of the country.

How many young and beautiful girls are there working hard for their dreams.

Later, the market languished after state TV reports revealed it.

The young and beautiful are all gone, as are the rich and well-connected bosses.

Naturally, the aspiring young people who came looking for their dreams and let their ideals fly, also followed them, going to a distant place...to the next dream.

There are only some middle-aged and middle-aged women who have no market competitiveness and stay behind.

Asong is such a left-behind 'woman'.

She was a teenage girl when she came to this city.

At that time, dancing a gymnastics cost only a pack of cigarettes.

In the context of inflation and rapidly rising prices, Ah Song, who only knows how to save money but does not know how to invest, is almost equivalent to spending half of his life in vain.

When the market rose, her market failed.

So she couldn't leave this city and this place even more.

Because, here, she can still have some regular customers, and some nostalgic bosses, who sometimes come back to her to relive old dreams, or even simply chat.

After leaving here, she has nothing.

"Ah Song! Haven't you broken yet? Let me tell you, if you cut it off early, you can earn an extra week in a month." The vegetable vendor at the side said in a teasing tone.

It didn't seem to contain any malice, just a teasing tone, but in essence a condescending attitude was brewing.

Ah Song didn't talk to him, and took out a pack of women's cigarettes, then took out one, and winked at Lao Wang.

"Old Wang! Excuse me!" She liked the old Wang's hard work, and the most important thing was his physical strength, so she wanted to pry into the middle-aged woman's corner.

It doesn't have to be marriage.

At this age, it doesn't matter whether you 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 'maintained' her for a while, suddenly committed suicide by burning charcoal in a nearby hotel.

This gave Ah Song a plan to quit his job and return to life completely.

After drifting outside for decades, she wanted to go back to her hometown... that small city by the sea to have a look.

And since I haven't returned for many years, if I don't bring a man back to support me, I'm afraid there will be some gossip.

Lao Wang knows Ah Song's thoughts like the back of his hand.

He didn't respond, and of course he didn't resist or deny.

Just like many men who reach middle age and their minds start to be messy.

At least from the aesthetic point of view of ordinary people, no matter how old and decrepit A Song is, he is much more beautiful than his short, fat, black and ugly wife.

Lao Wang may be able to try another mortal life through Asong.

Of course, this kind of life cannot give him any pleasure.

He is just in the world, looking for a temporary way of existence.

Not just Pharaoh.

In fact, many saints are like this.

They live in the world, far away from the place with the heaviest breath of the world of mortals.

After countless years of practice, the saint has been engraved in his heart, but people gradually forget it.

The complexity of human beings, the changeability of human beings, the love of human beings, the hatred of human beings, the vulgarity, savagery, elegance, and nobility of human beings...these are all things that they need to feel, touch and blend with them all the time.

"Ah Song! The old man won't borrow it, I'll borrow a fire!" The old man selling pears came over and handed over lighters that cost one yuan each.

Ah Song took advantage of the situation and lit a cigarette, and then said to the old man selling pears: "It's better that you understand the mood, come to me at night, and I'll give you twenty discounts."

The old man laughed and said: "That's not necessary, but I heard that you have a unique skill, Asong, how about... let me open my eyes at night?"

A Song said with a smile, "It's fine if you open your eyes. Do you want to open your buttocks? The new mint-flavored jelly will make your old hemorrhoids half heal."

People were laughing and joking with each other.

There are no taboos for meat and vegetables, and there seems to be no psychological hindrance at all.

Anything can be said, anything can be said.

It seems that life has already made them numb, and a fortress has been built in their hearts, and they will never 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 of the entire market stopped.

Everyone was fascinated by Lao Wang's slightly stooped, unremarkable body and face.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, ugly or beautiful, high or low, everyone seems to be crazy about him at this time.

Lao Wang's mood is a little lost!
Because... he realized his mistake.

He misread Lin Xi.

Because of his misreading, he missed many things and many truths.

This is extremely rare.

In his life, he did not miss out.

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... not because of other saints.

Just because he... a 'little guy' who has just become a Chaos Demon God, but is impatient to find a way out.

He was originally a pawn of Immortal Emperor Taihao.

That's why he unexpectedly jumped into the eyes of the saint.

It has become a pawn for the saints to play against Immortal Emperor Taihao.

Actually... what is Immortal Emperor Taihao?

It is not Immortal Emperor Taihao who is really playing against the saints, but the saints who once created the 'Origin World', those saints who... have disappeared in legends.

Lin Xi's weight in it is a slight bargaining chip that is constantly being used left and right.

Now, this chip is beyond everyone's imagination.

including sages….

"interesting!"

"It's getting more and more interesting!" Old 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., generally disappeared.

After a short while, everything began to reappear upstream.

Asong, the middle-aged woman, Lao He...the people Lao Wang used to know, returned to the important juncture of their lives, and faced the choice of life for the second time.

Perhaps this is the insignificant... mercy of the saint.

(End of this chapter)